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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.
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'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 breastswill 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,
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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