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hwp"We danced our youth
in a dreamed-of city
Venice
Paradise proud and pretty
We lived for love and lust and beauty
Pleasure then our only duty
Floating then twixt heaven and earth
And drunk on plentys blessed mirth
We thought ourselves eternal then
Our glory sealed by Gods own pen
But paradise we found is always frail
Against mans fear will always fail. "
Is anything wrong, Mama?
Nothing at all.
I feel faint.
I feel faint.
I feel faint.
What are you doing?
Come on, Beatrice.
Quick!
Slow down!
Veronica!
Look!
Hello!
Your brother!
Hello, Venice!
What if he sees us?
Hes looking at them, not us.
Hello, Venice!
Did you get my letters?
No? Im not talking to you anyway.
You broke my heart.
Come on!
Come on!
All this for me?
Oh Olivia
Oh glorious maid
Of virtue spare
With bosoms like those who could care?
My rod...
...my lady, a hand.
- Come.
- Hardly.
Its Venus, come to bless the Venetians!
You smell like a sewer.
Thank you. Thats a fine welcome,
little sister. Look at you.
You might make a wife after all.
- Did you see him?
- Who?
Is he handsome?
- Hes powerful.
- He is.
Welcome home, Marco.
I think Ive missed you.
With all the court ladies to amuse you?
Roman women, they cant hold a candle
to the Venetian.
Nor can French, Florentine
nor any from Europe to the Levant.
No doubt youve sampled them all.
All but idle amusement
until you blossomed.
What keeps a son
from greeting his own parents?
Beauty, I think.
Youre drenched. Come on,
youll catch your death.
I thought you were going
to miss dinner again.
Ladies have better things to do
than poison their minds with books.
Such as?
Such as minding their manners.
The butcher said he must be paid.
Sera, do you know when you sail?
Next week.
Wish I could sail the high seas.
Veronica, high seas, indeed.
Shell never find a husband
if she carries on like a child.
How do people marry, Mother?
They strike a bargain.
Whats to bargain over
if youre in love?
Marriage is a contract,
not a perpetual tryst.
Have you got someone in mind?
- Love poetry?
- Give it back!
"Lifes harshness all forgave
Hearts yearning met
When God...
...your soul did..."
Must be true love.
Id have made a dashing courtier.
Or maybe a pirate!
Disengage.
And again, back.
Back, extend and lunge.
Nor in hope
The world can show a fatal...
... love for me
But since that I must...
I really love you
Please wont you love me
And where might you be going?
Nowhere.
That nowhere has a nice tenor.
Veronica is on the canal
with Marco Venier. Alone.
Mother Franco!
Elena, dont call me that.
Makes me feel ancient.
Young ladies of marriageable age
must be chaperoned.
A good marriage for Veronica
could win me a proper commission.
I always liked Marco.
He wont marry her
if hes had her.
Marry her? A bride of Marcos
will need a kings ransom.
"I see my fated stars
Your eyes...
They melt me as the sun does snow"
I bought this in Rome for you.
You didnt buy it for me.
Yes, I did.
I just didnt know it.
Such an easy gift might easily
be taken back again.
Then name me any other gift.
The book will do for now.
I think perhaps youre too young...
...to accept what I would...
...truly give you.
I am not so young
as you are vain.
You havent changed, have you?
How would you know?
I fear you mistake me for
one of your easy court companions.
I mistook the asking in your eyes.
Do you not like my kiss?
I wish it were not a sin
to have liked it so.
God made sin...
...that we might know His mercy.
I find myself within his eyes
I long for more of myself to know
He hears, it seems, my silent cries
And makes my heart my reasons foe
How can this be, to love so quickly?
"Love does not wait," is his reply
What magic weaves
his touch to trick me?
How can I now my love deny?
For my bride...
...a little wedding trinket.
Lorenzo Gritti and his fair bride
Your union gives us greatest pride
Good health, great wealth
and lasting line
- How could they?
- How could who what?
Your parents marry your sister off
to that piece of decaying flesh.
That piece of decaying flesh is a cousin
of the doge, confidant of the pope.
- The Roman court adores him.
- They dont have to sleep with him.
Youd be surprised.
Save your blushes. They dont sit well
with the bluntness of your tongue.
Surely they could have traded down
a few ducats for an ounce of virility.
- Why?
- For your sisters sake.
Shes a prude.
Then it would hardly have been
more cruel marrying her to God.
God isnt as rich as Lorenzo Gritti.
Do honor to the houses
of Gritti and Venier.
For Venice.
Ive seen how you look at her,
how she looks at you. I know that look.
Do not underestimate
loves allure, Marco.
Enjoy it...
...but guard your head and your heart.
You cannot marry her.
I know.
Pietro, come.
I wish that were our bridal chamber.
You think me terribly wicked
for saying that?
You know we cant marry.
I know only what you tell me.
I must marry...
...according to my station
and my familys wealth.
Then why are you here?
Because I could not stay away.
Then dont.
My marriage must be a marriage
