Guido [clutching his dagger]
Doth Malatesta live?
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?