too late, signor lelio. what's done is done. - beatrice is to be my wife. - i will confound hell itself. i will convulse the entire universe. but why? because i am frantic with despair for love of beatrice. there could be a remedy. such as what? marriage with the signorina rosaura, 15,000 ducats dowry and another 15,000 on the doctor's death. 30,000 ducats dowry? and the girl, do you not find her pleasing? ah, who wouldn't find her pleasing? 30,000 ducats reveal a most rare beauty. then we need say no more. it will be arranged. beatrice will be mine and rosaura... flaminia. ...flaminia will be signor lelio's. zanetto not dead? oh, i love the signorina rosaura. i cannot go on. [makes sounds] and so, everyone is happy. i cannot be, while overcome with grief that i should have betrayed our friendship. you should indeed feel ashamed. yet i am sorry for you. you acted so through love and i shall be happy to have you as a friend again. and i swear it in the future, you will always find me your most faithful friend