This goes too far.
Mar.Why, no. Be generous.
If I be wrong, what makes you ill at ease
When this man’s free? Palicio is in prison,
And all goes cheerfully; you sit to feast,
You have no care, a joke will raise a laugh.
Palicio is escaped—hey! at that news
What blackness reigns! Forgive me, friends; I see
This man’s your master, and I like him for it.
Bravery I love, and there’s no cause so poor