Casanova Page #4

Signor Salvato.

Oh, dear.

This gentleman is here to explain

the terms of the duel and to see fair play.

- Very good.

- Your attention, please, gentlemen.

Stay behind the line until I give the word.

If one trips or falls, the other puts up

his sword until I say "continue".

Yes.

If a sword breaks,

your second hands you the spare sword.

- Do we have a spare sword?

- Yeah, we do.

First blood ends the duel.

Master!

Move. Go on.

Master!

It's the old switch game.

You'd have killed him.

And you are?

Francesca Bruni.

He's my brother.

- I'll take that, sir.

- Sorry, Signor Salvato.

I should think you would be sorry.

- It was all a case of mistaken identity.

- Mistaken identity?

Giovanni got it into his head

you were courting Signorina Donato.

- Did he?

- It's all over Venice.

The famously virginal Victoria Donato is

gonna marry the infamous rake, Casanova.

- Do you know him?

- Casanova. The philosopher,

who devotes his life to the perfection

of experience? Yes, I know him.

No. Casanova the libertine

who devotes his life to seducing women.

Well, we're obviously

talking about the same person.

There must be something deeply wrong

with a man like that, don't you think?

Something missing in his life.

True love, perhaps.

All love is true in different ways.

To say "l love falsely" is as self-

contradictory as saying "l believe falsely".

You are a philosopher, too.

I've spent countless hours

alone with Casanova,

pondering the ways of love and

how it makes us at one with the angels.

And with the beasts.

I will not debate with you

if you take the side of a man

whose idea of love

demands a female sacrifice every day.

I've no sympathy for women who think no

better of themselves than to be a plaything.

You tell your friend from me that what

he imagines being love is, in fact, self-love.

And self-love is self-doubt.

- Well said.

- Yes.

By the philosopher Bernardo Guardi.

You should read him, Signor Salvato.

- Clearly.

- Give me a man who is man enough

to give himself just to the woman

who is worth him.

If that woman were me,

I would love him alone and forever.

Goodbye, Signor Salvato.

If fighting continued, one of us

would have had good cause to be sorry.

The one still standing, I think.

Francesca Bruni.

- I want my money!

- Next week, without fail.

- You said that last week!

- I was a week early.

- Go to hell.

- I'll see you there. Thank you so much.

Honestly. Why, the nerve!

Can you believe this man?

I mean

does he know who we are?

He should be honored

to be owed money by the likes of us.

- Lupo.

- What?

I've made a terrible mistake.

- You have?

- Yes.

I have to find her.

Master, I'm a little confused.

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