Dante. An outcast?
Beatrice. Forced to leave a home.
Dante. For another?
Beatrice. Childhood can never have a second.
Dante. But childhood is now over.
Beatrice. I wonder who was so malicious as to tell my father that? He wanted me to be married a whole year ago.
Dante. And, Bice, you hesitated?
Beatrice. No; I only wept. He is a dear good father. I never disobeyed him but in those wicked tears; and they ran the faster the more he reprehended them.
Dante. Say, who is the happy youth?
Beatrice. I know not who ought to be happy if you are not.