That made my fault; but made I’ll mend it, sir,
As soon as may be. [Going.
Pal. (springing up). Stay, nay, put down that key.
I bid thee stay. Thou hast forced my secret. Hear
The whole, and when thou hast heard I shall not fear
The unlocking of thy lips.
Mar.Why, sir, the thing
My brother means to hide is hidden to me.
Pal. ’Tis not alone my life ...
Mar. Ah! see the blood is trickling down thy hand!