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Ercole
The poor young fellow.
Already is he now forget!
Filippo
Then he gave her up – willingly?
Ercole
I thought I had already said
He stabbed himself to death, for grief.
Isabella
Peor fool!
Ercole
A greater one, than you can well believe!
As the Duke offered him at once a rich, and noble lady
for his wife.
Filippo
And the bridge. Her blood turned not to ice?
Ereole
She seems not to be made of such soft stuff.
Filippo
And pray what did the lady when he died?
Did she cry out?
Did she appear most wretched of all women?
Ercole
Naught has been said, or heard of such a cry.
She wasduickly dressed in greatest splendor,
For her wedding, with the Duke, who came for her
In regal state, and half Bologna attended them
To St. Peter's church, where with due form,
The cardinal performed the obremony.
Isabella
were you there also.
Ercole
Of course I was. And such a crowd
Was in the church, and on the Square before it,
And such excitement all about us it grow so great that heaven