And in the evening what she has left of them
She gives to me! You should love simply, Guido,
As I do. [Exit Giovanni.]

[Guido sits on the bench and drops his head in hand.
Enter Francesca.]

FRA. [Softly.] Guido! Guido!

GUI. Who calls me?

FRA. Guido!

GUI. Francesca! Why do you follow me here?
You know I do not wish to see you!

FRA. Do not be angry.
'Tis half a week since you have spoken to me,
And over a week since you have so much as laid
Your hand upon my arm! And do you think,
Loving you as I do, I can do without you,
Forever, Guido, and make no sign at all?
I know you said you did not wish to see me
Ever again,--but it was only a quarrel--
And we have quarreled before!

GUI. It was not a quarrel.
I am tired of you, Francesca. You are too soft.
You weep too much.