Braccio [looks at her as though he were about to speak, but remains silent. Pause].
Braccio. How old are you?
Dianora [does not answer].
Braccio. Fifteen and five. You are twenty years old.
Dianora [does not answer. Pause].
Dianora [almost screaming]. My father's name was Bartholomeno Colleone—you can let me say the Lord's Prayer and the Hail Mary, and then kill me, but not let me stand here like a fettered beast.
Braccio [looks at her as though surprised; does not answer—glances at his hand].
Dianora [strokes back her hair slowly, folds her elbows over her breast, stares at him, then drops her arms, seems to divine his plan. Her voice is completely changed and is like a string that is stretched to the breaking-point].
One of my women I desire, who will—
[She stops; her voice seems to give out.]