All language subtitles for The Affairs of Cellini 1934

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Lu�s Filipe Bernardes

Paolo Girardi, of Salerno.

Ruggero Uriaro, of Arezzo,

Battista Cara, of Elba,

Juno Costa, of Florence.

Carlo Canali, of Cervia,

Antonio Moderno, of Mantua,

Gino Presta, of Florence,

Arturo Fantoni, of Padua,

Giacomo Chieso of Luca,
Juno Costa, of Florence,

Carlo Canali, of Cervia,

Antonio Moderno, of Mantua,

Giorgio Fregosi, of Vernio,

Carlo Canali, of Cervia,

Um, bring me the list.

There's not enough rope in all Florence
to dispose of these villains.

We'll declare a holiday and hang
them in the piazza.

Bronzio... Bronzio...

Is that the Borgian whelp?

Hmm... we cannot hang a Borgia.

- There are other means.
- Yes, so there are, Polverino.

We'll put hot eggs under his armpits

We'll soak his feet in salt water
and allow the goats to lick them,

after which his ears will be severed.

If he survives our hospitality,

there are other pleasures with which
we can regale him.

You have our permission
to withdraw.

There, Ottaviano, are some necks
for you to play with.

- The Council is dismissed.
- There are other matters, Your Excellency.

- What other matters?
- The case of Benvenuto Cellini.

What, Cellini again?
What's he done now?

Another murder, Your Excellency.

- Who is it this time?
- A nobleman.

- In Venice.
- Venice?

Why does he have to kill Venetians,
haven't we got enough people right here?

This time he must be punished.

There's only one punishment for him,
Your Excellency,

Don't taunt me, I know what I'm doing.

Just because you happen to have
a personal grievance against the man.

Oh, this isn't a personal matter,
Your Excellency.

Oh, I know, because he's been clever enough
to outwit you at times, you, you, you...

Yes... why doesn't he tend to
his own business?

After all, there's no artist like him.

Why does he have to go around
murdering people?

There's only one punishment
for him, Your Excellency.

There you go again! Am I the Duke of
Florence or am I not the Duke of Florence?

Are you the Duke of Florence,
or is Cellini the Duke of Florence?

Who is the Duke of Florence,
I'd like to know.

Her Excellency, the Duchess of Florence.

Her Excellency, the Duchess of Florence.

Her Excellency, the Duchess of Florence.

We've been discussing grave
matters of state, milady.

Mine too is a grave matter
of state, milord.

Where are the golden service plates?

The golden service plates...
I don't know, I...

- Perhaps, Your Excellency, I can suggest...
- You can suggest nothing.

What, what plates, my dear?

The Duchess of Milan arrives
on Monday.

For that occasion I've ordered
golden service plates.

Well, if milady entrusted Cellini
with the commission,

heaven knows if they'll ever
be finished.

- Cellini?
- What, Cellini again?

Am I never to be rid of
this scoundrel?

I... this is no time to discuss
such matters, my dear.

This is just the time to discuss it, milord.

Are we to be forced to eat from
troughs like pigs...

...because some goldsmith
neglects his duties?

- You should have forced him to...
- I should have?

- Certainly you should have forced him.
- What am I, just an old...

Oh... this is very upsetting.

Gentlemen, the Council is dismissed.

We'll..., I... well, it's dismissed.

You should have forced him to work,
even at the point of a sword.

Must everything be left to me?

Am I responsible because Cellini
neglects his duties?

Because he runs around
murdering people?

There were certain activities
of Cellini in Venice...

...more grievous than murder.

More grievous than murder?
What could be more grievous than murder?

At this very moment, an emissary from
the doge Francesco Frascare awaits you.

An emissary... await... I mean...
You mean waiting?

- What for?
- To demand of Your Excellency an apology.

An apology? Why, I...

Oh, yes, of course,
for the murder of that Venetian.

No, no, another reason.

Shall I have him brought in?

Well, yes... I suppose so.

Cavalier Baldini,

emissary of His Highness Doge
Francesco Frascari of Venice.

We bid you welcome, Cavalier Baldini.

- The, um...
- This lady, Your Excellency,

...is the youngest daughter
of the royal house of Bocci.

I would that I might spare
the mention of her name.

Ah... the royal house of... yes...

Um...

I think, milady, you'd better go.

I choose to remain.

Uh? Oh, yes...
Milady chooses to remain.

But you can go!
There's no sense in your stay...

Well, what is it?

Must I speak, Your Excellency?

Why, yes... naturally.

Otherwise, how should we ever...
I mean, if someone's been insulted...

We, um... yes, what is it?

Come, come, my child,
you must not be frightened.

I was seated in the garden
of my father's palace.

The moon was high.

The perfume of flowers filled the air.

I sat there dreaming of my prince.

Oh... someone you know?

Just my prince. All girls dream
of a prince, you know.

Oh, is that so?
I never knew that.

- It's quite customary with young girls.
- Oh, yes, so it is.

- Proceed.
- All of a sudden he appeared.

Like a wraith in the moonlight.

- He, who?
- This monster Cellini.

Don't interrupt!

- He appeared from where?
- Over the garden wall.

I think he was being pursued.

- You should have screamed for help.
- I tried to scream.

But my voice failed me.

I tried to flee.
I was paralyzed to move.

His eyes, they held me.

I was as one hypnotized.

- He... he hypnotized you?
- What did he then do?

- He read to me.
- Read to you?

He hypnotyzed you and then he
read to you?

- Well, this all sounds very silly to me.
- Alesandro.

Your Excellency must hear further.

Very well, he read to you.

From a book, I suppose.

A small book, a gold it was,
encrusted with jewels.

Yes, never mind about the book.
What did he read?

A poem,

with words such as only Venus and Adonis
might have spoken on their bridal night.

Drop those luscious lips to mine,

those bright, those coral lips of thine.

Give me soft, a velvet kiss.

The cadence of his voice wove
about me a magic spell.

I must have swooned.

