mai rimaner d’amarti deiphira mia.
Philarco. Mal sisa quel che si puo se
non si prova. Pallimacro. Aime philar-
co mio ame intervienne come chi non
porta inpiecto ficto el ferro onde cum esso
vive morendo indolore, ne dubita che su-
bito senza esso chaderebe in morte; te
deiphira mia porto io dentro al mio
pecto teco dienocte fra me miragiono te
sola vego negliochi et fronte di qualun-
che altra bella, tu una guidime et mia
vita, tu deiphira mi consummi a morte
senza te ne voglio ne posso vivere.
Philarco. Serebe14 obstinato il male
suo viene da furore esogliono i prudenti

never keep myself from loving you, my Deiphira. Philarco. But you will never know what you can do if you do not try. Pallimacro. Ah, my Philarco, I am like a man with a blade buried in his chest, so that he lives with it while at the same time dying in pain, sure that he will fall dead without it. My Deiphira, I carry you in my heart and I speak with you there, day and night. In the eyes and face of any other beauty, I see only you; you alone guide me and my life; you consume me unto death; I do not wish to nor can I live without you. Philarco. That would be stubborn; her malice comes from rage. The prudent are accustomed to remember,