Guido
What! Does my father live?
Moranzone
Ay! lives in thee.
Thou art the same in mould and lineament,
Carriage and form, and outward semblances;
I trust thou art in noble mind the same.
Guido
Oh, tell me of my father; I have lived
But for this moment.
Moranzone
We must be alone.
Guido
This is my dearest friend, who out of love
Has followed me to Padua; as two brothers,
There is no secret which we do not share.