mole To dig deep down thy cold and narrow bed, For I shall lie within thine arms to-night. END OF ACT II. END OF ACT II. ACT III SCENE A large corridor in the Ducal Palace: a window (L.C.) looks out on a view of Padua by moonlight: a staircase (R.C.) leads up to a door with a portière of crimson velvet, with the Duke’s arms embroidered in gold on it: on the lowest step of the staircase a figure draped in black is sitting: the hall is lit by an iron cresset filled with burning tow: thunder and lightning outside: the time is night. [Enter Guido through the window.] Guido Guido Guido The wind is rising: how my ladder shook! I thought that every gust would break the cords! [Looks out at the city.] Christ! What a night: Great thunder in the heavens, and wild lightnings Striking from pinnacle to pinnacle Across the city, till the dim houses seem To shudder and to shake as each new glare Dashes adown the street. [Passes across the stage to foot of staircase.] Ah! who art thou That sittest on the stair, like unto Death Waiting a guilty soul? [A pause.] Canst thou not speak? Or has this storm laid palsy on thy tongue, And chilled thy utterance? [The figure rises and takes off his mask.] Moranzone Moranzone Guido Ferranti, Thy murdered father laughs for joy to-night.
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