MARINELLI.
Am I not unfortunately her confidant? But if ever I am so again with a lady who takes it into her head to love you desperately, Prince, may I----
PRINCE.
No rash vows, Marinelli.
MARINELLI.
Indeed, Prince! Is it possible? The Countess, then, is not so utterly mistaken.
PRINCE.
Quite mistaken, certainly. My approaching union with the Princess of Massa compels me in the first place to break off all such connections.
MARINELLI.
If that were all, the Countess would doubtless know as well how to submit to her fate, as the Prince to his.