[Exeunt Hugo and Livio.
Ph. Count, thou hast lied to me. If that suffice
To raise thy temper, meet me when thou wilt:
If not, and Constance die, I’ll use thee worse. [Exit.
Bl. Ay, ay. No doubt there may be danger for me
Even from that quarter: but I have a foe
That threats me more. How came she by the letter?
Only Palicio and his messenger
Could know ’twas mine.
Enter Margaret.