Olimpia Carlisi credited as playing...
Isabella
- Giacomo Casanova: You're enchantingly beautiful. Your laugh is like the laughter on the face of a figure on an Etruscan tomb, full of grace and yet reserved, at once radiant and sepulchral.
- Isabella: Sepulchral? That's no way to talk about someone who has just saved you from death.
- Giacomo Casanova: Only to deliver me up to the sweetest of all deaths, that death in life, of love. I want to annihilate myself in you, my wise Minerva.
- Isabella: What a strange man you are, Giacomo. You can't talk of love without using funereal images? The sweetest of all deaths? Annihilate yourself? Perhaps what you really want is not to love, but to die.
- Giacomo Casanova: [laughing] I would like to leave that as late as possible. And when that time comes, I would like to be holding your hand.
- Giacomo Casanova: It's a miracle! Not only am I cured, but I feel better and stronger than ever before. And the merit is all yours, my adorable and learned nymphs. You made me ill; you made me better.
- Isabella: Why do you say we made you ill?
- Giacomo Casanova: Did I say that? How strange. I don't know. Oh yes I do. It was those repulsive insects. Monstrous fiendish creatures, fluttering helplessly. Evil. Evil. Living symbols of evil. And to see them transfixed. To see the two of you pinning them, one by one. Horrible!
- Isabella: As if it were your body that was being pierced over and over again?
- Giacomo Casanova: Yes. And the pain I imagined was so intense, that I actually fainted. I am profoundly sensitive. There's no denying it. I'm a creature of the elements, of air, water...
- Isabella: [laughing] And of fire, too, from all I've heard about you.
- Giacomo Casanova: Isabella, now I understand. This mysterious illness has purified me, has enlightened me. The mere thought of dissipation fills me with nausea. All I want now is to spend my life peacefully, beside you, to bathe in the radiance that emanates from you. Say yes, Isabella, my sweet savior.
- Isabella: You are delirious, Giacomo. You are still weak from your illness. That's why you are talking like this.
- Giacomo Casanova: Listen to me. If you refuse, I shall fall ill again, but this time, forever.
- Isabella: I say I was right to say you were a creature of fire.
- Giacomo Casanova: Tomorrow I shall be leaving here. I can't live without you. Come with me.