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the tongue that says so! Give him back.

      moranzone

      Madam, I tell you you will never see him,

      Neither to-night, nor any other night.

      duchess

      What is your name?

      ·78· moranzone

      My name? Revenge!

      [Exit.]

      duchess

      Revenge!

      I think I never harmed a little child.

      What should Revenge do coming to my door?

      It matters not, for Death is there already,

      Waiting with his dim torch to light my way.

      ’Tis true men hate thee, Death, and yet I think

      Thou wilt be kinder to me than my lover,

      And so dispatch the messengers at once,

      Hurry the lazy steeds of lingering day,

      And let the night, thy sister, come instead,

      And drape the world in mourning; let the owl,

      Who is thy minister, scream from his tower

      And wake the toad with hooting, and the bat,

      That is the slave of dim Persephone,

      Wheel through the sombre air on wandering wing!

      Tear up the shrieking mandrakes from the earth

      And bid them make us music, and tell the mole

      To dig deep down thy cold and narrow bed,

      For I shall lie within thine arms to-night.

      End of Act II.

       

      ·81· 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

      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.]

      ·82· 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

      Guido Ferranti,

      Thy murdered father laughs for joy to-night.

      guido [confusedly]

      What, art thou here?

      moranzone

      Ay, waiting for your coming.

      guido [looking away from him]

      I did not think to see you, but am glad,

      That you may know the thing I mean to do.

      moranzone

      First, I would have you know my well-laid plans;

      Listen: I have set horses at the gate

      Which leads to Parma: when you have done your business

      We will ride hence, and by to-morrow night——

      ·83· guido

      It cannot be.

      moranzone

      Nay, but it shall.

      guido

      Listen, Lord Moranzone,

      I am resolved not to kill this man.

      moranzone

      Surely my ears are traitors, speak again:

      It cannot be but age has dulled my powers,

      I am an old man now: what did you say?

      You said that with that dagger in your belt

      You would avenge your father’s bloody murder;

      Did you not say that?

      guido

      No, my lord, I said

      I was resolved not to kill the Duke.

      moranzone

      You said not that; it is my senses mock me;

      Or else this midnight air o’ercharged with storm

      Alters your message in the giving it.

      guido

      Nay, you heard rightly; I’ll not kill this man.

      ·84· moranzone

      What of thine oath, thou traitor, what of thine oath?

      guido

      I am resolved not to keep that oath.

      moranzone

      What of thy murdered father?

      guido

      Dost thou think

      My father would be glad to see me coming,

      This old man’s blood still hot upon mine hands?

      moranzone

      Ay! he would laugh for joy.

      guido

      I do not think so,

      There is better knowledge in the other world;

      Vengeance is God’s, let God himself revenge.

      moranzone

      Thou art God’s minister of vengeance.

      guido

      No!

      God hath no minister but his own hand.

      I will not kill this man.

      ·85· moranzone

      Why are you here,

      If not to kill him, then?

      guido

      Lord Moranzone,

      I purpose to ascend to the Duke’s chamber,

      And as he lies asleep lay on his breast

      The dagger and this writing; when he awakes


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