LUCREZIA. Didn't she let you in?
ALBERTO. No. (His sobs become convulsive.)
LUCREZIA. Poor boy.
ALBERTO (lifting up a blubbered face to the moonlight). I am so unhappy.
LUCREZIA. You can't be more unhappy than I am.
ALBERTO. Oh yes, I am. It's impossible to be unhappier than me.
LUCREZIA. But I am more unhappy.
ALBERTO. You re not. Oh, how can you be so cruel Lucrezia? (He covers his face once more.)
LUCREZIA. But I only said I was unhappy Alberto.
ALBERTO. Yes, I know. That showed you weren't thinking of me. Nobody loves me. I shall hang myself to-night with the cord of my dressing-gown.