"You are not as Gian Maria.

You were not fat and ugly, stupid and cruel, as is he." It was an appeal that might have won its way to a man's heart through the ever-ready channel of his vanity.

But it did not so with Guidobaldo.
He only shook his head.
"The matter is not one that I will argue.

It were unworthy in us both.
Princes, my child, are not as ordinary folk." "In what are they different ?" she flashed back at him.

"Do they not hunger and thirst as ordinary folk?
Are they not subject to the same ills; do they not experience the same joys?
Are they not born, and do they not die, just as ordinary folk?
In what, then, lies this difference that forbids them to mate as ordinary folk ?" Guidobaldo tossed his arms to Heaven, his eyes full of a consternation that clearly defied utterance.