Ascanio
What, shall we never more
Sit hand in hand, as we were wont to sit,
Over some book of ancient chivalry
Stealing a truant holiday from school,
Follow the huntsmen through the autumn woods,
And watch the falcons burst their tasselled jesses,
When the hare breaks from covert.
Guido
Never more.
Ascanio
Must I go hence without a word of love?
Guido
You must go hence, and may love go with you.
— Jan 01, 2026 12:17PM
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