N (Io e Napoleone) Page #3

Me too.

- I came to say I accept.

- What?

Your proposal

that I move in with you.

- What?

- Remember? Emilia?

You said I could tend the garden

and library...

even in your absence.

Emilia?

- I accept.

- Right, I did propose that.

- Will you help me?

- You don't seem happy.

The only thing I like

about this empire is the style...

Iofty petticoat

that hides the hips and rear...

while the cupolas are on display

for admirers.

What did you want to tell me?

You're so precious

with that prickly beard.

What did you have to tell me?

My dear Martino,

we can no longer see each other...

we simply can't.

Why?

When a relationship is over,

it's over.

Over?

I'm sorry for throwing cold water

on your flames.

She's arrived,

I'll go there and say I love her...

we'll roll around on the bed

and meet again in 15 days.

Emilia!

I liked it as much as you did.

"He arrives, reads me his poetry

of rhymed couplets...

we'll kiss each other all over...

then I'll return

to my 80-year-old...

asinine Bourbon husband in Naples".

- Martino?

- Yes.

Come here.

Here I am.

We're selling it all:

Villa, farm, and mines.

- Selling, when?

- Now, right now.

The Mayor of Porto Longone,

who now goes by Maire...

is buying on behalf of His Majesty.

For him,

small Napoleon is a big deal.

- Another sign?

- Sign of what?

- Nothing.

- Come on, smile!

Don't make that gloomy face

or I'll become sad.

- Shall we toast with champagne?

- At this hour?

- I never expected this.

- I'm sorry.

I'll call for some champagne.

Pascalina?

So for you, I'm just...

A fortnightly whim?

A fortnightly whim... that's right.

Since you're kind and good,

you'd suffer if I suffered?

- Of course.

- Sure.

Don't bother suffering,

I think the same thing you do.

Goodness, what do I think?

For serious reasons,

I too must say farewell forever.

Goodbye!

- You called?

- Get out! Now!

- Sincerity is wonderfulo Martino!

- My goodness.

I agree.?

- Pig!

- Are you mad?

You sure seized the opportunity!

Your false,

cowardly, petty sincerity!

- And yours?

- A pitiful lie.

Actually, a pathetic lie, for me!

How humiliating!

Emilia?

- Leave!

- Let's be clear.

What's there to clarify, Casinoski?

I had a Russian servant whom I called

Cretinoski, he liked it.

I know.

What's there to clarify,

you're 19 and I'm 40!

I'm 21!

I thought:
"Next year my breasts

will droop and he'll leave me...

then what'll I do, kill myself?

I'll leave him so I won't suffer."

Next year my foot,

you were already planning it!

There are people waiting for me.

"O goddess,

with time thou hast fled away...

to grievous memories

abandoning me...

and to a future

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