SIMONE.

What! is there life yet in those lying lips? Die like a dog with lolling tongue! Die! Die! And the dumb river shall receive your corse, And wash it all unheeded to the sea.

GUIDO.

Lord Christ, receive my wretched soul to-night!

SIMONE.

Amen to that. Now for the other.

(He dies. SIMONE rises and looks at BIANCA. She comes toward him as

one dazed with wonder, and with outstretched arms.)

BIANCA.

Why

Did you not tell me you were so strong?

SIMONE.

Why

Did you not tell me you were beautiful?

(He kisses her on the mouth.)

CURTAIN.