From prison here. Yet when I saw the wall
’Twas home; then, oh, my God! this flip-flap gear
Shackling my knees—Over! ha, ha! the fools
Will never guess that leap. But I must hide:
Slip out ere morn: or if not that, be bold,
Give myself up to Manuel. Is that hope?
Manuel the just. ’Twere best reserve that hope
Till others fail. Hark!—steps. Where can I get?
Behind this curtain—so. [Hides.
Enter Manuel, Philip, Margaret, and Servant.