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Charles Di Tocca: A Tragedy
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2017
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ACT TWO
Scene.—An audience hall in the castle of Charles di Tocca; the next afternoon. The dark stained walls have been festooned with vines and flowers. On the left is the ducal throne. On the right sunlight through high-set windows. In the rear heavily draped doors. Enter Charles, who looks around and smiles with subtle content, then summons a servant.
Enter servant
Charles: The princess Fulvia.
Servant: She comes, sir, now.
(Goes.
Enter Fulvia
Fulvia: My lord, flowers and vines upon these walls
That seem always in dismal memory
And mist of grief? What means it?
Charles: That sprung up,
A greedy multitude upon the fields,
Citron and olive were left hungry, so
I quelled them!
Fulvia: Magic ever dwells in flowers
To waft me back to childhood. (Taking some.)
Poor pluckt buds
If they could speak like children torn from the breast.
Charles: You're full of sighs and pity then?
Fulvia: Yes, and —
Of doubt.
Charles: What so divides you?
Fulvia: Helena —
This Greek – I do not understand.
Charles: Nor guess?
You have not seen nor spoken to her?
Fulvia: No.
Charles: We'll have her. (Motions servant.)
Go. Say that we wait her here,
The lady Helena. (Servant goes.
She's frighted – thinks
'Tmay be her father found too deep a rest
Within our care: yet has a hope that holds
The tears still from her lids. I've smiled on her,
Smiled, Fulvia, and she – Why do you cloud?
Fulvia: I would this were undone.
Charles: Undone? Undone?
You would it were – ?
Enter Helena
Ah, Greek! Our Fulvia,
Who is as heart and health about our doors,
Has speech for you. And polities
Untended groan for me. (He goes.
Fulvia (looking sadly at her): Girl – child —
Helena: Why do
You call me so with struggle on your breast?
Fulvia: You're very fair.
Helena: And was so free I thought
The world brimmed up with my full happiness.
Fulvia: But find it is a sieve to all but grief?
Helena: Is it then grief? I have not any tears,
Yet seem girt by an emptiness that aches,
Surrounds and whispers, what I dare not think
Or, shapened, see.
Fulvia: It stains too as a shroud
The morrow's face?
Helena: You look at me – I think
You look at me, as if – ?
Fulvia: No child.
Helena: Why am
I in this place? You fear for me?
Fulvia: Fear?
Helena: Yes!
A dumb dread trembles from you sufferingly.
Fulvia: It is not fear. Or – no! – has vanished quite,
ACT TWO
Scene.—An audience hall in the castle of Charles di Tocca; the next afternoon. The dark stained walls have been festooned with vines and flowers. On the left is the ducal throne. On the right sunlight through high-set windows. In the rear heavily draped doors. Enter Charles, who looks around and smiles with subtle content, then summons a servant.
Enter servant
Charles: The princess Fulvia.
Servant: She comes, sir, now.
(Goes.
Enter Fulvia
Fulvia: My lord, flowers and vines upon these walls
That seem always in dismal memory
And mist of grief? What means it?
Charles: That sprung up,
A greedy multitude upon the fields,
Citron and olive were left hungry, so
I quelled them!
Fulvia: Magic ever dwells in flowers
To waft me back to childhood. (Taking some.)
Poor pluckt buds
If they could speak like children torn from the breast.
Charles: You're full of sighs and pity then?
Fulvia: Yes, and —
Of doubt.
Charles: What so divides you?
Fulvia: Helena —
This Greek – I do not understand.
Charles: Nor guess?
You have not seen nor spoken to her?
Fulvia: No.
Charles: We'll have her. (Motions servant.)
Go. Say that we wait her here,
The lady Helena. (Servant goes.
She's frighted – thinks
'Tmay be her father found too deep a rest
Within our care: yet has a hope that holds
The tears still from her lids. I've smiled on her,
Smiled, Fulvia, and she – Why do you cloud?
Fulvia: I would this were undone.
Charles: Undone? Undone?
You would it were – ?
Enter Helena
Ah, Greek! Our Fulvia,
Who is as heart and health about our doors,
Has speech for you. And polities
Untended groan for me. (He goes.
Fulvia (looking sadly at her): Girl – child —
Helena: Why do
You call me so with struggle on your breast?
Fulvia: You're very fair.
Helena: And was so free I thought
The world brimmed up with my full happiness.
Fulvia: But find it is a sieve to all but grief?
Helena: Is it then grief? I have not any tears,
Yet seem girt by an emptiness that aches,
Surrounds and whispers, what I dare not think
Or, shapened, see.
Fulvia: It stains too as a shroud
The morrow's face?
Helena: You look at me – I think
You look at me, as if – ?
Fulvia: No child.
Helena: Why am
I in this place? You fear for me?
Fulvia: Fear?
Helena: Yes!
A dumb dread trembles from you sufferingly.
Fulvia: It is not fear. Or – no! – has vanished quite,
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