Guido[Taking a letter from his pocket and reading it.] ‘The hour noon; the city, Padua; the place, the market; and the day, Saint Philip’s Day.’Ascanio And what of the man, how shall we know him?Guido [reading still]‘I will wear a violet cloak with a silver falcon broidered on the shoulder.’ A brave attire, Ascanio.Ascanio I’d sooner have my leathern jerkin. And you think he will tell you of your father?Guido Why, yes! It is a month ago now, you remember; I was in the vineyard, just at the corner nearest the road, where the goats used to get in, a man rode up and asked me was my name Guido, and gave me this letter, signed ‘Your Father’s Friend, ’ bidding me be here today if I would know the secret of my birth, and telling me how to recognise the writer! I had always thought old Pedro was my uncle, but he told me that he was not, but that I had been left a child in his charge by some one he had never since seen.
المزيد من الكتب الإلكترونية من نفس المؤلف (المؤلفين) / محرر
21٬299 كتب إلكترونية في هذه الفئة
