Gaoler. Whate’er I be, I can be civil, sir. [Exit.
Pal. Ay, I was wrong. Now must I ask his pardon.
I am not yet fit to die. Yet is’t not written
“If hand or foot offend thee, cut it off;
If thine eye, pluck it out”? I have done all this;
Yet lurks there something in the accusing balance
Which my soul sickens at. What if I have lost
My world and soul? This good priest comes in time.
Enter Manuel disguised as priest.
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