I don't know.

I don't care!
You forced me to come here!

I've told my story, so boo!

It's my affair. He can come over
my garden wall all he wants to.

Your Excellency, this is...
this is very unexpected.

I... I must apologize for this intrusion.

Oh, no, it's quite all right,
it's no bother.

Am I to understand that this ugly,
squat little goldsmith...

...holds such fascination for women?

Oh, he's not ugly.

I'm afraid milady mistakes Cellini
for his apprentice.

His apprentice? I have been dealing
with his apprentice?

How dare he!

It's Cellini's boast that
he ignores all ethics and law.

Yes, he runs around hypnotizing people.

That's a terrible thing to do.

How can any woman be safe
with such a creature around?

He's carrying things a little too far.
I mean, he must be punished.

I'm afraid perhaps we'll have
to hang him.

- Then milord agrees to his execution?
- Yes, I'm afraid so.

We must.

It's too bad, he does make
such pretty things.

Wait a minute, milord.

Perhaps it would be better to temper
justice with wisdom.

- But, milady...
- I am thinking of the golden plates.

Are we to be outshone by the
Duchess of Milan?

After all, he's murdered no one
of great importance.

Oh, I know, but that's not the point.
I mean...

he might suddenly make up his
mind and... how can you tell?

- I agree with milord.
- You're always agreeing! Why don't you...

We must handle this matter with
great shrewdness, Alessandro.

First he shall complete the plates,
then we shall hang him.

The finish of his handiwork will mark
the beginning of his doom.

Yes, neatly said!

The... the finish of his...
shall begin the doom.

That's very good, Ottaviano.

- Yes, milord.
- Yes...

Remember, Alesandro, you have
made your decision.

Yes.

But is Your Excellency going
to allow this...

I have made my decision!

Yes... doom, doom...

The finish is the beginning of his doom.

He finishes the plates and we finish him.

- Your Excellency!
- What?

Your Excellency, I bring a message from
your nephew, the count Matheo.

- Yes, where is he?
- In bed.

With two leeches on his nose
to reduce the swelling.

Leeches? Well, go on, speak up.

Well, we were passing the Duomo
when suddenly we were set upon.

We attempted to draw...

but our assailant knocked the sword
out of Count Matheo's hand...

...and sent me sprawling into the gutter.

Then the wretch leaped upon
Count Matheo's back...

...forcing his face into the filth
of the street.

Why should he do that?

Because he claimed that Count Matheo
had once called him...

...a detestable little fly that
should be exterminated.

And he said that while the Count Matheo
was not big enough to exterminate him,

...he would give him the opportunity
of exterminating any other fly in Florence.

- And that's what happened.
- What do you mean what happened?

He actually forced the Count Matheo
to swallow two live flies.

- Oh, two!
- But you have not yet named this assailant.

Benvenuto Cellini, Your Excellency.

Oh, the assassin! How dare he lay
hands on a de Medici, my own nephew?

This is the end! I mean, plates
or no plates, Duchess or no Duchess.

I mean, we've go to...
Ottaviano, get the guard.

- Polverino, do something!
- Guards!

Where's my armor, I want my sword...
Oh, yes, here it is, never mind.

Come in.

I'm up here, you lughead!
Open up!

- Lock the door.
- What's wrong?

Hurry up or I'll shave your ears off.

Has something happened, master?

Has something happened,
isn't something always happening?

- Today it was Matheo.
- Count Matheo?

That pig Matheo. I changed his diapers.

You didn't dare touch a de Medici.

There are many de Medicis,
there is only one Cellini.

Men like myself never happen twice.

Anyway, I closed his scourless smouth
with appropriate spider food.

You must flee, master.

From spiders?

They attacked me in the streets,
two of them.

One I killed, this Matheo lied dying,

and then I hung a ruby necklace on him
that will not wear off for many a day.

- You killed him?
- I don't know, I was forced to flee.

I left my dagger sticking
in his throat.

But you're wearing your dagger.

Are you trying to make me out a liar?

- Have you finished the plates?
- Yes, master.

You botcher, you fool!

Do you never learn? These aren't even
good enough for the stupid old Duke.

Get out before I fix you a crown
that won't come off.

Angela.

Angela.

Hello.

- I guess I was sleeping.
- Of course you were.

- I've been waiting all morning.
- Have you, my Angela?

- Are we modeling today?
- Time enough for that tomorrow.

Well... then I might as well go home.

Must I see you only when I have
a chisel in my hand?

You never think that I'm a man
as well as an artist?

- Mother says not to.
- Oh, blast the old hag.

- Yes, sir.
- Say, "Yes, Benvenuto".

Yes, Benvenuto.

I've been making bobbin lace
all morning.

- You haven't looked at my bobbin lace.
- I am looking, my Angela.

- You're not looking at my bobbin work.
- Try to understand, my Angela.

There is time for bobbin work
and there is time for love.

But they never mix, my Angela.

Look at me.

Look at me!

But I am looking.

Are you stone, marble, alabaster?

What is alabaster?

Do you know that I am mad
about your hair, your eyes?

Do you know that I am jealous
that nature and not I created you?

Oh, Angela, why did you have to come
into my life at it's very end?

Is your life going to end?

Yes, tomorrow I shall be wearing
a hemp and necklace.

Tomorrow, Cellini the artist will be
kicking at the gates of Hades.

Today, Cellini the man
would have a glimpse of heaven.

- You mustn't come near me.
- Awaken, my Angela.

You go through life as if you were
in a dream in a dream.

You are like flowing gold ready
to be shaped into a woman.

- You frighten me.
- I love you like an angel.

- And I love you like a man.
- My mother has forbidden me...

Oh, drat your mother!
You must think as I think and do as I do.

Aha! Aha!

So, she must think as you think
and do as you do, huh?

Yes, and you're not going to stop it.

Get your things, we're going home.

- She's not leaving!
- She is!

- She's not!
- She is!

You're not leaving, my Angela.

