Narrator: Giovanni sighed. Lisabetta: Why do you sigh? Do you not love your new home? Peek out the window and you will see the beautiful garden below.
Giovanni: Wow, thy garden is amazing. Lisabetta: The garden does not belong to me. No, that garden is cultivated by the own hands of Dr. Rappaccini himself. Time for me to leave, but If thy need a thing, let me know.
Giovanni: That must be Dr. Rappaccini himself. Why is he avoiding the flowers like they could harm them? Dr. Rappaccini: Beatrice! Beatrice! Beatrice: Yes father? Are you in the garden? Dr. Rappaccini: Yes, Beatrice. I need your help.
Narrator: Out came a girl, beautiful as the day. She more beautiful then the flowers of the garden. As she came to the garden she handled and inhaled the oder of the plants that her father had avoided. Giovanni lusted over and dreamed about this young woman.
Giovanni: Hello Dr. Baglioni. Dr. Baglioni: Hello Giovanni. How has your time in Italy been? Giovanni: Great. I have seen a beautiful girl. She is the daughter of Dr. Rappaccini. Dr. Baglioni: Oh, no! You must never come in contact with Dr. Rappaccini. He would sacrifice human life to add to his heap of knowledge. His garden is filled with lethal plants.
Narrator: Giovanni made it back home with a bouquet of flowers. He called Beatrice over. When Beatrice arrived she began to talk. The beautiful young lady breathed out and a bug that had been climbing on the wall went stiff and fell. Giovanni noticed that her breath killed the bug. He threw the bouquet down to the garden. When Beatrice picked it up, all the flowers died.