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Dundall other dreams vanighed, when I woke,
But this one still I see--
Filippo
What kind
Of a dream was it?
Beatrice
only think; I was the Duchess!
Filippo
On!
Comes down steps and join her.)
Beatrice
What is the matter with you?
Filippo
Beatrice! – –Çome relate it to me.
„Bestrice
I was the Duchess. On a throne
In a great hall I sat,
The Duke was near me, and crowds of men –
There were a hundred or a thousand men
saamen and children who were there besides,
whom I daily meet in our streets.
You also were there, and knelt before me low,
As all the others. Yet I did not know,
That you were Filippo;it was your semblance only
That passed by,like the others, and
Then vanished. You see, I still recall
That I leaned thia hand,
(Raises her left hand.)
upon the throne chair’s arm,
Strokedtho soft satin with my finger tips,
And laughed, just like a royal personage!
A little proved, also good natured. Then music
Sounded, beautiful and full like many organe!
Yet knew I: there were no organ there—and sought
With my eyes to see the misicicians
But could not find them. Then rose the Duke,
Took me by the hand, and led me through the room,
By every one who bowed low to me.
Dundall other dreams vanighed, when I woke,
But this one still I see--
Filippo
What kind
Of a dream was it?
Beatrice
only think; I was the Duchess!
Filippo
On!
Comes down steps and join her.)
Beatrice
What is the matter with you?
Filippo
Beatrice! – –Çome relate it to me.
„Bestrice
I was the Duchess. On a throne
In a great hall I sat,
The Duke was near me, and crowds of men –
There were a hundred or a thousand men
saamen and children who were there besides,
whom I daily meet in our streets.
You also were there, and knelt before me low,
As all the others. Yet I did not know,
That you were Filippo;it was your semblance only
That passed by,like the others, and
Then vanished. You see, I still recall
That I leaned thia hand,
(Raises her left hand.)
upon the throne chair’s arm,
Strokedtho soft satin with my finger tips,
And laughed, just like a royal personage!
A little proved, also good natured. Then music
Sounded, beautiful and full like many organe!
Yet knew I: there were no organ there—and sought
With my eyes to see the misicicians
But could not find them. Then rose the Duke,
Took me by the hand, and led me through the room,
By every one who bowed low to me.