She is in the house:--blood has been shed for her.

_Nurse_.
Alas! I feared it; blood is on her dress.

_Julian_.
That's mine, not his. But put it in the fire.
Get her another. I'll leave a purse with you.

_Nurse_.
Leave?

_Julian_.
Yes. I am off to-night, wandering again
Over the earth and sea. She must not know
I have been here. You must contrive to keep
My share a secret. Once she moved and spoke
When a branch caught me, but she could not see me.
She thought, no doubt, it was Nembroni had her;
Nor would she have known me. You must hide her, nurse.
Let her on no pretense guess where she is,
Nor utter word that might suggest the fact.
When she is well and wishes to be gone,
Then write to this address--but under cover

[_Writing_.]

To the Prince Calboli at Florence. I
Will see to all the rest. But let her know
Her father is set free; assuredly,