"Much."
"Thou speakest with a frightful meaning!"
"I have not taught my countenance to lie to thee, Gelsomina."
"But there is hope.--- Thou told'st him there was hope, thyself."
"Blessed Maria forgive the fraud! I could not rob the little life he has of its only comfort."
"Carlo!—Carlo!—Why art thou so calm? I have never heard thee speak so calmly of thy father's wrongs and imprisonment."
"It is because his liberation is near."
"But this moment he was without hope, and thou speakest now of liberation!"
"The liberation of death. Even the anger of the Senate will respect the grave."
"Dost thou think his end near? I had not seen this change."