The old hag agreed that you were
to stay until my work was finished.

Hag? Hag? You dare call me that
to my face?

Your face?

That thing you wear can't
possibly be your face.

May you be blasted in spinach!

I've noticed of late that you've
been growing a beard.

You really shouldn't do it,
it doesn't become you.

May you be strung by your thumb.

Let's cease these compliments
and talk business.

- Hm, you dare ask that my daughter...
- You have no daughter!

You have a property that I am willing
to buy for my model.

Didst Thou make this man who has so little
respect for the feelings of a mother...

that to put things so plainly...

- Fifty ducates.
- Fifty ducates?

- Too much.
- Fifty ducates.

- Too much!
- Forty-five.

- No!
- Forty.
- No.

- Forty or nothing.
- Thirty ducates.

- Make it thirty-five.
- Done.

Open in the name of His Excellency
the Duke of Florence!

Get in there.
I'll get rid of him in no time.

- I want my ducates.
- You'll get your ducates!

Don't worry, my little crawfish,
I'll see that you get them.

Open in the name of His Excellency
the Duke of Florence!

Open in the name of His Excellency!

Your Excellency!

My poor house is more than honored
by your presence.

Your poor house would be more than honored
by the presence of any peaceful man.

- Splendid, Your Excellency.
- What... yes!

Milord mustn't forget the
purpose of his visit.

Oh, yes...

Time after time we have pardoned your grave
crimes on condition that you keep the peace.

- With all gratitude I remember.
- You remember nothing.

You're a, a...
This morning, in broad daylight,

you dared attack and humiliate
a de Medici!

The nephew of your ruler.

Count Matheo?
What's happened to Count Matheo?

There you are, you see?
He's not only a lot of other things,

he also tells lies as well.

- Oh, yes, I remember now.
- Yes, you remember, do you?

Matheo gave me the insult.

My fault is that I... I tried to pattern
myself too much after Your Excellency.

That is, to be peaceful
when I am insulted.

The insolence!

No, no, come now, Ottaviano, you must
admit that was rather neatly said.

Milord forgets his oath to hang Cellini.

Uh? Oh... yes.

Uh... we are going to hang you.

Take him away, put him in the dungeon,
put him in chains.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.
Where are my golden service plates?

I shall never be able to finish
them now.

What, you haven't finished them?

How are we going to bank with
the Duchess of Milan without plates?

Why don't you tend to business instead
of running around killing people?

Jumping over walls frightening young girls.

Where's my chalice? Haven't you
finished that either?

It's, um, not yet worthy
of Your Excellency.

Well, why haven't you finished it?

Where do you suppose I'm going
to keep my dear cousin's ashes?

I can't... there's no...
we've got...

Oh... and who are you, my child?

- I'm Angela.
- Angela?

Um... yes, of course.

If you're going to hang him now,
Mother and I would like to leave.

Um... who is she?

It's a lily, milord, who has admired you
from afar for many a day.

In fact, she was the cause
of my quarrel with Matheo.

Knowing you to be a connoisseur
of beauty and art, I was, um...

in the very act of taking her
to the palace...

...when I was set upon by Matheo.

In fact, he would have
robbed you of her.

Yes, um... does she know who I am?

No, no, I told her you were
but one of the Court.

Oh, then it's not because I'm the Duke.

Your Excellency underestimates
his own charms.

Hm...

You remain. The rest of you may retire.
I'll settle this in my own...

Is Milord going to allow this Cellini
to pull the wool over his eyes?

Who pull wool over whose eyes?

I'm handling this myself,
now run along, get out.

Now... do you like me, Angela?

- I don't know.
- You don't know?

- She's timid.
- Oh.. of course.

You don't know who I am, do you?

Yes, Your Excellency.

There you are, you see,
she knew all the time.

If she did, it was only because
she knew that the most royal,

the most handsome, the most charming
man in all Florence must be the Duke.

Yes... you've never been to
the palace, have you, Angela?

- No, milord.
- Would you like to come some time?

No, sir... I mean, I don't think so,
Your Excellency.

Of course she would,
of course she would.

She doesn't know what she's saying,
Your Excellency.

- What's that?
- I am her mother, Your Excellency.

There must be some mistake.

She looks like a goat.

There's a marked resemblance.

- Come here.
- Me?

No, no, no, the other one.

Uh... that's far enough.

Polverino.

She... she's rather pretty, isn't she?

Yes, Milord.

She'd make a rather excellent addition
to the court, don't you think?

Yes, Milord.

The other ladies in the court
are so very ugly.

Yes, Milord.

Do you... the Duchess won't be
at the summer palace tonight, eh?

The whole court has moved
officially to the winter palace, Milord.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.
You're sure?

- Yes, milord.
- Well, that's fine.

Yes... well, you arrange everything.

Yes, Milord.

Oh, one moment.

We needn't mention this little
matter to the Duchess.

No, Milord.

Come with me.

You're not going, my Angela.

- Who says she's not going?
- I don't want to go.

Yes, you do, my little fawn.

Yes, of course you do, come along.

- But she's my model, Your Excellency.
- Well, go get another model.

Come along, come along.

Yes, there you are.

Besides, I'm going to hang you.
At least I haven't changed my mind.

And you've got work to do,
you've got to finish those plates.

We've got people coming to dinner.

I hope the food is worthy of the plate.

What's that?

I hope the plates are worthy
of the food, Your Excellency.

Yes.. I don't believe that's
what you said at all.

You, you... well, however.

Angela, my Angela!

Damned, may all the dukes in
Christendom rot in Hades.

Be careful, master, he might
come back.

I hope he does come back!

You'd better lock that door.

Welcome again, Ottaviano,
have you forgotten something?

I'm not as careless in such
matters as you are.

Do you recognize this kerchief?

Very pretty, isn't it?

It's your best kerchief, master,
where did you find it?

Ask your master where he left it.

And very pretty she is too, Ottaviano,
though a bit on the plumpy side.

