1:16:01
To kill me?
1:16:02
For certain blows, they guess
milady loves you.
1:16:05
But I have the remedy.
1:16:07
If I'd the wit to bring to you
a noble father...
1:16:10
...so you'd be equal
to the countess...
1:16:13
...wouldn't that resolve it?
1:16:15
No doubt.
1:16:17
Count Ludovico's
an old man now...
1:16:19
...but 20 years ago
he sent a son...
1:16:21
...same name as yours,
to Malta.
1:16:24
This son was captured, though,
by Moorish pirates...
1:16:27
...and never heard of since.
1:16:30
So he must be your father,
you his son...
1:16:33
...and I'll arrange it all.
1:16:35
Tristán, your ingenuity...
1:16:37
...may cost up both
our honour and our lives.
1:16:40
They will be your prize.
1:16:42
Goodbye.
1:16:44
I guarantee by noon tomorrow
Diana will be yours.
1:17:06
Have you recovered from
your melancholia?
1:17:10
I take delight in it,
savour my sorrow.
1:17:13
I seek no recovery
from this sadness...
1:17:15
...pine only at
the prospect of a cure.
1:17:18
Happy is he whose suffferings
are so sweet.
1:17:20
He sees death near
and welcomes his destruction.
1:17:24
I have only one regret.
1:17:26
I find I must remove my sorrow
from its source.
1:17:29
Remove?
1:17:31
But why?
1:17:32
They mean to kill me.
1:17:36
No doubt they do.
1:17:54
They're envious of that joy
which now is anguish.
1:17:58
And so I ask your leave
to leave for Spain.