(Filippo remains silent)
Agostino
collect yourself and go.
Filippo
Where?
Agostino
There is
Do you forget your past,
But one way for you.
Do you forget your truth, - in this hour
Memories should awake from the deepest sleep.
And dost hesitate to week to see the face
Of the bridge who's trusting thee? Think,
At a deathbed many a sin'sKorgiven.
Filippo
(With sulden vehemence)
who speaks of sin? Leaves fall in autumn,
Others sprout in Spring! Shall ye say then,
I have not!
That one of them had sinned?
Is it, that sinning means; to be
If so,
Subject to eternal law.
Then sin waits for us from childhood on,
Just as our death wants in our breast
If I have sinned,
So long we breathe.
Then is youth a gift from hell,
Beauty is sin, happiness a venom
As the malignant or any other.
Ereole
Is it that?
Well, have I made you understand with simple language
In short, it is like this;
What is to be done?
I never did believe in long engagement,
My hardy youth looked forward to a truth-plight
To one, who pleasing was, and beautiful besides.
Filippo
(After a short cause)
say what you must, then go I beg you, both.