Character: Luigi Gildi

- You have lost a relative, though respected, but annoying, and does not look like yourself, and I ... I was half dead with Polyxene, I was left with only the sea and duty. Try to understand it at least now! <... >
- Well, Your Highness, <... > you compared... Uncle Veselli, with whom we nibbled on each other for twenty years, and it is unknown what.
- Rothger, I respect your loss...
- You don't respect it, otherwise you wouldn't be carrying nonsense. Pour, my hands are busy.
- Love is not nonsense!
- Only you, unlike your uncle, did not like a cat. And he didn't like the cat either. You don't know how your love sneezes, how it snores in a dream, how it laughs. She never slapped you, told you to put on a warm bell, sat down as you charted a course to hear her new ribbon coming... You are speculative, and therefore your suffering is smoke.