FRA. Oh, peace, Carlotta! You bear too sharp a weapon against the world,-- A split tongue full of poison, in a head That darts at every heel!--I'm going in. [Exit Francesca.] LAU. You should not say such things when she is with us, Carlotto. CAR. Is the woman in love? LAU. In love! She is so far gone she does not know which way To sail,--all shores are equally out of sight. [Exeunt Laura and Carlotta.] [Music off stage. Enter Fidelio, singing.] FID. "What was I doing when the moon stood above? What did I do? What did I do? I lied to a lady that had given me her love,-- I swore to be true! I swore to be true!" [He picks up from the grass a white scarf which Beatrice was wearing, and which slipped from her shoulders unnoticed as she went out.] FID. My mistress! [He thrusts the scarf under his cloak and continues his song, just as Guido enters from another direction.] FID. "And what was I doing when the sun stood above? What did I do? What did I do?--" GUI. By my sacred word, Fidelio, I do not like your song. FID. Faith, and small wonder!--It is a song that sets the evil eye To staring in upon itself. GUI. [Stopping in his walk.] What mean you by that, my throaty friend? FID. I mean to say That, taking it all in all and by and large, You do not care for music. GUI. I do not care For yours, but it is possible Apollo Had a better tenor. I never heard him sing. FID. Nay, and how could you?--He died when you were born! GUI. He died, that is, in giving birth to me? FID. Aye, if you like,--you bear as much resemblance To him as to your mother's husband, surely. GUI. Take care, Fidelio! FID. [Lightly] So! Then it angers you Apollo should be deemed your sire! I told you [Sadly.] You did not care for music! GUI. You are a sly fool, My merry friend. What hide you under the cloak? FID. Why, 'tis a little patch of snow the sun Would lay too hot a hand on. GUI. By my life,-- And what are you that you can keep the sun From shining where it will? FID. Why, by your life,-- And a foul oath it is!--why, by your life, I am a cloud,--that is an easy riddle. Scene 2 [Scene: A garden with a fountain, at Fiori. Beatrice and Bianca sitting side by side on a low step. Evening.] BEA. How beautiful it is to sit like this, Snow-White,--to think of much, and to say little. BIA. Ay, it is beautiful. I shall remember All my life long these evenings that we spent Sitting just here, thinking together. [Pause.] Rose-Red, It is four years today since first we met. Did you know that? BEA. Nay, is it? BIA. Four years today. I liked you from the moment that I saw you, Beatrice! BEA. I you, Bianca. From the very moment! I thought you were the prettiest little girl That I had ever seen.