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We arbitrate our own fates, and with decision
To go hence, we are at last set free.
compassed the soul freedom, which is all, to
Foor mortals
è'er vouchsafed.
Beatrice
Where does the sun rise,
Filippo?
Filippo
Over yonder tower.
Why do you ask?
Beatrice
recall our dear dreams,
Do you not
Filippo? Dost not remember our longings,
That som etime we should see
As we kis sed at ever
The down together, making, with laps pressed close
To laps, and heart to heart?
Filippo
For us that dream is still unrealized.
Beatrice
Why should it not be realized taught?
I told you no one knew where I had gone,
No one followed me, so none can find us,
All the nightis ours, and at the first faint ray
Of morning light, we will have then accomplished our desire.
Filippo
That decision no longer lies within our power,
Beloved Beatrice.
Seatrice
Why not?
Filippo
(Quietly)
because the moment, you drained yender glass,
Your doom was sealed, and death became your portion.
Beatrice
I drank —