MARINELLI.
Well, yes, Prince. There see the consequence of your reserve. "A prince has no friends." And why? Because he will have none. To-day you honour us with your confidence, entrust to us your most secret wishes, open your whole soul to us--and to-morrow we are as perfect strangers to you, as if you had never exchanged a word with us.
PRINCE.
Alas, Marinelli, how could I entrust a secret to you which I would scarcely confess to myself?
MARINELLI.
And, which you have, therefore, of course, not confessed to the author of your uneasiness?
PRINCE.
To her!--All my endeavours have been fruitless to speak with her a second time.
MARINELLI.
And the first time----