Duke
Not so! My greeting
would I hear responded to by you, my beauty!
Beatrice
( Looks at the Duke for a long time,then courtesies.)
Duke
I have not asked that you should bow low!
I would that you forget who I am!
To retinue
This is too festal, please remove yourselves!
I would not be, like the Prince of Pisa,
Who rode through the streets with his seeptre!
I do not desire to order you to speak,
But speak—what is your name?
Beatrice
Beatrice.
Dulo
’Tis a voice like music! I would
That you love me, Beatrice.
Francesco
My Prince! He who is to be my sister's husband
Stands here, and her steps are towards the church.
Duke
To the church—what? To be married?
Francesco
Your Highness,has said it!
Duke
So this is so, you would go. never has it been
My habit to interfere where I should be a stranger.
Forgive me, Beatrice, and you too--
Beatrice looks at the Duke without turning)
Why do you look at me so, and go not on?
Francesco
Come, Beatrice!
Beatrice remains standing.)
Duke
Well? Was it only
A confty word from you,to protect
Your sister from me—eh? It almost seems so!
For Beatrice remains silent, as does this young man.
Francesco
The nearness of your Highness, makes him quake.
I swear however, that I spoke the truth,
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