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Scene 2

 

 

Artemisia pokes her head out, looking for signs of her father.  Tuzia enters from behind her and boldly scans the stage. 

 

TUZIA:              Artemisia, come out now.  The coast is all clear.

 

                        Artemisia enters and prepares to work.

 

ARTEMISIA:         Now I’ll get some work done before my father gets here.

 

TUZIA:               You’ve been painting all day.

 

ARTEMISIA:                                                         That’s all work done for him.

                        There are projects of mine that I need to begin.

                        If he sees us he’ll stop me, and lecture, I’m sure,

                        About how I’m a flirt, and must be more demure.

 

TUZIA:               He cares for you; that’s what a father is for.

                        You’ll see when you’re a wife that no man will adore

                        You quite like your father does.

 

ARTEMISIA:                                                                     He thinks I’m a hussy!

 

TUZIA:               You overreact, child; he’s just being fussy.

                        He wants to protect you, to help find a good man.

 

ARTEMISIA:         I see Papa hasn’t confided his plan

to you yet.

 

TUZIA:                                       No, but it’s plain as can be that he wants a good match.

                        Any parent would hope you could find a fine catch.

 

ARTEMISIA:         My father doesn’t.

 

TUZIA:                                                   Artemisia…

 

ARTEMISIA:                                                                     It’s true!

                        He says that to marry’s the worst thing to do.

                       

TUZIA:               He doesn’t want you to marry?

 

ARTEMISIA:                                                         No.

 

TUZIA:                                                                           How like him!

 

ARTEMISIA:                                                                                             You see?

 

TUZIA:               Obsessed with your work though the old man may be,

                        Does he not think at all of your personal life?

                        Of the pleasures and joys of becoming a wife?

                        Of companionship, children…

 

ARTEMISIA:                                                         It seems he’s decided

                        He wants me unhappy.

 

TUZIA:                                                   You’re too harsh; he’s misguided.

                        Out of love he keeps your career foremost in mind.

 

ARTEMISIA:         If only my father were ever so kind. 

                        I’ll grant his devotion to me is substantial,

                        But the truth is his interest is purely financial.

                        I’m his lifelong apprentice if I can’t find a man.

                        With no one else laying claim to my earnings, he can.

 

TUZIA:               So what does he expect?  That I’ll play chaperone

                        ‘Til the end of my days and watch you live alone?

 

ARTEMISIA:         It’s unfair.

 

TUZIA:                                       And unlikely. 

 

ARTEMISIA:                                                         Help me; it’s hopeless.

 

TUZIA:               It wouldn’t be so if you’d do more and mope less.

 

ARTEMISIA:         But what can I do?

 

TUZIA:                                                   Come close and I’ll explain.

                        If your father finds out, I’ll take all of the blame.

                        What he doesn’t know is unlikely to hurt him.

                        So find you own husband, if he fears you’ll desert him.

 

ARTEMISIA:         Where would I find a man?

                                   

Orazio enters with Tassi.

 

ORAZIO                                                             Artemisia, my child…

                        There’s a man here to meet you.

 

TUZIA:               [To Artemisia]                        There.  Act timid and mild.

                       

ARTEMISIA:         Why?

 

TUZIA:                                       It’s part of the game.  Make a good first impression.

 

                        Tuzia prods Artemisia to step forward.  Artemisia smiles at Tassi.

 

TASSI:                [To Orazio] Mm.  I see what you mean.  She seems full of aggression

                        I don’t doubt she defies you without hesitation.

 

ARTEMISIA:         [To Tuzia] You think I should try him?

             

TUZIA:                                                               This man could be salvation.                 

                        He’s a painter, successful, respected, to start.

He’s handsome, and dashing; he would value your art…

                        And he’s here.

 

ARTEMISIA:                                 Wish me luck…

 

Artemisia smiles demurely and approaches her father and Tassi.

 

TASSI:                                                    [To Orazio] It looks worse than I thought. 

I can see, Gentileschi, she needs to be taught

A great deal indeed.  We may need a long time…

 

ORAZIO             Oh, I hope you’re still willing!

 

TASSI:                                                                The honor is mine.

 

ORAZIO:             You’re too good.

 

TASSI:                                        Yes, I know.