to see you two together, otherwise they will all have the desire to get married, like her, hey, dorothea you, your grace, but you love marcelo, because it’s true. i could live perfectly well without marcel, according to her, you are losing your mind because of her, it’s not a pity to lose him, but just believe your grace, although marcelo is worth the most refined and tender feelings, i don’t love her one bit, and don’t you didn't make any speeches words that are capable of dimming someone other than her will do little to dispel the darkness. tell me what you said, how men confess their tender passion to women, how anyone who adores sighs, embellishing one dubious truth with a hundred enemies, so, but in what terms? signora, your cruel onslaught confuses me, these eyes, i said, stream a radiance in which is my only light, and the precious corals and pearls of these heavenly lips, heavenly, and not otherwise, all this is the alphabet, senora, for those who love and wishes, i... which happens often, but i don’t want her at all to defame you, otherwise i could tell such a story, so, let’s l