BERTUCCIO.
Why not! Why not! Oh, if I could! To live
Where there's no mocking, and no being mocked;
No laughter but what's innocent; no mirth
That leaves an after bitterness like gall.
FIORDELISA.
Now, you are sad! There 's that black ugly cloud
Upon your brow; you promised, the last time,
It never should come when we were together.
You know when you're sad I'm sad too.
BERTUCCIO.
My bird!
I'm selfish even with thee; let dark thoughts come,
That thy sweet voice may chase them, as they say
The blessed church bells drive the demons off.
FIORDELISA.
If I but knew the reason of your sadness,
Then I might comfort you; but I know nothing,
Not even your name.
BERTUCCIO.
I'd have no name for thee
But "father."
FIORDELISA.
In the convent at Cesena,
Where I was reared, they used to call me orphan.
I thought I had no father, till you came,
And then they needed not to say I had one;
My own heart told me that.
BERTUCCIO.
I often think
I had done well to have left thee there, in the peace
