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I lost the comb from my hair! It alpped away,
And should I have stopped to get it,
I never oould have risen again.
Filippo
Tell me;
Art thou not anxious about what thou last heard?
Beatri oe
Oh, very!
many are in great fear! Yet others do rejoice,
And speak out loudly, and so bravely, I did hear one
The stood upon the steps and called out lustily,
death to Borgia!
(Laughing)
And then the crowd all should with him.
Filippo
(Gazing at her with rupture)
Dost thou love me very much?
Beatrice
And you can ask me that? I love
So deeply, that everything is different since I met you.
How shall I explain? Look you,
It is as if all men that I had ever met before
We are me Ttely puppets and since then --well, yes,
Ever since that festal time – three days ago,
Think Filippo, I saw you there for the first time
But three days since. The dance before the Gate,
The game, the shorting matches, with cross bows,
The race with tame leopards — Did all that
Twee place, but three short days ago?
Can it be possible, all is so changed,
So wonderful, so joyous “”- Werve tho[e]ts
Really living? Can it all be true?
This is what I would wish to say, to you.
Filippo
(With decision)
Listen to me, Beatrice!
Today we both shall leave the City.