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Beatrice
Then it might happen that you would go before
And leave me here to parish all along.
Filippe
That is possible,
Now, come, Beatrice!
But not for long.
The moments we have left are few.
Let us enjoy them, fill them full of deepest bliss!
I would not that the lightest garment
Should separate my ardor from your limbs
Intoxieating warmth, before life flees.
I would feel raptured for a little while,
And eagerly drink from your sweet laps,
Your fleeting breath.
(He moves towards the near)
Beatrice
(Locks at him motionless)
Leave me!
I would say, have patience! See!
My hands are still quite warm, death must be still far off!
I will not have you take me so in haste.
I've not quite drained the chalice!
Who knows, how long I’ll suffer?
(Queruloualy)
Why didst not say to me; drink it all up at once,
Why deceive me? Did I not come to die,
Tis. poisoned.
It is all hateful, it spoils my plan,
With you?
It’s not at all as I would have it.
Filippo
Can you not understand, what we are facing?
That we are dying now! This death until
Today so meaningless, a word, nought else,
Is now reality.
Beatrice
Do not insult me so.
I would had been otherwise! 'Tis like
A murder, from an ambuscade. I never thought,
That you would act noward’s part, or be so
I hate you now.
Treacherous.