He leaves you with outstretched arms, in your dream,
Longing and thirsting to have him back again.
So little were you mine, that as soon as your eyes were closed
Your soul set out on an adventure strange,
And I, with many others, knelt at your feet,
I was, and they, were nothing to you, nothing but mere dross
I who gave you more than you dream of,
So little was my love worth to you, in your heart
That no aversion seized you, when you thought,
That other men than I were in the world.
Do you think that I would prove a husband, complaisant,
To laste strange kisses on your laps, the while and
Yet you come here as harlot of your dreams?
Co, Beatrice!
Beatrice
Why what have I done?
You love me no more, Filippo--?
You!
Filippo
I have you? Horror of you possesses me.
Beatrice
Filippo, till yesterday I ne'er thought of the Duke!
Filippo
Yes to-day you were his.
Beatrice
Yes, in a dream!
Filippo
come, leave me, go!
Beatrice
Do you say that in earnest, Filippo?
You will not take me with you on your journey?
Filippo
There is no need to make a journey now.
Beatrice
Don't you think,
That I would go with you most joyfully,
I love you, Filippo, I love you!with all my heart!