I may not shelter thee from justice: See,
Thou hast done me a grievous wrong.
Pal.Yet hide me awhile.
This house may be my prison.
Man.Thou hast this hope:
The king being dead ...
Pal.Is’t true that Pedro is dead?
Man. Ay, true enough.
Pal.Then are you free. I am safe.
[Puts dagger in his bosom.