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Thickly enrapped within the mystery of these last hours,
Is closely tolded about you. Let it too fall to earth,
like that which now Hivelops you
(she lets the veil fall to the floor)
Beatrice
See, I am here,
Ready to go on life's last journey with you!
Dost thou need to ask me such a question?
Filippo
Beatrice, you are but a stranger to me,
My kompanion you shall not be, on such a journey.
Beatrice
How difficulty I thought to be received by you.
What matters all the glamor of past hours,
When we have reached the last one?
Though, since I last saw you, you had
Flown through the air with hundres of devils,
I should not question you about it. And were I myself
This very evening a Queen, to whom all bent in hommage,
Or were I the harlot of a jester, what should it matter,
If now I'm here to die with you.
Filippo
You came here your wedding feast!
They will be seeking you.
Beatrice
No one knows where I went!
No man saw me go, and none have followed me.
Filippo
You speak as you wert ever prone to do).
That I can understand, and I seem to be appointed,
To fathom these happenings. — To penetrate
The inmost Iepths of your strange soul!
Then speak!
Beatrice
It is well!
Why can you not understand me?
For a dream you drove me from your side.
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