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Charles Di Tocca: A Tragedy
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2017
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Ashamed of its too naked idleness.
Helena (shuddering): He cannot, will not! – Yet you feared!
Fulvia: Be calm:
Beauty is better so.
Helena: Ah, you are cold!
See a great shadow reach and wrap at me,
Yet lend no light! By gentleness I pray you,
What said he?
Fulvia: Child —
Helena: Child! – Ah, a moment's dread
Brings age on us! – If not by gentleness,
Then by that love that women bear to men,
By happiness too fleeting to tread earth,
I pray you tell the fear your heart so hides!
Fulvia: You are the guest of Charles di Tocca.
Helena: Guest?
Ah, guests are bidden, not commanded. – Where,
Where can Antonio be gone. All day
No token, quieting!
Fulvia: Antonio, girl?
Antonio? – Is it true?
Re-enter Charles
Charles: So eager? – Truth
Has brewed more tears than lies. But, Fulvia,
Why doth it mated with Antonio's name
Wring thus your troubled hands?
Fulvia: My lord —
Charles: You falter?
No matter – now. (To Helena.) But you, my fair one, put
More merriment upon your lips and lids,
And this (giving pearls) upon the lustre of your throat.
Hither our guests come soon. Be with us then,
And at your beauty's best. Now; trembling so? —
Yet is the lily lovelier in the wind!
(He looks after, musingly, as she goes.
Fulvia: My lord —
Charles: True, Fulvia – as titles go.
Fulvia: My lord —
Charles: Twice – but I'm not two lords.
Fulvia: To-night
I think you are. But quench your jests.
Charles: In tears?
And groans? Where borrow them?
Fulvia (turning away): So let it be.
Charles: Why do you say so be it and sigh as
Nought could again be well?
Fulvia: O —
Charles: Now you frown?
Fulvia: The hope you nurse, then, if it prove a pang
Of serpent bitterness —
Charles: Prove pang? I then
But for an "if" must pluck it from me?
Fulvia: So
I must believe.
Charles: Pluck it from me! Will you —
Now will you have me mouth and foam and thresh
The quiet in me to a maelstrom! This
Is mine, this joy; and still is mine, though I
To keep it must bring on me bitterness
And bleeding and – I rage!
Fulvia: Then shall I cease,
And say no more? No, you are on a flood
Whose sinking may be rapid down to horror.
And she – this girl! It has been long since you
Gave license rein upon your will, and spur.
Do not so now.
Charles: License?
Fulvia: She is all morn
And dream and dew: make her not dark!
Helena (shuddering): He cannot, will not! – Yet you feared!
Fulvia: Be calm:
Beauty is better so.
Helena: Ah, you are cold!
See a great shadow reach and wrap at me,
Yet lend no light! By gentleness I pray you,
What said he?
Fulvia: Child —
Helena: Child! – Ah, a moment's dread
Brings age on us! – If not by gentleness,
Then by that love that women bear to men,
By happiness too fleeting to tread earth,
I pray you tell the fear your heart so hides!
Fulvia: You are the guest of Charles di Tocca.
Helena: Guest?
Ah, guests are bidden, not commanded. – Where,
Where can Antonio be gone. All day
No token, quieting!
Fulvia: Antonio, girl?
Antonio? – Is it true?
Re-enter Charles
Charles: So eager? – Truth
Has brewed more tears than lies. But, Fulvia,
Why doth it mated with Antonio's name
Wring thus your troubled hands?
Fulvia: My lord —
Charles: You falter?
No matter – now. (To Helena.) But you, my fair one, put
More merriment upon your lips and lids,
And this (giving pearls) upon the lustre of your throat.
Hither our guests come soon. Be with us then,
And at your beauty's best. Now; trembling so? —
Yet is the lily lovelier in the wind!
(He looks after, musingly, as she goes.
Fulvia: My lord —
Charles: True, Fulvia – as titles go.
Fulvia: My lord —
Charles: Twice – but I'm not two lords.
Fulvia: To-night
I think you are. But quench your jests.
Charles: In tears?
And groans? Where borrow them?
Fulvia (turning away): So let it be.
Charles: Why do you say so be it and sigh as
Nought could again be well?
Fulvia: O —
Charles: Now you frown?
Fulvia: The hope you nurse, then, if it prove a pang
Of serpent bitterness —
Charles: Prove pang? I then
But for an "if" must pluck it from me?
Fulvia: So
I must believe.
Charles: Pluck it from me! Will you —
Now will you have me mouth and foam and thresh
The quiet in me to a maelstrom! This
Is mine, this joy; and still is mine, though I
To keep it must bring on me bitterness
And bleeding and – I rage!
Fulvia: Then shall I cease,
And say no more? No, you are on a flood
Whose sinking may be rapid down to horror.
And she – this girl! It has been long since you
Gave license rein upon your will, and spur.
Do not so now.
Charles: License?
Fulvia: She is all morn
And dream and dew: make her not dark!
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