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 damned villain, 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 victim trusting and the occasion sure, I will by sudden secret messenger Send 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 messenger With 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?
[Enter the DUKE OF PADUA with COUNT BARDI, MAFFIO, PETRUCCI, and other gentlemen of his Court.]
MORANZONE
[quickly]
