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                  The Prince Giovannyi (WATP, 199).
              14. Dafna: Uncle, I confess
                  I loved the jest. (WATP, 255).
              15. Lidia: I beg you, sir,
                  To pass your judgement on me and dismiss me.
                  Duke: My judgement?
                  Lidia: Yes.
                  Duke: You challenge it?
                  Lidia: I do. (WATP, 260).
              16. Lidia: You have further commands for me?
                  Duke: Yes, I command you
                  To lend a patient hearing to my suit,
                  And answer it in sober earnestness,
                  As I, believe me, urge it.
                  Lidia: You are merciless.
                  Well, since no less contents you, I will feign
                  To take your suit in earnest and I will feign
                  To give it answer no less solemnly,
                  Thus: “With all tudiful submission, I
                  Decline the honour of your proffered hand,
                  Your Dukedom and its high appurtenances.”
                  Your grace is answered. (WATP, 161).
              17. Duke: Well, well, forgiveness is in fashion; I
                  Pardon you, Count, - you are still my chamberlain (WATP, 269).
              18. Duke: With all formality, Count Caromonte,
                  In presence of these noble witnesses,
                  I beg for your consent –
                  Giovanni (a despairing cry): No, no – ‘tis monstrous!
                  Duke (Unperturbed) to the betrothal of your daughter,
                  Linda, with this hot-headed boy.
                  I ask your blessing
                  Upon this union. (WATP, 267).
              19. Lidia: When I return to Caromonte
                  I promise you, by all my hopes of heaven,
                  If my endeavour so can order it,
                  Never to see Giovanni’s face again,
                  Never to cross this path. No act or thought
                  Of mine come between him and his birth right,
                  His duty to his race (WATP, 263).
              20. Lidia: Giovanni, kneel
                  Your Grace, two happy children, on their knees,
                  Ask your forgiveness for their ignorant errors. (WATP, 267).
              21. Lidia: But I confess I yearned
                  To come to court. (WATP, 249).
              22. Beatriz: You cannot think ‘twas I that struck the blow!
                  Beltran: Why not? The hand so cunning to betray,
                  Might well be strong to kill.
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