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LANCIOTTO. She told you nothing? PAOLO. Nothing. LANCIOTTO. Not a word? PAOLO. Not one. LANCIOTTO. What heard you at Ravenna, then? PAOLO. Nothing. LANCIOTTO. Here? PAOLO. Nothing. LANCIOTTO. Not the slightest hint?-- Don't stammer, man! Speak quick! I am in haste. PAOLO. Never. LANCIOTTO. What know you? PAOLO. Nothing that concerns Your happiness, Lanciotto. If I did, Would I not tell unquestioned? LANCIOTTO. Would you not? You ask a question for me: answer it. PAOLO. I have. LANCIOTTO. You juggle, you turn deadly pale, Fumble your dagger, stand with head half round, Tapping your feet.--You dare not look at me! By Satan! Count Paolo, let me say, You look much like a full-convicted thief! PAOLO. Brother!-- LANCIOTTO. Pshaw! brother! You deceive me, sir: You and that lady have a devil's league, To keep a devil's secret. Is it thus You deal with me? Now, by the light above I'd give a dukedom for some fair pretext To fly you all! She does not love me? Well, I could bear that, and live away from her. Love would be sweet, but want of it becomes An early habit to such men as I. But you--ah! there's the sorrow--whom I loved An infant in your cradle; you who grew Up in my heart, with every inch you gained; You whom I loved for every quality, Good, bad, and common, in your natural stock; Ay, for your very beauty! It is strange, you'll say, For such a crippled horror to do that, Against the custom of his kind! O! yes, I love, and you betray me! PAOLO. Lanciotto, This is sheer frenzy. Join your bride. LANCIOTTO. I'll not! What, go to her, to feel her very flesh Crawl from my touch?--to hear her sigh and moan, As if God plagued her? Must I come to that? Must I endure your hellish mystery With my own wife, and roll my eyes away In sentimental bliss? No, no! until I go to her, with confident belief In her integrity and candid love, I'll shun her as a leper. [_Alarm-bells toll._ MALATESTA. What is that? _Enter, hastily, a_ MESSENGER _in disorder._ MESSENGER. My lord, the Ghibelins are up-- LANCIOTTO. And I Will put them down again! I thank thee, Heaven, For this u
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