"Perchè?"
"Because I'm tired of opera. I'm tired of you. I'm tired of everything. I'm going to leave all the old life and become respectable."
"The life of a singer is always respectable," declared Ferrari, mendaciously. "You mean to leave me, Signora?"
"Yes, I do."
"Ebbene! we shall see."
"What claim have you on me? None. I met you in America two years ago. We nag together for a time, and because of that you persecute me with you ridiculous attentions."
"I love thee."
"I don't want your love."
"Veramente!"
"No!"