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Scene VI.
Marinelli, _The_ Prince.
MARINELLI.
Your Highness will pardon me; I was not prepared for so early a summons.
PRINCE.
I felt an inclination to drive out, the morning was so fine. But now it is almost over, and my inclination has subsided. (_After a short pause_). Any news, Marinelli?
MARINELLI.
Nothing of importance that I know. The Countess Orsina arrived in town yesterday.
PRINCE.
Yes, here lies her morning salutation (_pointing to the letter_), or whatever it may be. I am not inquisitive about it. Have you seen her?
MARINELLI.
Am I not unfortunately her confidant? But if ever I am so again with a lady who takes it into her head to love you desperately, Prince, may I----
PRINCE.
No rash vows, Marinelli.
MARINELLI.
Indeed, Prince! Is it possible? The Countess, then, is not so utterly mistaken.
PRINCE.
Quite mistaken, certainly. My approaching union with the Princess of Ma.s.sa compels me in the first place to break off all such connections.
MARINELLI.
If that were all, the Countess would doubtless know as well how to submit to her fate, as the Prince to his.
PRINCE.
My fate is harder far than hers. My heart is sacrificed to a miserable political consideration. She has but to take back hers, and need not bestow it against her inclination.
MARINELLI.
Take it back! "Why take it back," asks the Countess, "for a wife, whom policy and not love attaches to the Prince?" With a wife of that kind the mistress may still hold her place. It is not, therefore, for a wife that she dreads being sacrificed, but----
PRINCE.
Perhaps another mistress. What then? would you make a crime of that, Marinelli?
MARINELLI.
I, Prince? Oh, confound me not with the foolish woman whose cause I advocate--from pity! For yesterday I own she greatly moved me. She wished not to mention her attachment to you, and strove to appear cold and tranquil. But in the midst of the most indifferent topics, some expression, some allusion, escaped her, which betrayed her tortured heart. With the most cheerful demeanour she said the most melancholy things, and on the other hand uttered the most laughable jests with an air of deep distress. She has taken to books for refuge, which I fear will be her ruin.
PRINCE.
Yes, for books gave the first blow to her poor understanding. And, Marinelli, you will scarcely employ for the purpose of renewing my attachment, that which was the chief cause of our separation. If love renders her foolish, she would sooner or later have become so, even without such influence. But enough of her! To something else. Is there nothing new in town?
MARINELLI.
Next to nothing; for that Count Appiani will be married to-day is little better than nothing.
PRINCE.
Count Appiani! To whom? I have not heard that he is engaged.
MARINELLI.
The affair has been kept a profound secret. And indeed, there was not much to create a sensation. You will smile, Prince; but it ever happens so with sentimental youths! Love always plays the worst of tricks. A girl without fortune or rank has managed to catch him in her snares, without any trouble, but with a little display of virtue, sensibility, wit, and so forth.
PRINCE.
The man who can wholly resign himself to the impressions which innocence and beauty make upon him is, in my opinion, rather to be envied than derided. And what is the name of the happy fair one? For though I well know, Marinelli, that you and Appiani dislike each other, he is nevertheless a very worthy young man, a handsome man, a rich man, and an honourable man. I should like to be able to attach him to myself.
MARINELLI.
If it be not too late; for, as far as I can learn, it is not his intention to seek his fortune at court. He will retire with his spouse to his native valleys of Piedmont, and indulge himself in hunting chamois or training marmots upon the Alps. What can he do better? Here his prospects are blighted by the connection he has formed. The first circles are closed against him.
PRINCE.
The first circles! What are they worth, mere resorts of ceremony, restraint, ennui, and poverty? But how call you the fair being who is the cause of all these wondrous sacrifices?
MARINELLI.
A certain--Emilia Galotti?
PRINCE.
What! Marinelli! a certain----
MARINELLI.
Emilia Calotti.
PRINCE.
Emilia Galotti? Never!----
