29.
teatrice
(looks him full in the face, then turns as if about
to go)
Duke
That willst thou do?
Beatrice
ou said it. I must go,
Duke
Et so71 Not yet.! In the light of the morning sun,
With loosened hair and tattered robes.
is my harlot, to be jeered at by all my people
enials shall drive you forth across the castle court-vard.
Beatrice
what you must. — I will not get the veil.
Magnani
is not insult, that frightens such women.
Duke
or the last time.
To punishment you
quite within my power.
Spare me,
considering what you deserve!
Mrs. Nardi
strice, my child! The Prince is so merciful!
Heatrice
cannot go there!
Duke
Your
last word?
Beatrice
It is.
Duke
(after a short cause)
therefore I declare, Beatrice Nardi
ses her Ducal rank.
send her back, from whence she came.
give her over to, Carlo Magnani,
a quiek trial and Eerdict.
of the execution early tomorrow,
(turns to go. Wscends steps L. slowly)
Magnanai
Chanks, Prince, for this blessed decision!