MORANZONE
No, he is dead.
GUIDO
Did you say dead? O too swift
runner, Death,
Couldst thou not wait for me a little space,
And I had done thy bidding!
MORANZONE
[clutching his wrist] Thou canst do it!
The man who sold thy father is alive.
GUIDO
Sold! was my father sold?
MORANZONE
Ay! trafficked for,
Like a vile chattel, for a price betrayed,
Bartered and bargained for in privy market
By one whom he had held his perfect friend,
One he had trusted, one he had well loved,
One whom by ties of kindness he had bound -
GUIDO
And he lives
Who sold my father?
MORANZONE
I will bring you to him.
GUIDO
So, Judas, thou art living! well, I will make
This world thy field of blood, so buy it straight-way,
For thou must hang there.
MORANZONE
Judas said you, boy?
Yes, Judas in his
treachery, but still
He was more wise than Judas was, and held
Those thirty silver pieces not enough.
GUIDO
What got he for my father's blood?
MORANZONE
What got he?
Why cities, fiefs, and principalities,
Vineyards, and lands.
GUIDO
Of which he shall but keep
Six feet of ground to rot in. Where is he,
This
damnedvillain, this foul devil? where?
Show me the man, and come he cased in steel,
In complete panoply and pride of war,
Ay, guarded by a thousand men-at-arms,
Yet I shall reach him through their spears, and feel
The last black drop of blood from his black heart
Crawl down my blade. Show me the man, I say,
And I will kill him.
MORANZONE
[coldly]
Fool, what
revenge is there?
Death is the common
heritage of all,
And death comes best when it comes suddenly.
[Goes up close to GUIDO.]
Your father was betrayed, there is your cue;
For you shall sell the
seller in his turn.
I will make you of his household, you shall sit
At the same board with him, eat of his bread -
GUIDO
O bitter bread!
MORANZONE
Thy palate is too nice,
Revenge will make it sweet. Thou shalt o' nights
Pledge him in wine, drink from his cup, and be
His
intimate, so he will fawn on thee,
Love thee, and trust thee in all secret things.
If he bid thee be merry thou must laugh,
And if it be his
humour to be sad
Thou shalt don sables. Then when the time is ripe -
[GUIDO clutches his sword.]
Nay, nay, I trust thee not; your hot young blood,
Undisciplined nature, and too
violent rage
Will never tarry for this great
revenge,
But wreck itself on passion.
GUIDO
Thou knowest me not.
Tell me the man, and I in everything
Will do thy bidding.
MORANZONE
Well, when the time is ripe,
The
victimtrusting and the occasion sure,
I will by sudden secret
messengerSend thee a sign.
GUIDO
How shall I kill him, tell me?
MORANZONE
That night thou shalt creep into his private chamber;
But if he sleep see that thou wake him first,
And hold thy hand upon his
throat, ay! that way,
Then having told him of what blood thou art,
Sprung from what father, and for what
revenge,
Bid him to pray for mercy; when he prays,
Bid him to set a price upon his life,
And when he strips himself of all his gold
Tell him thou needest not gold, and hast not mercy,
And do thy business straight away. Swear to me
Thou wilt not kill him till I bid thee do it,
Or else I go to mine own house, and leave
Thee
ignorant, and thy father unavenged.
GUIDO
Now by my father's sword -
MORANZONE
The common hangman
Brake that in sunder in the public square.
GUIDO
Then by my father's grave -
MORANZONE
What grave? what grave?
Your noble father lieth in no grave,
I saw his dust
strewn on the air, his ashes
Whirled through the windy streets like common straws
To
plague a beggar's eyesight, and his head,
That gentle head, set on the prison spike,
For the vile rabble in their insolence
To shoot their tongues at.
GUIDO
Was it so indeed?
Then by my father's spotless memory,
And by the
shameful manner of his death,
And by the base betrayal by his friend,
For these at least remain, by these I swear
I will not lay my hand upon his life
Until you bid me, then - God help his soul,
For he shall die as never dog died yet.
And now, the sign, what is it?
MORANZONE
This
dagger, boy;
It was your father's.
GUIDO
Oh, let me look at it!
I do remember now my reputed uncle,
That good old husbandman I left at home,
Told me a cloak wrapped round me when a babe
Bare too such yellow leopards
wrought in gold;
I like them best in steel, as they are here,
They suit my purpose better. Tell me, sir,
Have you no message from my father to me?
MORANZONE
Poor boy, you never saw that noble father,
For when by his false friend he had been sold,
Alone of all his gentlemen I escaped
To bear the news to Parma to the Duchess.
GUIDO
Speak to me of my mother.
MORANZONE
When thy mother
Heard my black news, she fell into a swoon,
And, being with
untimely travail seized -
Bare thee into the world before thy time,
And then her soul went heavenward, to wait
Thy father, at the gates of Paradise.
GUIDO
A mother dead, a father sold and bartered!
I seem to stand on some beleaguered wall,
And
messenger comes after
messengerWith a new tale of
terror; give me breath,
Mine ears are tired.
MORANZONE
When thy mother died,
Fearing our enemies, I gave it out
Thou wert dead also, and then privily
Conveyed thee to an ancient servitor,
Who by Perugia lived; the rest thou knowest.
GUIDO
Saw you my father afterwards?
MORANZONE
Ay! once;
In mean
attire, like a
vineyard dresser,
I stole to Rimini.
GUIDO
[
taking his hand]
O
generous heart!
MORANZONE
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.
GUIDO
Thou hast done well; I for my father thank thee.
And now his name?
MORANZONE
How you
remind me of him,
You have each
gesture that your father had.
GUIDO
The traitor's name?
MORANZONE
Thou wilt hear that anon;
The Duke and other nobles at the Court
Are coming hither.
GUIDO
What of that? his name?
MORANZONE
Do they not seem a
valiant company
Of
honourable, honest gentlemen?
GUIDO
His name, milord?