“You had no chance of using the pins,” said he, “and the rent in your gown is very sore.”
And upon this the eyes of the damsel lost their fire and sought the floor; and she plucked at her girdle, and would not look on Deodonato. And they said outside, “It is very still in the Hall of the Duke.”
Then said Deodonato,
“Dulcissima, what would you?”
“That you repeal your decrees,” said she.
Deodonato’s brow grew dark; he did not love to go back.
“What I have decreed, I have decreed,” said he.
“And what I have resolved, I have resolved,” said she.
Deodonato drew near to her.
“And if I repeal the decrees?” said he.