VITTORIA.
I will say no more.
Let me look at you. What a joy it is
To see your face, to hear your voice again!
You bring with you a breath as of the morn,
A memory of the far-off happy days
When we were young. When did you come from Fondi?
JULIA. I have not been at Fondi since—
VITTORIA.
Ah me!
You need not speak the word; I understand you.
JULIA. I came from Naples by the lovely valley The Terra di Lavoro.
VITTORIA.
And you find me
But just returned from a long journey northward.
I have been staying with that noble woman
Renee of France, the Duchess of Ferrara.
JULIA. Oh, tell me of the Duchess. I have heard Flaminio speak her praises with such warmth That I am eager to hear more of her And of her brilliant court.
VITTORIA.
You shall hear all
But first sit down and listen patiently
While I confess myself.
JULIA.
What deadly sin
Have you committed?
VITTORIA.
Not a sin; a folly
I chid you once at Ischia, when you told me
That brave Fra Bastian was to paint your portrait.
JULIA Well I remember it.