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So I throw all away for you alone.
Justité possess you, for possession is happiness,
And what we accomplish, is possession.
Beatrice
How well you please me when thus you speak!
(She ri ses)
Now is it night indeed, over all thy garden.
'd ask you something, Filippo.
Filippo
(Looking off again - Distrait)
Well, I listen.
Beatrice
(Approaching him)
Tell me: Wilt thou hold my horse by the bridge?
There upon the dark streets?
Filippo
(Laughinging)
Alway s.
Beatrice
That must thou do! Promise it me!
Filippo
(Kisses her laughing; then impatiently)
Is he not coming?
We will await him in the house.
Wine and fruit
Are on the table, a mea¬l before our journey.
come, Beatrice.
(He begins to go up steps)
Beatrice
(still in garden, follows him)
have I already told you?
I saw the Duke.
Filippo—
(Remains standing)
Indeed?
Beatrice
And he saw me -