Fiorile AKA Wild Flower Page #5

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- The one with the black threads.

Shag her, my son.

Shag her, at least for this night.

Alessandro! What's the matter?

How come you are here?

What about you?

Are you worried?

Just relax. Everything will be fine.

Yes.

I hope it will all be all right.

For everyone.

It will be fine.

The one of you

Dressed in green

May she set her little sparrow

Free from the birdcage

To let her freely sing

Opening the small gate wide

May she then let her meet

The little bird

That hops as lost in the snow

So that she may tenderly warm him

Leading him straight

Toward the spring water

Leading him straight

Toward the spring water

What a cheeky young man.

- They are coming to arrest us.

- What are you talking about?

Shut up. Just shut up.

We haven't done anything.

That's all humbug,

the things they say.

Plus, it's all stories

that go back 100 years.

Calm down, calm down.

I apologize.

My little brother was overcome

by emotion, as you just saw.

We received a message from Rome.

It's from the Minister

Grand Chevalier Morziani.

It's a well-wishing message.

I cut a sorry figure.

"I have learned with rejoicing spirit

about your intention

to run for the Parliament

of the Kingdom.

Our beloved Tuscany needs

to be represented by men like you,

new, enterprising men,

who intend to devote their energies

in the service of the country.

I'll see you soon in Rome."

- To Rome!

- To Rome!

To Rome!

To Rome.

To Rome.

To Rome.

To Rome. To Rome.

To Rome.

I promised you a Medicean dinner.

Now, as Lorenzo, as the Medici did,

tonight I will eat without cutlery.

With my hands.

And I invite you all to do the same.

Wait!

Come on, there's no time, Elisa!

Easy now.

- How long before your family leaves?

- Less than three hours left.

Give me a hand.

- I liked the Medici's verse.

- Nice, wasn't it?

But it wasn't Lorenzo's verse.

I made it up.

- As soon as I saw you walk in.

- Really?

How did your verse go?

May she set her little sparrow

Free from the birdcage

To let her freely sing

The little sparrow

wants to freely sing.

May she then let her meet

the little bird

so that she may warm him tenderly.

You see?

He's trying to remind me.

I have to go, Elisa.

You don't want me to become cruel

because of love, do you?

No, no.

But come back early

tomorrow morning, Elio.

I am like your dog.

I can't live away from you.

- Come on, hurry up! Come on!

- Is this the time to show up?

Don't you know that tomorrow

we have to be in Genova?

There was the party.

It's not my fault.

Be ready in a minute.

There's no time.

Get ready? For what?

- You are coming with us.

- Me?

- It's Master Alessandro's decision.

- Aren't you happy?

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