The Note
Classical, the suspicion
- Romantic comedy
- Two-hander
- 1 min
- Female role
- Adult
- Advanced
Casting
6 lines- DORANTE Male role, Adult
- LÉONORE Female role, Adult your role
Full text
(Dorante holds a crumpled note he has just intercepted.)
DORANTE
This note, beneath your fingers, trembled like a confession. To whom were you writing, Madam, with such fire?
LÉONORE
To you. But having read it, I feared to reveal too much, and chose to hush it rather than be reborn in it.
DORANTE
To me? This burning word, this ardour I deny: it was for the one who doubted his beloved?
LÉONORE
Doubt is a mirror: it shows what one carries. You thought me fickle; I had to be strong.
DORANTE
Forgive this suspicion that a trifle gave birth to.
LÉONORE
I forgive the jealous man what self-love hates. But keep this note: let it be your rule. One does not force open a letter that offers itself.
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