Oh, Rosa, were it not for my age (whistles) and not for my illness (whistles), I would be the first to ask your hand. ROSA. CONTENTS Laughing haughtily. Better illness than death. DAVID. You are a very gay man, Nullius. ANATHEMA. CONTENTS Whistling. The absence of wealth and, then, a clear conscience, David, a clear conscience. I have nothing to do, so I walk arm in arm with Rosa. You spoke of death, Rosa? ROSA. Yes. ANATHEMA. CONTENTS Stopping. You are indeed beautiful, Rosa. CONTENTS Thoughtfully. And what if.... If.... But no; duty above all. Listen to me, Rosa: don't give yourself away to any one less than a prince, even though the prince of darkness.
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