You think yourself safe because
the Duke has pardoned you. Well...

I haven't!

I wouldn't be too careless
with that blade, my friend.

Whoever destroys Cellini before the plates
are finished in turn destroys himself.

You wouldn't look too handsome
swinging at the end of a rope.

I've provided against that
emergency also.

Gentlemen, it would grieve
me very deeply...

...if anything were to happen
to my friend Cellini.

It would further grieve me if any of these
beautiful works of art were to be destroyed.

Especially the model for a chalice...

...of which my friend is very fond.

Gentlemen, I leave him to your
tender mercies.

Good day.

I warn you, my friends, the arm
is strong and the steel is sharp.

Get him!

So you want to fight, do you?

I'll teach you to fight!

There's something for you!
And there!

There, you fiends, you want
to fight, do you?

I'll give you a fight!

There's something for you!

Ah, you pigs!

Ah, you rogues!

Fight, you dogs, fight!

There's something for you!

Now, fire!
Now see what you've done!

I'll warm your hide for that!

- You worm! Swine!
- You'll break my chalice, will you?

I'll give you heat!

Help! Help!

Please don't hurt me any more.

I didn't mean it!

- I wouldn't...
- Stop it, I say!

Stop in the name of the
Duchess of Florence!

Stop!

Milady!

Didn't you hear me announce myself?

I was occupied, milady.

Occupied?

Are you a goldsmith or a...
or a common brawler?

Clear this place!

I regret, milady, that my house
is not in order.

So you are Cellini?

- And this is your workshop?
- At times, milady.

Unless you are busy murdering people
other places.

A man must protect his honor.

And women, I suppose,
must protect themselves.

Milady speaks in riddles.

And all this, I suppose, is part
of your workshop?

The nature of my work, milady, requires
the necessity of a great deal of room.

Hm, so I understand,
and a great deal of territory.

Why, milady...

You see, Cellini, I'm quite well acquainted
with your reputation.

I warn you, however, don't use any
of your hypnotic glances on me.

Such a thought would never
enter my mind, milady.

Indeed, am I to understand then
that the Duchess of Florence...

...is not so attractive as these
doelike simpletons of Venice?

Milady misconstrues my words.

It is because you are my duchess
that I dare not even raise my eyes to you.

Much less my thoughts.

Bring me my purse, please.

Did you not hear me?

I am not a retriever, milady.

I command you.

Your command is law.

And what would you have done
if I had not been your duchess?

- I hesitate to answer, milady.
- I command you to answer.

Again you command... I would have
wrung your neck, milady.

Sit here.

You have strong arms with which
to wring fair ladies' necks, Cellini.

I could have those arms torn
from their sockets.

I would not thwart milady's pleasure.

I could send your handsome head
rolling into a basket.

However, that is not the purpose
of my visit.

I came here to entrust you
with a commission.

I shall promise my best, milady.

Which should be very excellent
and unusual if all I hear is true.

I wish you to make me a duplicate
of this key in gold...

...with the de Medici crest
placed here.

It is a key to the balcony door
leading to my apartments,

and it is to be in the nature of a...
surprise for the Duke.

I expect you to deliver it...
in person.

Were the Duke to see me,
I would be forced to explain.

- It would no longer be a surprise.
- The Duke will not see you.

He is to be at the palace in Florence.

This is a key to the summer palace.

I shall expect you to deliver it...
about nine.

About nine.

- Get the fires going.
- Going to work on the plates, master?

You lackwit. You can't unlock
a door with a plate.

# Chi vuol la zingarella #

# Graziosa accorta e bella? #

# Signori, eccola qua #
# Signori, eccola qua #

# Le donne sul balcone #
# So bene indovinar #

# I giovani al cantone #

Will I always hear music
when I'm a court lady?

Oh, yes indeed.

What do court ladies have to do?

Oh, they just stand around and bow.

But we'll talk about that later.

What are you doing that for?

Why, doesn't that make you
whirl and tingle?

No, it gives me goosebumps.

Well, I don't understand...
Are you always like this?

Like what, milord?

Well, um...

Oh, well, never mind.

You'll change later.

Would you like some more peacock turns?

Yes, milord.

Oh, and that reminds me, Angela,
when we're alone, don't call me milord.

I prefer that you call me Bumpy.

That's my nickname.

But only in private, mind you,
never in public. It would dethrone me.

Now, let me hear you say it,
Bumpy, like that.

In front of them?

Oh, that's all right, I had them
deafened some time ago.

Now, say it: Bumpy.

- Bumpy.
- Splendid!

You got it the first time, didn't you?

Polverino, why are you not in Florence
with the Duke?

The Duke, milady?
Oh, yes, you see, um...

The Duke, um..

Enough! Ottaviano, perhaps
you can speak intelligently.

Did you not know that we had moved
to the winter palace today?

The Duke decided against leaving
at the last minute, milady.

- Why?
- An attack of gout, milady.

Hm, there is no other reason?

Well, he only confided the gout
to me, milady.

You mustn't be afraid of me, Angela.

I'm not afraid of you.

Well, I want you to be a little
afraid of me.

Why?

Well, I don't know, it makes
me feel more...

I feel more... savage.

I mean...

- She has arrived, Your Excellency.
- She has arrived, who has arrived where?

- The Duchess.
- The Duchess?

Oh... oh...

No... yes... at the palace?

Polverino, that woman has a sixth sense.

Why can't I deceive my wife
like other men do?

Do you suppose she'd mind
my being here?

Oh, yes, I'm afraid she would.

Come, Polverino, get her out quickly.
I mean... out on the balcony.

Ah, did I surprise you, Alesandro?

Surprise? Oh, no...

I was afraid every moment that...
I mean...

I was afraid that you wouldn't get here.

I knew you were coming.

I can't keep any secrets
from you, can I?

Oh, I know, I know.

Oh, and look, supper for me.

Why didn't you let me know?

Oh, yes... well...
I was expecting you sooner.

