Man.Thou’rt the last,
And only offspring of a noble stock.
The blood that I have staunched in thy veins,
Sprang from the heart of Sicily, and flows
Redder than mine, tho’ mine too once was mixed,
And not unworthily, with thine, and now
From my great grandsire’s marriage both our bloods
Are even as one, and thy blood on my hands
Is mine, and mine within my veins is thine.
I cannot send thee to thy death, Giovanni;