I stole to Rimini.
The Duchess of Padua
Guido [taking his hand]
O generous heart!
One can buy everything in Rimini,
And so I bought the gaolers! when your father
Heard that a man child had been born to him,
His noble face lit up beneath his helm
Like a great fire seen far out at sea,
And taking my two hands, he bade me, Guido,
To rear you worthy of him; so I have reared you
To revenge his death upon the friend who sold him.
Thou hast done well; I for my father thank thee.
And now his name?
How you remind me of him,
You have each gesture that your father had.
The traitor’s name?
Thou wilt hear that anon;
The Duke and other nobles at the Court
Are coming hither.
What of that? his name?
Do they not seem a valiant company
Of honourable, honest gentlemen?
His name, milord?
[Enter the Duke of Padua with Count Bardi, Maffio, Petrucci, and other gentlemen of his Court.]
The man to whom I kneel
Is he who sold your father! mark me well.
Guido [clutches hit dagger]
Leave off that fingering of thy knife.
Hast thou so soon forgotten? [Kneels to the Duke.]
My noble Lord.
Welcome, Count Moranzone; ’tis some time
Since we have seen you here in Padua.
We hunted near your castle yesterday —
Call you it castle? that bleak house of yours
Wherein you sit a-mumbling o’er your beads,
Telling your vices like a good old man.
[Catches sight of Guido and starts back.]
Who is that?
My sister’s son, your Grace,
Who being now of age to carry arms,
Would for a season tarry at your Court
Duke [still looking at Guido]
What is his name?
Guido Ferranti, sir.