So it seems, Madam.
DUCHESS
And yet you have cured his melancholy by your presence. And in the past——tell me: had you ever sung to him?
DIEGO (weeping silently)
Daily, Madam.
DUCHESS (slowly)
They say that Ferdinand is, thanks to you, once more in full possession of his mind. It cannot be. Something still lacks; he is not fully cured.
DIEGO
Alas, he is. The Duke remembers everything, save me.
DUCHESS