Act IV scene I with stage directions.

Francisco and Fillipa enter stage. Francisco give Fillipa, disguised as a duchess, a rose.

Francisco: The flowers dost suit thine eye, Cecilia?

       

             Francisco leans in for a kiss. Fillippa leans back disgusted.

 She tries to keep a distance as they walk, while flirting.

Filippa:  'Tis so, my lord, tho ne'er care for roses.

              Painted beauty promises but then they

              pierce and prick when drawn too near, and we bleed.

Fillippa sits down on a bench, she see’s the empty spot next to her and quickly puts the rose down to “occupy” the seat. Francisco, pursues Filippa by brushing aside the rose, sitting and taking her hand.

Francisco: They mean not to harm but simply remind

                   the young lover's soul of his living love.      

Francisco leans in for a kiss as Filippa dodges him.                     

Filippa: Forgive. I miss your meaning. Pray, do tell.

Fillippa goes to stand but Francisco, oblivious, grabs her hand preventing her. 

Francisco: How the heart aches, sick, nay, nigh death even

                 Of one who loves but knows not of its return.

                 A roses' thorn pricks merely to awake

                 a sleeping dreamer to act on his love.

Francisco kneels on one knee in front of Fillippa.

Lucio appears in the gardens, although unseen to Francisco and Filippa.      

Lucio is behind a wall or pillar and spies Cecilia

Lucio: (aside) What's this? Fair Cecilia and Francisco.

            O, if only I beside her walked

            Sweet verse and line t'would surely fill her ears.

Filippa: You speak as tho experienced, my lord.

           (aside) What's this? Here, nigh on knees, this swooning sword!

Francisco stands seriously.

Francisco: Fair Cecilia! Words with no actions take

                 Are mere symbols on a page or breath on

                 fleeting wind which leaves as quickly as comes!

                 Dost thou weigh (judge) the meaning of mine words now?

Filippa stands cautiously.

Filippa: Indeed. But thou fails to weigh (take into account) my mean (poor, of low rank) state.

Francisco Grabs Filippa’s hand and moves closer.

Francisco: Tis nothing.

Fillippa smiles in fakery then looks away  to avoid Francisco’s gaze

Filippa: Correct. Nothing is what I have.

Francisco, thinking he has offended, rushes to redeem his speech.

Francisco: No no, your worth (rank). It is of small import (significance).

               Filippa pretends to be offended.

Filippa: Sir, callest thou my worth (value) base (worthless)?

              Lucio jealously looks upon Fillippa and Francisco

Lucio: (aside) Francisco had a base (of low quality) school to mix words,

and marks not the meaning of his fair bird (object of prey).