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Yolanda of Cyprus

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2017
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Hither for holy care and sacred rest.

So do – then after

Look to that image of the Magdalen,

Once it has fallen.

Serlio. Domine, dirige!

[Moro goes. They put off cant and set to work.

Hilarion (insolently, lighting a taper).

We'll have good wine for this!

Serlio. The Chian! Hee!

None's like the Chian! and to-morrow, meat!

Last week old Ugo died and we had pheasant.

Hilarion. When we are priests we'll give no comforting

To wife or maid – till we have sipped!

Serlio. And supped!

Though 'tis a Friday and the Pope is dead!

[Silence. They work faster.

Hilarion. There, it is done. Now to the image.

[Mounts pillar.

Serlio. Well,

Olympio, the cock who fetched us, said

That image fell first on the day —

Hilarion. Tchuck! tchuck!

Better no breath about that lord of Paphos,

Or any here. For till the dead are three

Days gone, you know – ! But there's the woman. Feign.

[As Alessa re-enters; hypocritically.

The blessed dead! in Purgatory may

They briefly bide.

Serlio. Aye! aye!

Alessa (still troubled). What say you?

Hilarion. Ah!

I lay that it is wiser never to foul

The dead, even in thinking,

For they may hear us, none can say, and once

My mother saw a dead man who had gone

Unshriven start up white and cry out loud

When he was curst.

Serlio. O Lord!

Alessa (staring). No!.. Well, such things

There are perchance. And now they say that Venus,

The Anadyomene, who once ruled this isle,

Is come again… But you have finished? Soon

They bring her body here.

Hilarion. Now have I, now!

It will not totter again.

[Descends.

Alessa. Would that it might

Upon the head of – (catches herself; calmly) You are awaited

There in the sacristy… The chant begins!

[The acolytes go. She grows more disquieted.
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