And there's some music also.
Thoughtful Alessandro.

I thought music would be nice.

You were so hungry that you ate
both our suppers, didn't you?

Yes... I mean, no, no... um...

Polve... Ottaviano joined me
at supper.

Hm, strange.
As I entered the palace,

I saw Ottaviano on his way to the
dining hall to dine with the others.

Oh... you did?

Oh... that fellow must have a tapeworm.

Alessandro, if I thought...

You mustn't think such things,
they're very embarrassing.

I do trust you, Alessandro.
But isn't it time you were in bed?

Oh, it's not yet nine.

Yes, but I won't have a moment's rest
until I know you're safely asleep.

Oh, but I would like to stay up
a little longer.

Now, remember how you suffer
with your gout.

- Not just a little longer?
- No.

Now go straight to bed.

All right, I will.

Good night, my dear.

Sleep tight.

You may go.

So, you have come, Cellini.

Ten o'clock, all is well.

On the very second, milady.

I feared you might find obstacles
in your path too great to overcome.

Obstacles are nothing, milady.

True, I swam through rivers
of blood to reach you.

Five of Your Excellency's guards
have paid with their lives...

...and five more lie wounded.

But I would have reached
my goal, milady,

even though I crawled to your
feet but to die.

I like that speech, Cellini.

I have a surprise for you.

The Duke is here.

Here... at the palace?

- Is Cellini afraid?
- Oh, no, no, not for myself.

But I... I would not compromise
my duchess.

So...

your courage is composed
then only of words.

Oh, what you call fear, milady, is that
little part of my soul which I call honor.

Bah, that word! It's enough to turn
an honest woman's stomach.

Honor, humph.

It is merely a term used by men
to cover their quarters.

Well, it's just as well I found
you out.

The tragedy of all great ladies
is to discover that the men...

...with the most exaggerated reputations
make the poorest lovers.

That is the reason we probably
marry halfwits.

Well, you've delivered the key,

so now you may swim back through your
rivers of blood to your workshop.

You're only a goldsmith after all.

You may give me the key and go.

Give me the key.

Perhaps I should tell the Duke
you're here.

Perhaps you think I won't tell him.

What was that?

He's probably falling downstairs again.

- Did you break something?
- Shh!

Wait!

If I'm going out there again,
I'm going to have something to do.

Alessandro, open the door.

Is that your wife?

Alessandro, open the door!

You wait out on the balcony...

...till I find out what this old
dido is doing.

Alessandro!

Alessandro, open the door, I say!

Angela!

Alessandro!

Alessandro!

What are you doing over there?

What on earth is the matter
with you?

Oh... uh... where am I?

You know where you are.

I... must have been walking
in my sleep.

Well, you should be more careful.

Some night you'll fall off that
balcony and hurt yourself.

Didn't I tell you to go to bed?
I'm going to fix you a sleeping potion.

Oh, no, I'm all right.

- What are you doing here?
- What am I doing here?

I thought the Duke was mad at you.

I have come to your rescue
through rivers of blood.

Ten of the Dukes guards have paid
with their lives.

And I would have reached my goal...

...even though I had crawled
to your feet but to die.

- Really?
- Of course, my Angela.

Come, we must hurry.

- Where are we going?
- Tonight we enter paradise.

You must sleep tonight, Alessandro,
for my sake.

- I'm frightened.
- Shh!

Benvenuto.

Angela.

Angela.

Ang... tchoo!

Angetchoo...

I'm afraid the night air's
too much for me, milady.

- Hm, I'm afraid it is.
- Yes...

Angetchoo!

Angetchoo...

You'd better take care of
yourself too, milady.

I will.

Good night, milady.

Good night, milord.

Benvenuto.

Here we are, my Angela.

At the threshold of paradise.

Go, Antonio, fetch the dawn,

tell the world that love has come
to the mountaintop.

And this is paradise itself.

I didn't know I was coming
to a dirty old place like this.

It's your presence that makes it a palace.

It's got holes in the roof.

Well, what better ceiling than
the blue canopy of heaven?

Oh... those sheep smell terrible.

But those are not sheep. They are princes,
changed in form by witchcraft.

But you, my fairy queen,

will wave your magic wand
and restore them to their kingdom.

They're sheep and they
smell terrible.

Get them out of here.

Oh...

My feet hurt and...

...I wish I'd never left the Duke's palace.

- But what is a fat old duke to me?
- He's not fat.

You've traded a dukedom for a kingdom.

And I shall teach you the
language of the gods.

Here we shall reign and here
we shall love.

Here we shall reign and here
we shall love.

I shall create as I have never
created before.

Hark, the pipes of Pan.

It is almost dawn, my Angela.

Aurora in all her splendor
beckons to us.

But we cannot escape even
if we would.

my beautiful queen.

- Benvenuto...
- Yes, my love.

I'm hungry.

How can you think of food
at a time like this?

- Don't yell at me.
- I'm not yelling at you!

But I've risked my life to bring you here
and you speak of food.

Well, haven't you some little
cakes or something?

I offer you love and you
ask for cakes.

I don't know why I came here
with you anyway.

Bah!

What did I ever do to you?

You take me away from the nice palace...
with soft cushions and everything.

And you bring me to a place like this
with no cushions at all.

Bah!

I thought I was coming
to a nice place.

It was nice until I brought you here!

The Duke probably will never
want to see me again.

- And it's all your fault.
- Oh, hang the Duke!

- He'll hang you!
- Huh?

You just wait till you get back
to Florence.

I am going back to Florence!
I prefer death to a cold woman.

The place is yours!

Hear ye, hear ye!

A proclamation by His Excellency
Alessandro, Lord Duke of Florence!

This means the end of that scoundrel.

I warned him, but he wouldn't pay
any attention to me.

Ah, you numbskull!

Master!

Will you go, where will you hide?

There isn't a place in all Florence
you'll be safe.

There is one place where Cellini
will always be safe.

And Cellini has the key.

