Casanova Page #2

A good woman from a good family

will give you protection.

A wife?

It will soon be the time of Carnevale

when authority winks at our indiscretions.

- You're bad enough during Lent.

- But Carnival's in a few days.

You better not waste any more time then.

- Meanwhile, you're on good behavior.

- A wife?

- No scandals,...

- Getting married?

..duels, drunken escapades.

Morning, Lupo.

- We were worried about us.

- You were right to be.

- We're getting married.

- Congratulations. To whom?

Don't know yet.

Any callers?

Landlord, tailor, wine merchant,

usual creditors.

Look at the state of us.

Where have you been all night?

It's like being married already.

Can you get me some fresh clothes?

We have some shopping to do.

- The Contessa Morelli-D'Aosta.

- Yes, yes, yes. Oh, but, no, she snores.

Yes, I remember.

Lady Veronique Costello.

- Heavenly.

- Yeah.

- Duchess of Urfe.

- Yes.

- But didn't she poison her husband?

- Did she? I don't remember that.

Ah, Giulietta Badalamente.

Sadly, she hasn't

poisoned her husband yet.

Perhaps if we told us

what we're looking for.

I don't know. Beauty, modesty.

- Purity.

- All that.

Lupo. We have had a vision.

Still spying on your virgin?

She'll never look this way

if you don't make yourself known.

The whole town's talking about it.

It's just appalling.

You think those men liked hearing

they're no good in bed?

If they wanted that,

they'd go home to their wives.

Francesca, arrogance

in a woman is not attractive.

She's not arrogant.

She's just angry.

- Fruit, sir?

- Don't defend your sister.

It's true. She knows

she's smarter than most men,

which makes men pretend to be superior,

which makes her angry,

which is seen as arrogance.

Giovanni, come away from the window.

Our neighbours'll think you're a gargoyle.

No, Vittorio. Over there.

Francesca, this is a very important week as

you well know. You have responsibilities.

In a few days, thanks to you,

I won't be poor any more.

Much thanks to your father

who had the foresight to betroth her

to his rich cousin's eldest son in Genoa.

Listen to this.

"Mystery transvestite at university

overturns laws of gravity,

conjures devil from the air,

nearly starts fire."

God. Can't they get anything right?

Be thankful. I told you I'd not permit another

scandalous display at the university.

- There's too much at stake.

- Mother, I don't want to marry him.

- Please. I'll be damned if I do.

- Well, if you won't, I will.

That's funny, is it?

Well, I'm damned to be widowed

and gathering dust.

Mother.

Well done.

I know why you're like this

about your fiance.

- Why I'm like what?

- Come on.

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