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Updated: May 14, 2025
Come, friends! fill, fill, I say. I cannot help laughing when I reflect that, by giving this entertainment to-morrow, the Doge himself kindly affords us an opportunity of executing our plans. Parozzi. As to Flodoardo, I look upon him already as in his grave; yet before we go to-morrow to the Doge's, it will be as well to have a conference with Abellino. Contarino.
What I feel for Flodoardo is merely affection, friendship. Camilla. Indeed! Then you would be perfectly satisfied, should some one of our wealthy ladies bestow her hand on Flodoardo? Oh! Flodoardo would not ACCEPT her hand, Camilla; of that I am sure. Camilla. Child, child, you would willingly deceive yourself.
Dreadful was the enterprise proposed. Woe to him should Abellino discover his purpose. But Rosabella was the reward. He cast a look on the beloved one, and resolved to risk everything. He advanced towards the Doge. Andreas. Now, then, Flodoardo your resolution? Flodoardo. Should I deliver Abellino into your power, do you solemnly swear that Rosabella shall be my bride? Andreas.
A murmur of admiration rose from every corner of the saloon, but it rose unmarked by those who were the objects of it. Neither Rosabella nor Flodoardo at that moment formed a wish to be applauded, except by each other. Two evenings had elapsed since the Doge's entertainment. On the second, Parozzi sat in his own apartment, with Memmo and Falieri.
I must say that I think it would be wiser not to let him be brought in among us, for he is capable of strangling us all as we stand here, one after another, without mercy. "Gracious Heaven!" screamed several of the ladies, "you don't say so? What, strangle us in this very chamber?" Contarino. The principal point is, whether Flodoardo will get the better of HIM, or HE of Flodoardo.
One hand of Rosabella's still rested on her uncle's shoulder; with the other she clasped Flodoardo's and pressed it fondly against her heart yet Flodoardo seemed still unsatisfied.
I shall be frightened out of my senses if he comes here." "Noble ladies," said Flodoardo, with a smile, expressing rather sorrow than joy, "you have nothing to apprehend. "Oh, my best friend," she answered, "how shall I express my thanks to you for having thus put an end to my terrors? I shall tremble no more at hearing Abellino named. Rosabella shall now be called the Bravo's Bride no longer."
"You are dear to me, Flodoardo," murmured Rosabella, for Camilla and her counsels were quite forgotten; "oh, you are very, very dear!" The youth only thanked her by clasping her still closer to his bosom, while, for the first time, he sealed her coral lips with his own. At that moment the door was suddenly thrown open.
Deserves it, said I? Oh, what does Flodoardo NOT deserve? Camilla. Ay, ay, friendship, indeed, and love. Oh, Rosabella, you know not how often these deceivers borrow each other's mask to ensnare the hearts of unsuspecting maidens.
Flodoardo was lodged in the magnificent palace of his good old patron, Lomellino, here he lived in the closest retirement, studied the most valuable parts of ancient and modern literature, remained for whole days together in his own apartment, and was seldom to be seen in public except upon some great solemnity.
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