Dangerous Beauty Page #2

OH, YOU'D BE

SURPRISED.

SAVE YOUR BLUSHES,

VERONICA.

THEY DON'T SIT WELL

WITH THE BLUNTNESS

OF YOUR TONGUE.

SURELY THEY COULD HAVE

TRADED DOWN A FEW DUCATS

FOR AN OUNCE:

OF VIRILITY.

WHY?

WELL, FOR YOUR

SISTER'S SAKE.

MY SISTER'S A PRUDE.

OH, AND SHE MIGH HAVE KEPT HER OWN BED.

IT WOULD HARDLY:

BE MORE CRUEL:

MARRYING HER:

TO GOD.

GOD ISN'T AS RICH

AS LORENZO GRITTI.

DO HONOR TO THE HOUSES

OF GRITTI AND VENIER.

FOR VENICE.

I'VE SEEN

HOW YOU LOOK AT HER

AND HOW SHE LOOKS AT YOU.

I KNOW THAT LOOK.

FATHER.

DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE

LOVE'S ALLURE, MARCO.

ENJOY IT, BUT...

GUARD YOUR HEAD:

AND YOUR HEART.

YOU CANNOT MARRY HER.

I KNOW.

PIETRO, COME.

I WISH THAT WERE

OUR BRIDAL CHAMBER.

OH.

YOU THINK ME TERRIBLY

WICKED FOR SAYING THAT.

NO.

YOU KNOW WE CAN'T MARRY.

I KNOW ONLY:

WHAT YOU TELL ME.

I MUST MARRY:

ACCORDING TO MY STATION

AND MY FAMILY'S WILL.

WELL, THEN

WHY ARE YOU HERE?

BECAUSE I COULD NO STAY AWAY.

WELL, THEN DON'T.

MY MARRIAGE MUST BE

A MARRIAGE OF STATE.

MY PEOPLE ARE TRUE

CITIZENS 700 YEARS BACK.

A COAT OF ARMS DOES NO AN INHERITANCE MAKE.

I SPEAK OF LOVE,

AND YOU TALK OF MONEY.

I SPEAK OF MY DUTY.

AND WHAT OF YOUR HEART?

IT ISN'T ABOUT MY HEART.

THIS IS ABOUT POLITICS.

HOW ROMANTIC.

MARRIAGE ISN'T ROMANTIC.

THAT'S WHY GOD

INVENTED POETRY.

TO SWEETEN MEN'S

LYING LIPS.

IF I WERE A LIAR,

WOULD I TELL YOU THIS NOW?

IF YOU CARED FOR ME,

YOU COULD NOT TELL ME THIS EVER.

BUT I WANT YOU.

NOT ENOUGH.

[SOBBING]

DAUGHTER, YOU HAVE

REACHED TOO HIGH.

I TOLD YOU,

MARRIAGE IS A CONTRACT.

SIGNING A TREATY.

TO A MAN:

OF MARCO'S STATION,

IT HAS NOTHING:

TO DO WITH LOVE.

BUT...

YOU CAN STILL HAVE MARCO.

BUT NOT IN WEDLOCK.

THERE'S AN ALTERNATIVE

TO MARRIAGE.

YOU'LL BECOME

A COURTESAN.

I HAVE SEEN YOU:

WATCHING THEM.

I'VE SEEN YOU

MESMERIZED BY THEM.

YOU WILL BECOME:

A COURTESAN...

LIKE YOUR MOTHER

USED TO BE.

YOU WERE A COURTESAN?

ONE OF THE BEST.

WHEN?

A LONG TIME AGO.

VERONICA.

I HAD HOPED TO BUY YOU

A GOOD MARRIAGE,

BUT YOUR FATHER:

DRANK AWAY YOUR DOWRY.

YOUR BROTHER:

MUST BUY HIS POSTING,

AND I AM TOO OLD.

IT IS YOU:

WHO MUST SUPPORT US NOW.

LOOK AT THESE HANDS.

SOFT.

TOO SOF FOR A SCULLERY MAID

OR WORKING THE WINERY.

PERHAPS A LADY'S MAID.

MAYBE BEATRICE:

WILL HIRE YOU.

WOULDN'T THAT BE FUNNY?

SEND ME:

TO THE CONVENT, THEN,

TO SANTO SPIRITO.

VERONICA,

YOU ARE NOT THE TYPE.

HOW WOULD YOU KNOW?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

WHICHEVER DEVIL YOU CHOOSE,

YOU'LL LOOK HIM

IN THE EYE FIRST,

WHICH IS MORE THAN MY MOTHER

EVER GAVE ME.

[WOMEN SINGING IN LATIN]

[SCISSORS CUTTING]

[WOMAN CRYING]

THE FIRST SECRE OF ALL GREAT COURTESANS--

YOU MUST KNOW PLEASURE

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