P. S.
27
Filippo
In that wine there was death.
Beatrice
Death?
Filippe
Yes, I trust 'twillbe an
Easy one for you.
Beatrice
(Very much frightened)
Death!
Filippo
Why do you look at me, as if you were afraid?
Beatrice
I drank death from that class.
Filippo
Yes, as did I belonged one.
(As he asproached her, she retreats)
Beatrice
How long have we before the end will come?
Filippo
I do not know.
Seconds, perhaps, or hours, we may see the down
And yet again, we may not see the sunrise of another
Morning.
(They look into each others eyes)
Filippo
(Coming nearer)
Come, Beatrice!
Beatrice
Which will die first think you?
Filippo
I cannot tell.