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on account of this love, well, it...
it amazes me.
Truly.
And I am grateful to him.
As am I. - But I must ask
one favour of you: stay here.
Stay here until you are fully cured.
But, why...
Your kinsfolk believe you to be dead,
no one in your house expects you.
There.
I don't understand.
Because I wish to make a precious
gift to your husband.
A gift of you...
No, I shall not come closer.
I shall propose a formal ceremony,
here outside my house.
I will invite your friends
and mine, from Florence.
They seem strong,
but are in fact very fragile.
These?
- Yes.
And this one is a wild pine.
Which do you prefer?
- Peaches.
Let's try this game, too.
Go ahead.
Well done!
Leave us.
Friend, you have honored my ceremony...
and now I intend to honour you.
I shall show you he most precious
person I have in the entire world.
But first you must help me
Here it is.
A gentleman has in his house
a good and most loyal servant...
who suddenly falls seriously ill.
The gentlemen, without waiting for the end,
abandons him in the middle of the street.
A stranger, moved to compassion, takes
him home and restores him to health.
Now, if the first gentleman
wishes to take the servant back...
and the second refuses this request...
who do you think is in the right?
My fellow guests have given me the
job of recounting a response...
because according to them,
and you are mistaken, my friend...
I am best suited to such discussion.
It's Nicoluccio!
I will never have the courage
to go out there.
All of us are in agreement.
The first gentleman, who abandoned his
sick servant in the middle of the road...
is in the wrong.
For the charity shown, the servant
must stay with the second gentleman.
Good, then the time has come for
me to fulfill my promise.
Friends, this is the woman
See for yourselves
if I have good cause.
It's the dead, it's the dead!
It's Catalina!
Friends, wait! - It's Catalina!
- Wait, allow me to explain.
This lady is the loyal servant to whom
I was referring before.
It is Catalina, yes.
I found her and saved her from death.
Now she is mine, and no one
can take her away from me.
But she must decide.
You've come from hell.
No...
I've come from paradise.
There.
Well done! - Yes!
- Such a wonderful story!
That was nice, but I don't
want to be like Catalina...
Look me in the eyes and listen.
If I go before you...
If I go before you, do not come near
my body, do not touch my cold breast.
Cover me with a nice white sheet,
linen would be better, and farewell.
You, my love, must flee. Seek a place
far from everyone, and think only of me.
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