Lord Justice [holding up the dagger]
This dagger,
Which from his blood-stained hands, itself all blood,
Last night the soldiers seized: what further proof
Need we indeed?
Moranzone [takes the danger and approaches the Duchess]
Saw I not such a dagger
Hang from your Grace’s girdle yesterday?
[The Duchess shudders and makes no answer.]
Ah! my Lord Justice, may I speak a moment
With this young man, who in such peril stands?
Lord Justice
Ay, willingly, my lord, and may you turn him
To make a full avowal of his guilt.
[Lord Moranzone goes over to Guido, who stands R. and clutches him by the hand.]
Moranzone [in a low voice]