Marchese del Grillo, Il
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:46:03
- Come, Mr. Marquis, everything
is ready. - What have you cooked?

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- Lamb cutlets. - Good!
- Served hot from the grill.

:46:11
- Just as you like them!
- Here, I'm so hungry.

:46:15
- They're hot.
- Ouch!

:46:18
In fact I have burnt my finger,
but they are all scorched.

:46:21
They are, and it's the bell's fault.
They've been stuck inside my head all day.

:46:26
I can't take it anymore
and also that poor creature is scared.

:46:31
Why don't you speak?
Are you angry with me?

:46:36
She's angry because this winter
you have come only 3 or 4 times.

:46:41
My daughter is always sad
because she loves you.

:46:45
She has to love me,
I have given you a house!

:46:49
You've given us a beautiful house,
but you never come here.

:46:56
We are always alone
and she is sad for that.

:46:59
Your mother tells so many lies. At least you
are silent, you are more honest than her.

:47:04
- Mr. Marquis, the Pope's guards
are looking for you! - I'm coming.

:47:08
- My God, the Pope!
- Yes, he needs me and I have to go.

:47:13
- And these cutlets? - I'll be right back,
and Faustina will be glad.

:47:17
- Bye, Faustina.
- Mr. Marquis, come back soon.

:47:32
I yield with deference
to the orders of Your Holiness

:47:35
and I am ready to spend,
if necessary,

:47:38
the rest of my days inside
Castel Saint Angelo, and ponder.

:47:44
Yes.
:47:45
But I would like to know
on what I have to ponder.

:47:48
On the inconvenience of
a similar joke at this very moment.

:47:52
- But it wasn't a joke.
- What?

:47:56
To have the bells toll as if
the Pope were dead isn't a joke?


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