Guard.

- Where did this come from?
- I don't know.

Send for the captain.

Milady never looked so fresh
and lovely.

It is not necessary to lie to me.

Tell me,

is this new captain of the guards as charming
and as gallant as you claim him to be?

Yesterday he won all honors
at the josting matches.

You may withdraw, I wish to be alone.

And, um... you might send me this
captain of the guards.

I have a commission for him.

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

Milady!

Are you in the habit of entering ladies'
boudoirs unannounced?

Surely milady jests.

The de Medicis are not given
to jesting!

Has milady so soon forgotten last night?

Because venison pleased one's
palate last night...

...does not follow that it pleases
one today.

Today then, milady calls for roasted
captain of the guards.

Enough of this insolence!

You have made for me a key.
Give it to me and go.

- Milady is sending me to my death.
- Small loss.

Give me the key.

Cellini prefers a thousand deaths...

to the displeasure of his duchess.

Your words weary me.

Milady, I cannot leave until
you hear the truth.

- I have no interest.
- When you summoned me, milady,

I sped to you on wings of love.

And on wings of love
you as quickly sped away.

- Milady, I was forced to go.
- A likely story.

Last night as I waited on your balcony,
soldiers appeared. They saw me.

To return to your room and compromising
you, there was but one course open.

I took it.

Flinging myself upon the soldiers, I slashed
and fought my way to freedom.

Two I wounded, the rest pursued me.

I ran as a hunted beast, dodging,
doubling back on my tracks.

Until you found refuge in some
fair lady's boudoir, I have no doubt.

Can my lady believe that having
held you in my arms...

...I could even glance at
another woman?

If my desperate efforts to save my
lady's name bring me to this sorry end,

it's best I go.

The guards are waiting. As you probably
know, there is a price on your head.

It would be selfish to deprive an honest
guardsman of his just reward.

May I make one last request?

Make it and go.

If milady thirsts for Cellini's blood,

let yours be the hand that severs
my head from my body.

I believe milady requested Cellini's
head on a platter.

Your belief is well founded, Cellini.

This is not a platter, but it will suffice.

Yes, that should do very nicely.

It is fitting that my head rest
in a receptacle of my own creation.

Oh, Death, thy presence is divine.

Drop those luscious lips to mine.

Those ripe, those colored lips of thine.

Give me soft a velvet kiss,

dovelike, lewd in searching bliss.

Captain of the guards, milady.

Captain of the guards, milady.

- Benvenuto, my love.
- Yes, milady?

Give me the book.

You will have no further need of it.

Henceforth, your reading shall be
confined to me.

Yes, milady.

It is just as well you know,
my Benvenuto,

that it is the Duchess of Florence
who dismisses her loves.

Her loves never dismiss the
Duchess of Florence.

Bring me that urn, the silver one.

Does my beloved know what is
contained therein?

It was designed for rose leaves, milady.

A long time ago, there was a young
and handsome soldier.

He was as naughty as he was handsome.

I have preserved his heart in there.

You would never decieve me,
would you, my Benvenuto?

Would a man be fool enough to throw
away a priceless jewel?

Captain! Captain of the Guards!

We found him at the north gate.
He's been stabbed, sir.

- Who did it?
- Cellini did it.

Surround the palace!
Sound the alarm!

Cellini's on the palace grounds.

I have to leave, they are looking
for me, milady.

What are we to do?

You must hide.

They'll never look in the Duke's quarters.
You wait here, my beloved.

I'll arrange things with Alessandro.

Come on.

While we are waiting the Duke's pleasure,
I should like to show you...

...our gallery of art.

Now here is a fragment of sculpture
by the master.

The subject is a young nobleman of Florence.
Loud-mouthed young fellow,

very disrespectful to authority.

It's rather a well preserved piece,
don't you think?

Except of course that the
tongue is missing.

Now here, here is a real work of art.

This I think is the master at his best.

Ah, I see you're impressed by
the master's work.

Sir, here is raw material for you.

Here, open the door, hurry up!

His Excellency the Duke of Florence.

The Duke of Florence!

Aha!

So, they caught you, did they,
you blackguard, you.

Good work, Ottaviano!

This will teach you a lesson
you won't forget.

Well, hurry up, go on!
Put the noose around his neck.

- I can explain everything, Your Excellency.
- You can explain nothing...

you sheep in wolf's... you, you...
You've jumped over your last wall.

You know what you did.
You did it right under my very nose.

- Go on, string him up!
- If you'll only listen, Your Excellency!

I'll listen to nothing.
Go on, string him up.

There you go again,
you're always bungling.

Alessandro! Alessandro, wait!

- Pull him up, pull him up.
- Wait! Wait!

Just a minute, milady, I'm busy.

Alessandro, I command you, wait!

Open this door! Open this door
or I'll have you put you on the rack!

Her Excellency the Duchess of Florence.

Her Excellency the Duchess of Florence.

You shouldn't have come down here,
it's too damp, you'll catch cold.

- And what are you doing here?
- I'm just hanging this fellow.

Fools, if he hangs, we all shall hang.

- The guards are dismissed.
- Oh... no, uh... uh...

I want the guards to remain.
The guards are not to withdraw.

This is a very secret matter.

Oh, uh, yes...
Well, all right.

Guards... dismissed.

Why are you always interfering?

You pardoned this man once,
why are you hanging him now?

- I can explain, milady.
- Be quiet!

Who... no one asked you for
any explanation.

Yes, silent until you're spoken to.

Doesn't milady know that Cellini stole into
the palace gardens one night passed?

- What do you mean by that?
- He came intent on stealing, milady.

Something the Duke holds
most precious.

And what does the Duke hold
most precious?

Oh... nothing... just a little trinket.
You talk too much, Ottaviano.

You've got the Duchess all upset.

Strange that only this morning,
milady wanted Cellini's life.

Yes, that's right, you did.

You offered two thousand ducates
for Cellini's head.

