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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: BIANCA CAPELLO Act The First Scene I. A. room in the Apartment of Bonaventuri in the Cctsa Salviati in Venice. BONAVENT0RI. SENNUCCIO. Senn. Capello's daughter ? Thou art doubly mad! Bonav. All passion is but madness. Why not mine? Senn. All passion is not madness not as thine. Thou art in impulse, act, and object mad. To love the flower of all Venetian maids, That was not sane: why ! art thou not, as I, But Salviati's servant, and low-born? Bonav. What has ? Senn. To dare to make thy passion known, That was still madder. Bonav. Could I will it else ? Senn. But to seek What dost thou seek in fine ? Bonav. Nothing. Wilt hear me speak ? Thou art no more Luke my companion, friendly although rough, And counseling like an elder brother; thou Speak'st without pity, hast no sympathy, Though 't was for that, and through the show of that Alone, I utter'd what no human ear Should otherwise have learn'd. Thou did'st seduce me By thy great urgence and thy tone of love To throw myself upon thy offer'd breast, And then brok'st from me, with a shout and laugh. Senn. A shout, Pietro1, if thou so must phrase it, For I was sore amaz'd; but not a laugh. Bonav. Yes, with a laugh. For what is it but scorn, That makes thee treat my passion as insane ? I look'd for sober counsel, for reproof; But yet for pity, not for mockery. Senn. No. Nor hadst it. Canst thou not allowance make For my surprise ? It seem'd so strange a thing, When I beheld thee pining and cast down, Thy sparkling eyes grown heavy like a girl's Sick of her maidhood, and thy jocund laugh, That had at times contagion even for me, Turn'd to a melancholy vacant smile, As if thy soul were in the topmost clouds, And oft in answer to my happiest speech Heard thy inapplicable words, or m...