Hath set me this hard task, for when I say
What can I do—what can I get for thee?
He answers, “Get the Count to give me his falcon,
And that will make me well.” Yet if I ask,
He loves me, and he knows I know he loves me!
Will he not pray me to return his love—
To marry him?—(pause)—I can never marry him.
His grandsire struck my grandsire in a brawl
At Florence, and my grandsire stabb’d him there.
The feud between our houses is the bar