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Charles Di Tocca: A Tragedy
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2017
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Fulvia: 'Tis the Greek
In you avows it, no true voice.
Hæmon: Then 'tis
My father murdered whose last moan I hear
Driven about me in this castle's gray
Cold spaces. And the dead speak not to lie.
Fulvia: No, no. You cannot brave your action with
The spur of that belief.
Hæmon: What want you of me?
Fulvia: This: ache and restlessness are on you.
Hæmon (impatiently): No.
Fulvia: And doubt begins in you that as a wolf
Will scent the wounded quarry of your conscience.
Hæmon: After he lured and wooed her under night
And secrecy?
Fulvia: Not running there will you
Escape its dread pursuit.
Hæmon: He frauded – duped
His father's trust!
Fulvia: Or there! But one refuge
Have you against its bitter ceaseless tooth,
And that above the wilds of self-deceit.
Hæmon: Why do you wind so sinuously about me?
No refuge can be from an hour that's done.
Shall we invert the glass or tilt the dial
To bring it back?
Fulvia: But if there were?
Hæmon: Where is
The duke – I will not bauble.
Fulvia: If there were?
Hæmon: I will no longer listen to the worm,
You set to feed upon me – torturing!
The sun melts to an end, and with the night
Antonio will not be.
Fulvia: Yet there is time.
Hæmon: The duke is fixed.
Fulvia: No matter: 'gainst the swell
And power of this peril you must lean.
Hæmon: I – ?
Fulvia: Yes.
Hæmon: You have a plan?
Fulvia: One that is sure. (Steps are heard.)
But through those curtains, quick. For more seek out
The Captain of the guard. The duke comes hither.
(Hæmon goes through the curtains.
Charles enters, worn, dishevelled, and followed by Cecco. He sees Fulvia and pauses
Fulvia: I come to plead.
Charles: (turning away): Ah! Nature should have pled
With her your mother, 'gainst conception.
Fulvia: Your trust is causelessly withdrawn. Yet for
A breath again I beg it – for a moment!
Charles: A moment were too much – or not enough.
Is trust a flower of sudden birth we may
Bid bloom with a command?
Fulvia: Ah, that it were,
Or bloomed as amaranth in those we love,
Beyond all drought and withering of ill!
But hear me – !
Charles: Leave these words.
Fulvia: Will you not turn
Out of this rage?
Charles: Leave them, I say, and cease!
Still down the vortex of this destiny
I would not farther have you drawn.
Fulvia: Then from
It draw yourself!
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