Adventures of Don Juan Page #2

This is treasonous.

What's come over you?

- You haven't been the same since France.

- I wish I'd never returned.

You're as stubborn as your mother,

rest her soul.

This alliance may mean peace

for England and Spain.

Yes, but not for me.

How do you know?

You've never even seen the duke.

- I have a premonition.

- But...

He's coming! He's coming!

The duke is almost here.

Oh, do come and have a look.

Have a look.

Diana, my child, for my sake.

For England.

Very well. I'll do it for England.

But if he looks like my premonition

there still may be war with Spain.

Come, my lady, do have a look.

He's right below. Come along.

Oh, look, that must be His Grace there.

Oh, he's a fine looking gentleman,

isn't it?

For a foreigner, that is.

Balcony, 18 feet above street level.

No trellises or vines to hang onto.

Flagpoles won't support your weight.

And if you come out suddenly,

come over roof.

Keep horses close.

Well, my lady, what do you think of him?

- I know that head.

- But you couldn't.

- You've never seen the duke.

- No.

But I've seen that head.

Your Grace?

- Your Grace?

- Yes, My Grace.

My son.

My son.

- Father.

- Come.

Your bride awaits you.

Quick, my powder. My brush.

But a moment ago

you didn't want to see His Grace.

- That was a moment ago.

- Oh, you're flushed and excited.

- Perhaps you should be put to bed.

- Perhaps.

- Come in, Your Grace. Come in.

- Thank you, sir.

- My daughter will greet you immediately.

- You're very kind, sir.

Diana, my dear.

Oh, Your Grace.

- There's something I should explain, sir.

- But... But...

Diana.

My daughter. My blessed child.

Here is your future husband.

Your Grace.

My compliments, sir.

Indeed, we're both fortunate.

I thank Your Grace.

I thank you.

- Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll...

- By all means.

Oh, Your Grace.

- Well, Your Grace?

- Extremely well.

- Now that I see you for the first time, l...

- The first time?

Well, beauty such as yours

is always new.

Charming. Spoken like a Don Juan.

- Don Juan?

- Darling, let's stop pretending.

You're here at last.

- You've found me.

- So I have.

Just as you swore you would

that star-crossed night...

...when you held me in your arms.

I'll never forget it.

It was...

- It was...

- Venice.

Venice. Yes, of course.

That unforgettable night.

You and I together.

Strange music coming to us

across the water, haunting us.

It was Paris, you beast!

At the home of the Contesse de Trouville

in the garden.

You swore you'd remember my kiss

till the end of time.

That was four months ago.

Diana, darling, at last I found you.

Liar. Cheat. Imposter.

No. For a moment,

I was blinded by your beauty.

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