Guido [clasping his hand] Guido Ascanio! [Sees Moranzone looking at him and drops Ascanio’s hand.] Moranzone Ascanio’s It cannot be. Ascanio Ascanio What, is it so with you? I thought the friendship of the antique world Was not yet dead, but that the Roman type Might even in this poor and common age Find counterparts of love; then by this love Which beats between us like a summer sea, Whatever lot has fallen to your hand May I not share it? Guido Guido Share it? Ascanio Ascanio Ay! Guido Guido No, no. Ascanio
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