Delicate Crime Page #3

in the middle of the night.

Tumultuously,

with thy servants...

to break down the doors

of my chamber.

What cause, sir?

Am I but an insignificant woman,

a base and despicable creature...

not worthy even that thou shouldst

remember that thy suspicion...

discredits me the minds

of thy lackeys?

- Good Duke...

- Where is he?

Thou madest light thy park...

sentest thy fighting men,

stirrest up the whole palace.

For what cause, sir?

I am a woman, and thou mightest

give me death without causing...

a shameful scandal, without

crushing me 'neath all thy might.

Thou camest encircled by a

vile band of mercenaries...

whom thou needest, but beckon

and they will spit in my face...

for I am a woman and frail,

and thou art a man and feared.

- Is that being noble?

- Where is he?

Where is he indeed!

He's here, sir!

Here in my bed.

They are thy children!

Let they be a testament

to my innocence.

A ribbon!

Oh, Lord!

- Thou shall die!

- Sir Jaime, hear me patiently!

I shall make plain this awful chance

that seems to point to my guilt.

Thou art well disguised

and brave...

to look an outraged man in the

eye and fall not the ground...

on thy hands and knees,

begging forgiveness for thy crime...

and mercy for that which

thou oughtst pay!

A villain who finds in his bed an

adulterous couple, a pair of vipers...

might he smash them with impunity

and yet I nothing do?

Thou canst kill me, sir!

Yet thou wilst regret it,

and thy repentance wilt be late.

Thou wilst know my innocence and

thy remorse wilt ne'er leave thee.

Justify thyself

before all of mine house?

Let it not be said of me that

I wouldst kill an innocent woman.

I can read my condemnation

in thine eyes.

I can see that thou

wilst not pardon me.

And not a heavenly miracle

can show thee mine innocence.

My life has e'er been a stumbling

block for thy designs.

Thou hidest thy conviction so

as more readily rid thyself of me.

I know and see it!

So, if thou wishest to slay me,

good Duke...

if that is thy purpose,

as I do believe...

then kilest me thine own self,

barbarically id thou wishest it.

Let then my name be stained

with infamy's blemish...

yet humiliate me not in the

presence of thy servants.

My name in thine own, sir duke.

Thou canst not remove it.

Yes, m'lady!

I did bind mine name to thine own...

and t 'was thou who undertookst

the labour of mine infamy.

Thou spokest well I might kill ye both,

make martyrs of ye...

trample ye underfoot.

Nothing could for me be simpler.

Yet such vengeance, while it might

perchance satisfy a villain...

would please me not.

Were I sure that this furnace

of hate which devours me...

would not consume me whole

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