Nor aught but what it is thy part to grant,
Unless it be promise of secrecy.
Liv. O, but one secret with thee! there’s no jewel
In all the world I would esteem as that.
Mar. Where’s Giovanni Palicio, sir?
Liv.Palicio!
Mar. Ay, he’s my kinsman.
Liv.He is in the palace dungeon,
Awaiting death.
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