Ercole
No! Beatrice Nardi.
Friday, our Duke saw upon the street, herself,
Was at once enraptured, and took her to himself.
Filippo
(controlling himself)
Took her to himself? As one takes a slave?
He beckoned her — she quickly followed him?
come, tell us everything! How all this happened!
It is so wonderful! So marvelous!
Ereole
More Wonderful, than you can well imagine,
He met her,
Is the manner of this happening.
At the very moment, when she – just farcy it!
When she was going to her wedding, by her bridgegroom’s side.
Filippo
True! 'Tis much more marvellous
Than first I thought! speak further!
Ereole
Well! The Duke stopped her –
(the voices on the street grow nearer than before)
Voices
(outside)
The castle garden glitters with a thousand lights! Some!
come! ye lovely women! The Duke invites you all,
To the marriage of his beateurs Beatrice!
Filippo
He stopped her – well, continue!
Ereole
And, she said:
Into your Highness's bedchamber
I enter only as your Duchess!
Isabella
The impudent hussy!
Filippo
And this Vit — what was his name
I mean
The bridgegroom — He made no resistence?