Mar.Now take it. I have better hope.
[Palicio takes dagger, and puts it in his breast.
Thou shouldst be armed.
Pal.And thou hast thought of death?
Mar. Only if thou hadst died.
Pal.O, Margaret,
Margaret, I am not worthy of thy love.
Thou seest I am not. Look how poor a heart
I bring to take thee: ’tis too base. I thought
I loved thee overmuch. Now, fool, I see