PRINCE.
'Tis true, Conti; but why did you not bring it a month sooner? Lay it aside. What is the other?
CONTI (taking it up and holding it still reversed).
It is also a female portrait.
PRINCE.
Then I had almost rather not see it; for the ideal depicted here (pointing to his forehead), or rather here (laying his hand upon his heart), it cannot equal. I should like, Conti, to admire your art in other subjects.
CONTI.
There may be more admirable examples of art, but a more admirable subject than this cannot exist.
PRINCE.
Then I'll lay a wager, Conti, that it is the portrait of the artist's own mistress. (Conti turns the picture.) What do I see? Your work, Conti, or the work of my fancy? Emilia Galotti!