ODOARDO (who has been standing in deep meditation).
--How! May I not even see my daughter, then? May I not even see her here? I submit to everything--I approve of everything. A chancellor's house is, of course, a sanctuary of virtue. Take my daughter thither, I beseech your Highness--nowhere but thither. Yet I would willingly have some previous conversation with her. She is still ignorant of the Count's death, and will be unable to understand why she is separated from her parents. That I may apprise her gently of the one, and console her for this parting----I must see her, Prince, I must see her.
PRINCE.
Come, then, with us.
ODOARDO.
Surely the daughter can come to her father. Let us have a short conversation here, without witnesses. Send her hither, I beg your Highness.
PRINCE.
That, too, shall be done. Oh, Galotti, if you would be my friend, my guide, my father!
(Exeunt Prince and Marinelli).