The Duke:
[
Renata is crying] Are you crying for your mama? Come, I'll console you! Come here to me!
The President:
[
singing] Come, little darling to your good daddy / He'll sing you a lullaby
The Duke:
Heavens, what an opportunity you offer me. Sra Maggi's tale must be acted upon at once.
Female Victim:
Sir, Sir. Pity. Respect my grief. I'm suffering so, at my mother's fate. She died for me and I'll never see her again.
The Duke:
Undress her.
Female Victim:
Kill me! At least God, whom I implore, will pity me. Kill me, but don't dishonor me.
The Duke:
This whining's the most exciting thing I've ever heard.
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