secret house of pleasure: well, what of that? The world’s a graveyard, and we each, like coffins, Within us bear a skeleton. [Enter Lord Moranzone all in black; he passes across the back of the stage looking anxiously about.] Lord Moranzone Moranzone Moranzone Where is Guido? I cannot find him anywhere. Duchess [catches sight of him] Duchess O God! ’Twas thou who took my love away from me. Moranzone [with a look of joy] Moranzone What, has he left you? Duchess Duchess Nay, you know he has. Oh, give him back to me, give him back, I say, Or I will tear your body limb from limb, And to the common gibbet nail your head Until the carrion crows have stripped it bare. Better you had crossed a hungry lioness Before you came between me and my love. [With more pathos.] Nay, give him back, you know not how I love him. Here by this chair he knelt a half hour since; ’Twas there he stood, and there he looked at me; This is the hand he kissed, and these the ears Into whose open portals he did pour A tale of love so musical that all The birds stopped singing! Oh, give him back to me. Moranzone Moranzone He does not love you, Madam.
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