18.
LIONARDO
of the
mei.
ession are
(With passion) Paola look at me! (He takes her hand and
holds it)
tant
PAOLA
tie said, before his do
(She leaves her hand in his but does not turn to him.)
And why? I know thee well enough: thou art
Young Lionardo – yes – I know.
Art pigment-mixer? No? Thon art not? What then?
A page at Court? Orden a prince perhaps?
Forgive! Not payment-mixer, prince nor page
Thou art a painter, Lionardo called,
And thou art fair I know. Why askest thou?
That I should look at thee? With fast-closed eyes
I'll tell thee more, I’ll tell thee all thou wilt.
Thy hair is known and soft and lightly ourled:
Thine eyes are blue and dark the brows above,
Thy throat is slim and white as any maids,
Thy limbs are willow slender, strong thine arm.
Well, is't not enough? Must I still see thee?
Drop thou my hand! (She Oraws away her hand)
LIONARDO
Paola, wilt play with meK
PAOLA theae lipe
es ou
(She has no eyes for him) From Florenoe will he bring ne
orders
If so, then next time I will go with him.
Think Lionardo, not since girlhood passed
have I in Florence haen, seen Cosmo's glory-
Nor met my brother since. But 'tis not that
The ladies of the court