C.Tenheim: Enjoining the evening?
Scoria: Count Tenheim. I Presume?
C.Tenheim: At your service my lord...?
Scoria: You may call me Scoria. I' ve been watching you dance with young baroness prudence, such
C. Tenheim: Yes, unfortunately her loveliness is owned by someone rude enough not to even appear
with her. even in such pleasant masquerades as tonight.
Scoria: Well some do not simply have the proper out brining to attend this kind of pleasures
C.Tenheim: Apparently so, lord Scoria. it may be the spanish way to raise sails and let the beauty
Scoria: Look at her amongst all this joy, mourning and sighing. wouldn't you like to set those sad
longing eyes aflame again? to have her and afterwards kiss that swanlike neck goodnight?
C.Tenheim: I...I Beg your pardon, my lord
Scoria: Do not insult me with petty morality, dear count. I know exactly how desperately you thirst
after her. With how much anguish you envy that halfbreed Antracon for owning her loyalty.
C.Tenheim: If only I could open her eyes from that blindness.
Scoria: I think we have a way to remedy that.
C.Tenheim: Dear sir. are you suggesting that i would do the dirty deed of yours... of god only
knows what intentions?
Scoria: My intentions. Are merely of setting her free of that endless longing. I'm not asking you
to do anything, but to follow your own desires. Few words from a loyal servant of your's will do.
C.Tenheim: Few words. From my servant?
Scoria: Just a word placed in the ear of Antracon's crew. He's ship, providence, is due to
southampton within few weeks. When it arrives we can perhaps put one of your servants on the
payroll all we need is few words, like count Tenheim has...