"And on your knees beg Heaven's grace to help you to see your duty, since no words of mine prevail." "Oh, that the Duchess were returned from Mantua," she sighed.

"The good Monna Elizabetta might melt you to some pity." "Monna Elizabetta is too dutiful herself to do aught but urge you to dutifulness.

There, child," he added, in a more wheedling tone, "set aside this disobedient mood, which is unlike you and becomes you ill.
You shall be wed with a splendour and magnificence that will set every princess in Italy green with envy.

Your dowry is set at fifty thousand ducats, and Giuliano della Rovere shall pronounce the benediction.
Already I have sent orders to Ferrara, to the incomparable Anichino, for the majestate girdle; I will send to Venice for gold leaf and----" "But do you not heed me that I will not wed ?" she broke in with passionate calm, her face white, her bosom heaving.
He rose, leaning heavily upon a gold-headed cane, and looked at her a moment without speaking, his brows contracted.

Then: "Your betrothal to Gian Maria is proclaimed," he announced in a voice cold with finality.