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Charles Di Tocca: A Tragedy
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2017
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Charles: You doubt it? – Are my eyes not bloody? Say!
Soldier: Sir! sir!
Charles: My lips then are not pale with murder
Bitterly done?
Soldier: Pale – no.
Charles: Yet have I killed;
Spoke death with them – not reasonless – yet death.
And all the lost have echoes of it: hear
You not a spirit clamor on the air?
Ploughing as storms of pain it passes through me.
Mutiny? Go. I could call chaos fair,
And fawn on infinite ruin – fawn and praise.
(Soldier goes.
Yet will not yield! (To Cecco.) My robes and coronet!
(Cecco goes to obey.
I'll sit in them and mock at greatness that
A passion may unthrone. If we weep not
Calamity will leave to torture us,
And fate for want of tears will thirst to death!
Enter Cardinal
Ah, priestly sir.
Cardinal: Infuriate man!
Charles: Speak so.
I lust for bitterness.
Cardinal: What have you done!
Charles (shuddering, then smiling): Watched the sun set. Did it not, think you, bleed
Unwontedly along the waves?
Cardinal: O horror!
Horrible when a father slays and smiles!
Charles: Not so, lord Cardinal, not so! – but when
He slays and smileth not.
Cardinal: Beyond all mercy!
Charles: Therefore I smile. Men should not mid the trite
Enchanting and vain trickery of earth
Till they no longer hope of it, or want.
Smiles should be kept for life's unbearable.
Cardinal: Murderer!
Charles: Ah!
Cardinal: Heretic!
Charles: Well.
(Goes to shrine and casts it out the window.)
Cardinal: Fool! fool!
Charles: There are no wise men, O lord Cardinal.
Cardinal: Heaven let Antonio's death under the sea
Make every wave a tongue against your rest,
And 'gainst the rock of this impenitence!
(Charles listens as to something afar off.)
No wind should blow that has not sting of it,
No light stream that it stains not!
Charles (sighing): You have loosed
Your robe, lord prelate – see.
Cardinal: O stone! thou stone!
Charles: Have peace. A keener cry comes up to me
Than frenzy can invoke: a vaster pain
Than justice from Omnipotence may call.
Cardinal: My lips shall learn it.
Charles: "Father" moans it. "Father!" —
It is my ears' inheritance forever.
Enter Fulvia
Fulvia: Lord Cardinal, one of your servants has
In quarrel been struck, and mortally 'tis feared.
Quickly to him: then I may plead of you
Escort to Rome.
Cardinal: I do not understand.
Fulvia: But shall.
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