Casanova Page #3

You're always slipping away in secret.

And you're thin.

It's obvious

you've already got a secret lover.

Well, don't tell.

Hello. A gift for your daughter.

I don't know what to say.

Thank you. It's magnificent.

But you don't know my daughter

and she doesn't know you.

Yes. But I know her reputation,

Signor Donato.

And everybody knows yours,

Signor Casanova.

I've always wondered

what you look like.

Quite ordinary, I can see that.

Well, how can I put this?

Victoria is that rare thing -

a Venetian virgin.

Yes, one hears of them,

but invariably it turns out that...

I am sorry. Do go on.

Thank you.

She's led a very protected life.

Never has an impure thought

crossed her mind.

Of course not.

She's never been alone in a room with a

man, or even seen a man without his coat.

I've made sure of that.

There isn't anything I wouldn't do

to ensure her happy innocence.

- She should be in a nunnery, but...

- Heaven forbid.

- Exactly. One hears things.

- Yes.

On the other hand,

there is you, Signor Casanova,

the most notorious lover

of women in Venice,

reputed to have the longest list

of conquests ever known.

A virtuoso of the intimate caress

The maestro of multiple...

- What was that?

- I will come to love her, Signor Donato.

It's out of the question.

Your idea of love is sensuality,

to reduce women to quivering puddles of...

Victoria!

Are you all right?

I want him. I want him.

Please, please, Papa.

I'll never be happy without him.

- Congratulations. We're engaged.

- We are a marvel.

- I mean, actually getting married?

- Yes.

You have sullied my glove.

I mean, love. My love.

- I'm sorry. What did he just call us?

- We didn't sully it. It came out of nowhere.

Thank you.

You've sullied my love.

Victoria Donato is my fiance.

- Is she?

- Yes.

- In the sense that I'm going to marry her.

- Well, she never mentioned that.

Of course she didn't.

I haven't asked her yet.

Wha...?

Here, sir.

What, are you two

working together now? Lupo.

San Cremori at dawn.

Listen. We decline to fight you, dear sir.

- You coward.

- We happen to be on good behavior.

You have no right to decline

to defend your honor.

It's our honor, so we have the right.

He who gets slapped has his rights.

Those are the rules.

See?

- Now, what did we do that for?

- I don't know.

San Cremori at dawn.

May I know of whom

I have the honor to be killing?

Lupo Salvato.

Thank you.

- Don't forget your glove.

- Thank you.

Surely we don't mean...

What's this "we"?

You slapped him. You fight him.

I see you're not laughing now.

Come on!

The apple is very distracting.

It's all right. I'll fight him.

I can be Lupo Salvato.

Bastard!

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