24.25.
As would a hungry beast in your soft throat.
I beg you Paola--I beseech you--
His step is on the stair – if once the words
Escape your laps then there is only death.
Forget my hasty speech, forgive me, love--
Ne'er shall my hated self mour eyes offend.
I leave this city e'er the evening falls.
I was aernadow only on the wall
And as a I hadow will I face away.
Myne you are not, and neither are you his:
Life only has the perfect right to you.
Do not refuse it! It was sin to light
And springtime if you die. Live Paola.
For you are much too fair--tooaglorious
To die. You leave behind you here too much
That's worth the living for. The door without
gently on the hinge--I know you’re brave
Be gratious and borgive me--then I swear
That in an hour's time I'll be no more!
His hand is on the latoh--ah!--Paola!
(Remigio comes in smiling and happy.)
PAOLA
(Draws back from him)
take care that you embrace me not too soon--
This man here was my lower yester night.
(There is a long panse)