Ascanio Have you then come to some inheritance Of lordly castle, or of stored-up gold? Guido [bitterly] Guido Ay! I have come to my inheritance. O bloody legacy! and O murderous dole! Which, like the thrifty miser, must I hoard, And to my own self keep; and so, I pray you, Let us part here. Ascanio Ascanio What, shall we never more Sit hand in hand, as we were wont to sit, Over some book of ancient chivalry Stealing a truant holiday from school, Follow the huntsmen through the autumn woods, And watch the falcons burst their tasselled jesses, When the hare breaks from covert. Guido Guido Never more. Ascanio Ascanio Must I go hence without a word of love? Guido Guido You must go hence, and may love go with you. Ascanio Ascanio You are unknightly, and ungenerous.
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