21.
Francesco
Let me in his dead
Speak to your heart, Beatrice
And for myself, that I may rest in peace, and march
When God desiects. Take him as husband.
Beatrice
Where shall I live with him?
Francesco
Not with those, who brought you up
Not in this city!
Beatrice
All say,
That none may now leave the city.
Francesco
This may prove true tomorrow, to-day 'tis not so;
Theakreets are free towards the East.
If a hundred or a thousand tried to pass there,
'T' would be their undoing; but trust me only,
I can show you both a safe way, today.
Beatrice
What means this? To-day?
( unter Vittorino Monaldi)
Vittorino
Dearest Beatrice, do I see you at last!
Beatrice
Good evening,dear Vittorino!
Francesco
I have spoken to my sister,Vittorino.
Vittorino
have you done so? Then Beatrice will think me but a boy, who
dared not do so for himself. And what said Beatrice?--No, answer
not. Beatrice, not now, not so long as you look at me with those
strange eyes!
Francesco
My good Vittorino,there's no time
To wraone the answer, whatever it may be.
Much is condolused into this day
Hours count for days, days, – – for years.
Beatrice
Francesco,yes, so it is!