Moranzone

Moranzone

I will bring you to him.

Guido

Guido

So, Judas, thou art living! well, I will make This world thy field of blood, so buy it straight-way, For thou must hang there.

Moranzone

Moranzone

Judas said you, boy? Yes, Judas in his treachery, but still He was more wise than Judas was, and held Those thirty silver pieces not enough.

Guido

Guido

What got he for my father’s blood?

Moranzone

Moranzone

What got he? Why cities, fiefs, and principalities, Vineyards, and lands.

Guido

Guido

Of which he shall but keep Six feet of ground to rot in. Where is he, This damned villain, this foul devil? where? Show me the man, and come he cased in steel, In complete panoply and pride of war, Ay, guarded by a thousand men-at-arms, Yet I shall reach him through their spears, and feel The last black drop of blood from his black heart Crawl down my blade. Show me the man, I say, And I will kill him.

Moranzone [coldly]

Moranzone

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