10.,
Lucrezia
No, it is a voir,
As sacred, as any ever made.
Malvezzi
And when you so delight me, Lucrezia,
That I dare it? Onee let me embrace you-
A couple go over in the garden.)
Lucrezia
And then fare well forever to all joyr
Oh!, thank me, that I am honorable towards you.
tell you, any other,whom you saw
And found so worth possesing as you seem me
would have kept silent about her voi,
and in the rupture of a Miss,
tun you to the heart with her dagger!
Malvezzi
Yet think of this:
have been turned, I can guard myself against you,
am supple, and can slip out
If I so choose, fromonderath your arm,
Luerezk
Do you thik so?
(At this instant Isabella runs across stag,tearing her
clothes pff her.)
Isabella
In a fremzy)
! Why is the most beautiful Hounster,not^ handsons enough—?
y is the strongest man not strong enough? why is the deepest
oluptuousness not lust? I die of desire!
Exits to garden.)
Lucrezia
I he not more beautiful than I? I beg of you,
ske her instead of me. I am sorry for you,
wise and amiable.
Malvezzi
Each word
Pills me with desr e again! Oh! come!
Luerezia
Heally,-
tremble before the 16zzling
power
which sent me from Florence to this city,
Malvezzi
Love me, most superb Luerezia!
(Exeunt to garden
Lucrezia
No, it is a voir,
As sacred, as any ever made.
Malvezzi
And when you so delight me, Lucrezia,
That I dare it? Onee let me embrace you-
A couple go over in the garden.)
Lucrezia
And then fare well forever to all joyr
Oh!, thank me, that I am honorable towards you.
tell you, any other,whom you saw
And found so worth possesing as you seem me
would have kept silent about her voi,
and in the rupture of a Miss,
tun you to the heart with her dagger!
Malvezzi
Yet think of this:
have been turned, I can guard myself against you,
am supple, and can slip out
If I so choose, fromonderath your arm,
Luerezk
Do you thik so?
(At this instant Isabella runs across stag,tearing her
clothes pff her.)
Isabella
In a fremzy)
! Why is the most beautiful Hounster,not^ handsons enough—?
y is the strongest man not strong enough? why is the deepest
oluptuousness not lust? I die of desire!
Exits to garden.)
Lucrezia
I he not more beautiful than I? I beg of you,
ske her instead of me. I am sorry for you,
wise and amiable.
Malvezzi
Each word
Pills me with desr e again! Oh! come!
Luerezia
Heally,-
tremble before the 16zzling
power
which sent me from Florence to this city,
Malvezzi
Love me, most superb Luerezia!
(Exeunt to garden