Petrucci Moranzone [quickly] Moranzone The man to whom I kneel Is he who sold your father! mark me well. Guido [clutches hit dagger] Guido The Duke! Moranzone Moranzone Leave off that fingering of thy knife. Hast thou so soon forgotten? [Kneels to the Duke.] My noble Lord. Duke Duke Duke Welcome, Count Moranzone; ’tis some time Since we have seen you here in Padua. We hunted near your castle yesterday— Call you it castle? that bleak house of yours Wherein you sit a-mumbling o’er your beads, Telling your vices like a good old man. [Catches sight of Guido and starts back.] Guido Who is that? Moranzone Moranzone My sister’s son, your Grace, Who being now of age to carry arms, Would for a season tarry at your Court
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