- Why do you object to a little hanging?
- I have not changed my mind, milord.

I should like nothing better than to see
the scoundrel hang from the highest beam.

But it is not his neck
I'm thinking of, but ours.

- What have our necks got to do with it?
- You don't know what I know.

I have just learned from
my secret agents...

...that the people of Florence
are about to revolt.

They're incensed over the last
wholesale hangings in the piazza.

They think you're a butcher,
a madman.

A bu.. a ma... they do?
I've done nothing of the kind.

Of course you're not. I know you
as a good, kind husband.

But we're on the verge
of a revolution.

And one more hanging might
light the torch.

Light the... why, this is terrible.

Ottaviano, why didn't you tell me?

Milady seem to have information
that no one else possesses.

You mustn't listen to Ottaviano,
you must listen to me.

One never knows one's friends.

Why, right in this room there
might be spies.

Now, with a peasant or an unknown,
it might be worth the risk.

But with Cellini, an artist, a goldsmith.

Where are you going to find
another Cellini, another master?

Silence, knave!

Alessandro, you may use
your own discretion,

Of course, if you don't mind
being hanged, I don't either.

The decision rests with you.

But surely milord isn't afraid.

That's all very well for you
to say, Ottaviano,

it's not your neck they want, it's mine.

I'd be brave too if it was your
neck they wanted.

Here, unnoose him.
Take the noose off...

I don't know why it is every time I want
to hang you something always happens.

Why not let me take the responsibility
for his hanging, Your Excellency?

Yes, that might not be a...

Oh, you shouldn't have said that.
Run along now, go on.

And you too, run along, hurry up.

I'm sorry I... have to disappoint you,

but I'll have someone for you next week.

And you too, goodbye!

Hurry up, hurry up!

There, that's over.

But it's not over yet, I'll hang you
before I'm finished.

Now go on, get out of here,
get out of the palace.

- Go on back to your Angela.
- My Angela?

That's what I said, your Angela.
What have you done with her?

- Well, milord...
- Don't try to deny anything.

That's why I was hanging you.
Where is she?

- Angela?
- Yes, Angela.

She's pining for you, milord,
in a mountain cabin.

- For me?
- For you!

Well, why didn't you tell me
that before?

Milord, it's rather difficult to speak
with a rope around one's neck.

Yes, but why did you take her
away from me? Why did you... you...

Milord, if you...

No, I'm not going to believe
one word you say.

I was only acting in your interest.

- My interest?
- Yes.

I heard that the Duchess was coming
to the summer palace.

At the risk of my life I entered
the palace grounds...

...and snatched Angela from under
the very eyes of your Duchess.

And again at the risk of my life
I took her from the palace grounds...

...to a haven of safety.

Oh, well that's very different.

That isn't what you told me, Ottaviano.

Now go on, run along,
get out of here.

You, you... there's no...
whatever you...

Yes... why not bring Angela
here tonight?

- Oh, milord, that's impossible.
- Impossible, why?

- The Duchess, milord.
- What's the Duchess got to do with it?

- Well, she has nothing to do with it...
- Well, there you are.

We're giving a banquet tonight
for somebody or other...

...and you can bring Angela here to me,
say that she is your model, say anything.

Milord, you don't know what
you're doing to me.

I know what I will do to you!

Shall I take you back and hang you?

Your... milord, I prefer not.

Well, will you do as I say?

Yes, Your Excellency.

Yes, well...

That's more like it.

Your Excellencies, the Duke
and Duchess of Florence.

We bring you greetings from
the Duke and Duchess of Milan.

We return your greetings, and welcome.

Yes, welcome, Cavalier Traviggi.

Ottaviano tells me the great artist Cellini
will be present this evening.

Ottaviano is well informed.

We are rather jealous of you.

Cellini's fame is rapidly spreading
throughout all of Italy.

Part of his fame is due
to his versatility.

Yes, we're very proud of him.

Perhaps the Cavalier Traviggi
is unacquainted with the fact...

...that milady is a patroness
of all the arts.

A great deal of Cellini's work
in the future...

...is to be accomplished right here
in the palace under milady's supervision.

Splendid idea!

For your own sake don't be any
dumber than is absolutely necessary.

You just wait till I see the Duke.

When we get in here, you keep as far
away from me as possible.

The further you keep away from me,
the better I like it.

Ah, here comes our genius now.

- And who is that with him?
- Oh, um, um...

I don't know.

Oh, there he is!

Don't do that!

- Is she waving at someone?
- Yes, it looks like it, doesn't it?

- I guess it must be Polverino.
- Yes! Yes, she's waving to me.

And who is she?

Oh, she's a model... isn't she?

Yes, that's it, she's a model.
I met her at Cellini's workshop.

They both look a little uncomfortable,

perhaps I'd better put them
at their ease.

Hm, perhaps you should.

- Hello, Bumpy.
- Shh, not here, not in public.

I think you'd better introduce us.

Oh... Your Excellency,
my model, Angela.

How do you do,
welcome to the palace.

- Oh, this is so silly.
- Shh, be quiet.

Polverino will instruct you
to the etiquette of the court.

Well, what are you standing
there for?

You've got to pay your respects
to the Duchess.

I think she's a little suspicious.

- Of whom?
- Well, I... of everything.

- Hurry up.
- Yes, milord.

Who is she?

Surely your secret agents
who know all...

...must have acquainted you
with the lady's identity.

Be careful that one day my secret agents
don't acquaint you with the executioner.

I've been mad with impatience
waiting to fly to you, to touch your hand.

Might I ask how you dared bring
a common little model to this banquet?

- I was forced to.
- Forced to?

- By whom?
- By circumstances.

It was to... as a shield,
to avert suspicion.

In the future, my Benvenuto,
I will choose your models.

Now go, get rid of her.

Milady, it's impossible.

She has served her purpose, There is
no longer any excuse to keep her here.

- Be rid of her at once.
- But milady...

At once!

Yes, milady.

Are you having a nice time?

