Ascanio Speak not to him, There is a dreadful terror in his look. Guido [laughing] Guido Nay, nay, I doubt not that he has come to tell That I am some great Lord of Italy, And we will have long days of joy together. Within the hour, dear Ascanio. [Exit Ascanio.] Ascanio Now tell me of my father? [Sits down on a stone seat.] Stood he tall? I warrant he looked tall upon his horse. His hair was black? or perhaps a reddish gold, Like a red fire of gold? Was his voice low? The very bravest men have voices sometimes Full of low music; or a clarion was it That brake with terror all his enemies? Did he ride singly? or with many squires And valiant gentlemen to serve his state? For oftentimes methinks I feel my veins Beat with the blood of kings. Was he a king? Moranzone Moranzone Ay, of all men he was the kingliest. Guido [proudly] Guido Then when you saw my noble father last He was set high above the heads of men? Moranzone Moranzone Ay, he was high above the heads of men, [Walks over to Guido and puts his hand upon his shoulder.] Guido
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