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secrecy is done away; you look in my face and own it. I am degraded even to this.[Exit distractedly.
FREEMANTLE (still holding Sancho).
Is he mad? I cannot follow him for this fellow. Ho, help there! Holla, there!
Ha! is it you, Freemantle? What do you here with that black creature whom you collar so tightly?
He would have murdered Charville. See, his pistol is on the ground.
Would you have murdered him, you rascal?
Me true man and no rascal. Me rascal if me not kill te base cruel rook dat ruinated my massa.
Why, Sancho, my old friend Sancho, is it you?
Me no your frien. You cruel to my massa.
Nay, nay, be pacified, faithful Sancho. I am
