Francesoo
Sire, command that they be looked!
They are innocent.
Duke
(The cbains are taken from the
Free them!
Nardis)
Francesco
I thank you!
(Pointing to Beatrice)
She alone is guilty,
She only. As her brother I can testify to this fact.
Her name is even now connected with lustful solicitations.
Everyone recall, that she is my sister.
I spurn her as I would the dus beneath my feet.
Rosina
Miserable worsch!
Cosini
(To Duke, who is undecided)
My prince, what ails you? What do you command?
Shall be done to this woman? The hours fly!
Rosina
Does the Duke forget that she stands here.
Who is his wife?
Mrs. Nardi
Be quiet, you wicked creature!
Rosina
One who on her wedding night ran away,
To join her lower.
Duke
What ails everyone?
They all stand demb, and wait upon my words,
Yet rises she superior to what has happened
Banishes it, lives for herself, possesing
Some peculiar power. I am, however,
As though I drank the blood of elaughtered men,
like the soft earth this thirsty morning.
Tagether with the evil deeds that this fast
Fleeting night, has brought about. White she
who is responsible for so much sorrow,
Lies stiff across the thresholdof this
Last day - like to a corpse,
The cannot comprehend or feel,
What matters this to me, but one thing stirs me
This man died here alone, and she fled back into
be
som this moved Prinft abou*
Lif
Héro, ada dead dog.
Sire, command that they be looked!
They are innocent.
Duke
(The cbains are taken from the
Free them!
Nardis)
Francesco
I thank you!
(Pointing to Beatrice)
She alone is guilty,
She only. As her brother I can testify to this fact.
Her name is even now connected with lustful solicitations.
Everyone recall, that she is my sister.
I spurn her as I would the dus beneath my feet.
Rosina
Miserable worsch!
Cosini
(To Duke, who is undecided)
My prince, what ails you? What do you command?
Shall be done to this woman? The hours fly!
Rosina
Does the Duke forget that she stands here.
Who is his wife?
Mrs. Nardi
Be quiet, you wicked creature!
Rosina
One who on her wedding night ran away,
To join her lower.
Duke
What ails everyone?
They all stand demb, and wait upon my words,
Yet rises she superior to what has happened
Banishes it, lives for herself, possesing
Some peculiar power. I am, however,
As though I drank the blood of elaughtered men,
like the soft earth this thirsty morning.
Tagether with the evil deeds that this fast
Fleeting night, has brought about. White she
who is responsible for so much sorrow,
Lies stiff across the thresholdof this
Last day - like to a corpse,
The cannot comprehend or feel,
What matters this to me, but one thing stirs me
This man died here alone, and she fled back into
be
som this moved Prinft abou*
Lif
Héro, ada dead dog.