After that I have laid the dagger there,
Get hence to-night from Padua.
Moranzone
And then?
Guido
I will take service with the Doge at Venice,
And bid him pack me straightway to the wars,
And there I will, being now sick of life,
Throw that poor life against some desperate spear.
[A groan from the Duke’s chamber again.]
Did you not hear a voice?
Moranzone
I always hear,
From the dim confines of some sepulchre,
A voice that cries for vengeance. We waste time,
It will be morning soon; are you resolved
You will not kill the Duke?
Guido