Nay, I can walk. I am very well. See, Manuel,
There’s no one here: thou mayst be Manuel
Yet awhile. Is not this, love, a recovery
To make the memories of sickness glad?
The days seem years since I stood here. But now
Must I see Philip?
MANUEL.
Be kind to him, Constance.
The self-condemned need more than full forgiveness
Ere they forgive themselves.