FRANCESCA. Paolo—love—
Indeed, you hurt me!—Do not use me thus!
Kill me, but do not leave me. I will laugh—
long, gay, ringing laugh—if thou wilt draw
Thy pitying sword, and stab me to the heart!
[Enter LANCIOTTO behind.]
Nay, then, one kiss!
LANCIOTTO. [Advancing between them.] Take it: 'twill be the last.
PAOLO. Lo! Heaven is just!
FRANCESCA. The last! so be it. [Kisses PAOLO.
LANCIOTTO. Ha!
Dare you these tricks before my very face?
FRANCESCA. Why not? I've kissed him in the sight of heaven;
Are you above it?
PAOLO. Peace, Francesca, peace!
LANCIOTTO. Paolo—why, thou sad and downcast man,
Look up! I have some words to speak with thee.
Thou art not guilty?