Milord was correct,
the Duchess is suspicious.

Yes... it is quite a gathering.

- Suspicious of me?
- She insists that Angela leave at once.

Well, why should she want Angela
to leave? Yes, indeed...

- I can't imagine.
- Why, she's not going to leave.

Didn't you tell the Duchess
that she was your model?

Good evening, Chancellor.

It might be better if you
explained, milord.

You've had more experience
in such matters.

Yes, of course...
I'll explain, I'll tell her something.

Milady, there seems to be
some confusion.

- What confusion?
- I mean about Cellini's model.

- Why should you want her to leave?
- Why shouldn't I?

Why, it, it.. it just can't be.

Why are you interested?

Me? Oh... why should I... It's Cellini,
she's not just a model, you know.

- Oh, isn't she?
- No, she... didn't Cellini tell you?

- He did not.
- She's more than just a model.

- Oh, is she?
- Yes, as a matter of fact they're in love.

Oh, they are?

Oh, it's been going on for a long time.
They're going to be married.

They are.

But I wouldn't mention it if I were you.

You really should have told me.

I tried to explain, milady.

It's no use, Benvenuto, you can't
keep it a secret any longer.

Keep what a secret, milord?

Oh, you know, I told the Duchess
all about it.

Yes, you should really learn to guard
your secrets more carefully, Cellini.

- What is the secret, milady?
- Come now, don't be bashful.

I told her about you and Angela
being in love and all that.

But milady... His Excellency
has made a mistake.

I am afraid that you are the one
who has made the mistake, Cellini.

But surely, milord...

I was only jesting, milady.

There is nothing to jest about,
marriage is a very serious matter.

And you, um...

Besides, you're placing me
in a very peculiar position.

- Yes, milord.
- Yes... well, I forgive you.

Here... come here, Angela.

- Don't forget.
- Yes, milady, no, milady, yes, milady...

This is milady, Angela.

Yes, milady.

May the Duchess of Florence
present her felicitations?

- What, milady?
- She's a little nervous.

Well, I hope you both will be very happy
and lead a contented life.

- And a long one.
- Yes, milady.

This is not to be an ordinary banquet,
this is to be a wedding feast as well.

- Shall we dine, milord?
- Yes, I think it would be very nice.

- Oh, here... like a pheasant?
- No.

- Ah, well... an ostrich egg?
- Yes.

Here... that's nice.

You don't seem very comfortable,
my Cellini.

I have little to make me
comfortable, milady.

You shouldn't be embarrassed by royalty.

You've been entertained in
palaces before now.

There are many places in the palace
where one may be entertained, Ottaviano.

Including the dungeon.

Oh, yes, milady.

Hm, jelly.

How like the men of our time.

May I offer you some?

- Hm?
- No, thank you, milady.

Delicious!
Oh, attention, everybody.

We have a great big surprise.

Favors for the ladies.

- Oh, a lovely necklace.
- Yes!

Look, look, look.

Oh, it was candy all the time.

Wasn't that clever?
That's my own idea!

You should always laugh at jests.
It's called etiquette.

I'm afraid my appreciation of the Duke's
humor is not as great as yours.

Well, you might try to be
a little cheerful.

It's your won wedding feast,
you know.

The wedding was not of my making.

Of course, marriages are made
in heaven, aren't they?

There may not be a w...

There may not be a wedding, milady.

True... there may not be.

Alessandro! Alessandro!

- Yes, milady?
- What entertainment have we this evening?

Oh, yes, something very special.

Um, what is it, er...

Oh yes, yes... Some gypsy girls
or something.

They do a dance...
It's called, um...

Dance of Death or something
silly like that.

Ah, even our entertainment
is appropriate.

Bring on the dancers.

My Cellini will not be amused.
He will not dine, he will not drink.

I am not thirsty, milady.

Perhaps I can tempt you with
a wine of a better vintage.

Steward.

Come on, Cellini, drink!

Alessandro!

Yes?

Cellini wishes to toast his bride.

Oh... yes... that's right.
Toast, everybody.

Perhaps milady thinks I am afraid.

A toast!

To the fairest,

the loveliest,

the most beautiful woman of all
of Florence!

Stop!

Benvenuto!

Benvenuto, my love!

I've killed you!
Speak to me, my beloved!

Speak to me, my beloved!

Speak to me.

I... we... uh...

Uh... clear the hall, everybody!
Send everyone away!

Gaurds, send them out.

Don't look...
You'd better go too.

I'll see you... some other...

Oh... uh... oh... uh...

You dare do this to me,
the Duke of Florence,

in front of my whole court.

Oh, to perdition with the court,
with you, with everything.

Oh, you! You're not going to rule
this court any longer.

From now on there's only one
Duke of Florence and I'm it.

I've been suspicious of you
for a long while.

You're going to pay for this with
your own head, milady.

I have a witness here
to bear me out.

Ottaviano, you tell milady that...

Now see what you've done.
The only cousin I had left.

He was all right a little while ago,
now look at him.

You're going to be punished,
both of you!

I'll, I'll have you torn...
on the... and I'll put you in...

I'll boil eggs under your armpits...
I'll soak your feet in goats'...

- You mustn't get excited, Bumpy...
- What? Are you...

- You might get apoplexy, Bumpy...
- Don't...

Bumpy.

Bumpy, is it?

I begin to see the light.

Oh... uh... what light, milady?

So you're going to have my head,
are you?

Well... anybody is likely to get excited.

So there's to be but one Duke
of Florence from now on, is there?

I never said anything of the kind!

If you can joke, I don't see why
I can't joke too.

Well, if milord offers no objections,

I think I shall return to the winter
palace tonight.

Me, object? Oh, of course not.

Perhaps it would be best if I took
Cellini with me.

There's a new fountain needed
in the courtyard,

he should start work on it at once.

Yes, of course.

- Good night, milady.
- Good night, milord.

I... I meant... I was...

Good night.

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Lu�s Filipe Bernardes