Guido Doth Malatesta live? Moranzone Moranzone No, he is dead. Guido Guido Did you say dead? O too swift runner, Death, Couldst thou not wait for me a little space, And I had done thy bidding! Moranzone [clutching his wrist] Moranzone Thou canst do it! The man who sold thy father is alive. Guido Guido Sold! was my father sold? Moranzone Moranzone Ay! trafficked for, Like a vile chattel, for a price betrayed, Bartered and bargained for in privy market By one whom he had held his perfect friend, One he had trusted, one he had well loved, One whom by ties of kindness he had bound— Guido Guido And he lives Who sold my father?
Prev.
Back
Top