Eroole
(At firstusritated, then seriously)
This day is too serious for potty difference,
Therefore, I consel you: Greet thy friend,
before he comes to ask you why you forget to.
Filippo
It is my business to find the answer it seems to me.
Ereole
yet, for him to say the last word, were too dear
To pay for such a (venzy,
So be it, it will be
Thether thou think st ao or not.
Pernippo
What do you mean by that?
Ereole
Well, listen, for this head
For yours and any others which to-day
Are still on a Bologneser's shoulder,
I give (Aie gesture) so much and nothing more. quite surrounded
Is our city, and though the Duke returned,
It is only those who will die before the gate
Tho rejoice at this better lot than to be
Delivered to Borgia and to live.
Bologne's freedom is no nore, and who
Loves her, fallswith her.
I know the Duke right well:
He loa es not a day.
Before to-Iorrow evening
The decision will be reached, and there’s only one.
Therefore, sought I you. Yet before I came,
I went to my work-shop, and broke in pieces
The cast I had begun, then looked the house door.
For whatever may be determined about us,
As we were in Haloyon days,
Let us be together to the end.
Filippo
(As if crying out)
To the end? All this ever night?
No end, no, no end for me.
Battista
(Filippo's servant appears on terrace)
Master, the private Secretary of his Grace,the Duke, the
(At firstusritated, then seriously)
This day is too serious for potty difference,
Therefore, I consel you: Greet thy friend,
before he comes to ask you why you forget to.
Filippo
It is my business to find the answer it seems to me.
Ereole
yet, for him to say the last word, were too dear
To pay for such a (venzy,
So be it, it will be
Thether thou think st ao or not.
Pernippo
What do you mean by that?
Ereole
Well, listen, for this head
For yours and any others which to-day
Are still on a Bologneser's shoulder,
I give (Aie gesture) so much and nothing more. quite surrounded
Is our city, and though the Duke returned,
It is only those who will die before the gate
Tho rejoice at this better lot than to be
Delivered to Borgia and to live.
Bologne's freedom is no nore, and who
Loves her, fallswith her.
I know the Duke right well:
He loa es not a day.
Before to-Iorrow evening
The decision will be reached, and there’s only one.
Therefore, sought I you. Yet before I came,
I went to my work-shop, and broke in pieces
The cast I had begun, then looked the house door.
For whatever may be determined about us,
As we were in Haloyon days,
Let us be together to the end.
Filippo
(As if crying out)
To the end? All this ever night?
No end, no, no end for me.
Battista
(Filippo's servant appears on terrace)
Master, the private Secretary of his Grace,the Duke, the