Warner Brothers 1998
Marco: I see my faded stars your eyes, they melt me as
the sun does snow. I bought this in Rome - for you.
Veronica: You didn't buy it for me.
Marco: Yes, I did, I just didn't know it.
Veronica: Such a gift might be easily taken back again.
Marco: Then name me any other gift.
Veronica: The book will do for now.
Marco: I think you're perhaps too young to accept what I would truly give you.
Veronica: I'm not so young as you are vain!
Marco: Do you not like my kiss?
Veronica: I wish it were not a sin to have liked it so.
Marco: God made sin that we might know his mercy.
Marco: You know we can't marry.
Veronica: I know only what you tell me.
Marco: I must marry according to my station and my family's will....
Veronica: How romantic!
Marco: Marriage isn't romantic, that's why God invented poetry.
Veronica: To sweeten men's lying lips!
Marco: If I were I liar would aI tell you this now!?
Veronica: If you cared for me you could not tell me this ever!
Marco: But I want you!
Veronica: Not enough!!
Marco: (Drunkenly) Veronica! Veronica! Veronica, my little poetesse.
Youre the brightest star in the Venetian firnment - the coldest
and yet the brightest. Veronica - my uncle tells me I have the feigned
indifference of a man --------------- about to be married. Im getting married
Veronica congratulate me.
Veronica: Felicitations on your grand match!
Marco: Ah - Generously put -
Veronica: Do you love her?
Marco: Do I have to?
Marco: Stay with me, for as long as we have.
Veronica: I'll be your private whore.
Marco: Don't ever say that! You're Veronica Franco, you're a poet and you're