Fool, what revenge is there? Death is the common heritage of all, And death comes best when it comes suddenly. [Goes up close to Guido.] Guido Your father was betrayed, there is your cue; For you shall sell the seller in his turn. I will make you of his household, you shall sit At the same board with him, eat of his bread— Guido Guido O bitter bread! Moranzone Moranzone Thy palate is too nice, Revenge will make it sweet. Thou shalt o’ nights Pledge him in wine, drink from his cup, and be His intimate, so he will fawn on thee, Love thee, and trust thee in all secret things. If he bid thee be merry thou must laugh, And if it be his humour to be sad Thou shalt don sables. Then when the time is ripe— [Guido clutches his sword.] Guido Nay, nay, I trust thee not; your hot young blood, Undisciplined nature, and too violent rage Will never tarry for this great revenge, But wreck itself on passion. Guido Guido Thou knowest me not. Tell me the man, and I in everything Will do thy bidding. Moranzone Moranzone Well, when the time is ripe, The victim trusting and the occasion sure, I will by sudden secret messenger Send thee a sign. Guido
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