GUIDO. Francesca,
My eyes are old—I did not clearly see—Faith,
it escaped my thoughts. Some other things
Came in my head. I was as ignorant
Of Count Paolo's coming as yourself.
The brothers are so like.
FRANCESCA. Indeed?
GUIDO. Yes, yes.
One is the other's counterpart, in fact;
And even now it may not be—O! shame!
I lie by habit. [Aside.
FRANCESCA. Then there is a hope?
He may be Lanciotto, after all?
O! joy—
Enter a SERVANT.
SERVANT. The Count Paolo. [Exit.
FRANCESCA. Misery!
That name was not Lanciotto!
GUIDO. Farewell, child.
I'll leave you with the Count: he'll make it plain.
It seems 'twas Count Paolo. [Going.
FRANCESCA. Father!
GUIDO. Well.