Do not speak,
For there are times when all existences
Seem narrowed to one single ecstasy,
And Passion sets a seal upon the lips.
Guido
Oh, with mine own lips let me break that seal!
You love me, Beatrice?
Duchess
Ay! is it not strange
I should so love mine enemy?
Guido
Who is he?
Duchess
Why, you: that with your shaft did pierce my heart!
Poor heart, that lived its little lonely life
Until it met your arrow.
Guido