:12:00
I find myself within his eyes
:12:04
I long for more of myself to know
:12:07
He hears, it seems, my silent cries
:12:10
And makes my heart my reason's foe
:12:15
How can this be, to love so quickly?
:12:18
"Love does not wait," is his reply
:12:22
What magic weaves
his touch to trick me?
:12:26
How can I now my love deny?
:12:39
For my bride...
:12:40
...a little wedding trinket.
:12:56
Lorenzo Gritti and his fair bride
:12:59
Your union gives us greatest pride
:13:03
Good health, great wealth
and lasting line
:13:23
- How could they?
- How could who what?
:13:25
Your parents marry your sister off
to that piece of decaying flesh.
:13:29
That piece of decaying flesh is a cousin
of the doge, confidant of the pope.
:13:34
- The Roman court adores him.
- They don't have to sleep with him.
:13:37
You'd be surprised.
:13:39
Save your blushes. They don't sit well
with the bluntness of your tongue.
:13:44
Surely they could have traded down
a few ducats for an ounce of virility.
:13:49
- Why?
- For your sister's sake.
:13:51
She's a prude.
:13:52
Then it would hardly have been
more cruel marrying her to God.
:13:55
God isn't as rich as Lorenzo Gritti.