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Charles Di Tocca: A Tragedy
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2017
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Cecco: This your despair would wound him more than death.
Forget the girl.
Charles: She? Ah, my sullen, wild,
And gloomy pulse beat with a rightful scorn
Against the hours that sieged it. Stony was
Its solitude and fierce, bastioned against
All danger of quick blisses – till, with fury
For that mute tenderness which women's love
Lays on the desolation of the world,
She ravished it! – Yet now 'tis still and cold.
Cecco: But 'twas unknowingly.
Charles: A woman's smile
Never was luring, never, but she knew it,
As hawk the cruel rapture of his wings.
Cecco: She though is young, and youth —
Charles: Must pay with moan
The shriving! – Ah, the sun – the sun – where burns it?
Cecco: Upon a cloud whence it must spring to night.
Charles: So low?
Cecco: Sir, yes.
Charles: Ah, 'tis? so low?
Cecco: Red now
It rushes forth.
Charles: A breathing of the world,
And then! – Antonio!
Cecco: Again a cloud
Withholds.
Charles: Antonio!
Cecco: It dips, my lord.
Charles (frenzied): O, will great Christ upon it lay no fear!
Let it swoon down as if its sinking sent
No signal unto Death – and plunge, plunge thee,
Antonio, forever from the day!
Has He no miracle will seize it yet!
Nor will lend now His thunder to cry hold,
His lightning to flame off the hands that grasp,
Bidden to hurl thee o'er!
Cecco: 'Tis sunk!
Charles (rushing to window): Yes! – Yes! (Starting back horrified.) The vision of it! Ah, – see you not, see!
They lift him, swing him – Now! down, down, down, down!
The rocks! the lash! the foam!
(Sinks exhausted in his chair. Cecco pours out wine.)
Enter hurriedly, a Soldier
Soldier: Great lord!
Cecco: What now!
It is ill-timed!
Soldier: Great lord, there's mutiny!
Cecco: And where?
Soldier: Hear me, great sir, there's mutiny!
Cecco: The town? the town?
Charles (rousing): Ay – ?
Soldier: Mutiny! your haste!
Charles: O, mutiny.
Soldier: Sir, yes!
Charles: And do the ranks
Of hell roar up at me? – It is not strange.
Soldier (confused): The ranks of – pardon, lord.
Charles: Do the skies rage – ?
They were else dead to madness.
Soldier: Sir, it is
Your guard beyond the gates.
Charles: 'Tis every throat
Of earth and realm unearthly has a cry
Against me and against!
Soldier: No, but a few —
Forget the girl.
Charles: She? Ah, my sullen, wild,
And gloomy pulse beat with a rightful scorn
Against the hours that sieged it. Stony was
Its solitude and fierce, bastioned against
All danger of quick blisses – till, with fury
For that mute tenderness which women's love
Lays on the desolation of the world,
She ravished it! – Yet now 'tis still and cold.
Cecco: But 'twas unknowingly.
Charles: A woman's smile
Never was luring, never, but she knew it,
As hawk the cruel rapture of his wings.
Cecco: She though is young, and youth —
Charles: Must pay with moan
The shriving! – Ah, the sun – the sun – where burns it?
Cecco: Upon a cloud whence it must spring to night.
Charles: So low?
Cecco: Sir, yes.
Charles: Ah, 'tis? so low?
Cecco: Red now
It rushes forth.
Charles: A breathing of the world,
And then! – Antonio!
Cecco: Again a cloud
Withholds.
Charles: Antonio!
Cecco: It dips, my lord.
Charles (frenzied): O, will great Christ upon it lay no fear!
Let it swoon down as if its sinking sent
No signal unto Death – and plunge, plunge thee,
Antonio, forever from the day!
Has He no miracle will seize it yet!
Nor will lend now His thunder to cry hold,
His lightning to flame off the hands that grasp,
Bidden to hurl thee o'er!
Cecco: 'Tis sunk!
Charles (rushing to window): Yes! – Yes! (Starting back horrified.) The vision of it! Ah, – see you not, see!
They lift him, swing him – Now! down, down, down, down!
The rocks! the lash! the foam!
(Sinks exhausted in his chair. Cecco pours out wine.)
Enter hurriedly, a Soldier
Soldier: Great lord!
Cecco: What now!
It is ill-timed!
Soldier: Great lord, there's mutiny!
Cecco: And where?
Soldier: Hear me, great sir, there's mutiny!
Cecco: The town? the town?
Charles (rousing): Ay – ?
Soldier: Mutiny! your haste!
Charles: O, mutiny.
Soldier: Sir, yes!
Charles: And do the ranks
Of hell roar up at me? – It is not strange.
Soldier (confused): The ranks of – pardon, lord.
Charles: Do the skies rage – ?
They were else dead to madness.
Soldier: Sir, it is
Your guard beyond the gates.
Charles: 'Tis every throat
Of earth and realm unearthly has a cry
Against me and against!
Soldier: No, but a few —
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