Charles Di Tocca: A Tragedy
Cale Rice
Cale Young Rice
Charles Di Tocca: A Tragedy
To My Wife
CHARLES DI TOCCA
A Tragedy
Nardo, a boy, and Diogenes, a philosopher
A Captain of the Guard. Soldiers, Guests,
Attendants, etc
Time: Fifteenth Century
ACT ONE
Scene. —The Island Leucadia. A ruined temple of Apollo near the town of Pharo. Broken columns and stones are strewn, or stand desolately about. It is night – the moon rising. Antonio, who has been waiting impatiently, seats himself on a stone. By a road near the ruins Fulvia enters, cloaked.
Antonio (turning): Helen – !
Fulvia: A comely name, my lord.
Antonio: Ah, you?
My father's unforgetting Fulvia?
Fulvia: At least not Helena, whoe'er she be.
Antonio: And did I call you so?
Fulvia: Unless it is
These stones have tongue and passion.
Antonio: Then the night
Recalling dreams of dim antiquity's
Heroic bloom worked on me. – But whence are
Your steps, so late, alone?
Fulvia: From the Cardinal,
Who has but come.
Antonio: What comfort there?
Fulvia: With doom
The moody bolt of Rome broods over us.
Antonio: My father will not bind his heresy?
Fulvia: You with him walked to-day. What said he?
Antonio: I?
With him to-day? Ah, true. What may be done?
Fulvia: He has been strange of late and silent, laughs,
Seeing the Cross, but softly and almost
As it were some sweet thing he loved.
Antonio (absently): As if
'Twere some sweet thing – he laughs – is strange – you say?
Fulvia: Stranger than is Antonio his son,
Who but for some expectancy is vacant.
(She makes to go.)
Antonio: Stay, Fulvia, though I am not in poise.
Last night I dreamed of you: in vain you hovered
To reach me from the coil of swift Charybdis.
(A low cry, Antonio starts.)
Fulvia: A woman's voice!
(Looking down the road.)
And hasting here!
Antonio: Alone?
Fulvia: No, with another!
Antonio: Go, then, Fulvia.
'Tis one would speak with me.
Fulvia: Ah? (She goes.)
Enter Helena frightedly with Paula
Helena: Antonio!
Antonio: My Helena, what is it? You are wan
And tremble as a blossom quick with fear
Of shattering. What is it? Speak.
Helena: Not true!
O, 'tis not true!