The Duchess of Padua by Oscar Wilde
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page 81 of 179 (45%)
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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 |
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