Orsino. And safe Appointed for the deed an hour too soon. Within Petrella. He passed by the spot Giacomo. Are we the fools of such contingencies? 35 And do we waste in blind misgivings thus The hours when we should act? Then wind and thunder, Which seemed to howl his knell, is the loud laughter With which Heaven mocks our weakness! I henceforth Orsino. See, the lamp is out. Giacomo. If no remorse is ours when the dim air Orsino. Why, what need of this? But light the lamp; let us not talk i' the dark. 40 45 50 Giacomo (lighting the lamp). And yet once quenched I cannot thus relume My father's life: do you not think his ghost Once gone You cannot now recall your sister's peace; Giacomo. O, speak no more! I am resolved, although this very hand 55 60 Orsino. There is no need of that. Listen: you know Olimpio, the castellan of Petrella In old Colonna's time; him whom your father Degraded from his post? And Marzio, That desperate wretch, whom he deprived last year 65 Of a reward of blood, well earned and due? Giacomo. I knew Olimpio; and they say he hated Old Cenci so, that in his silent rage His lips grew white only to see him pass. Orsino. Marzio's hate Matches Olimpio's. I have sent these men, 70 But in your name, and as at your request, Giacomo. Only to talk? Orsino. The moments which even now Pass onward to to-morrow's midnight hour May memorize their flight with death: ere then And made an end . . Giacomo. Listen! What sound is that? 75 Orsino. The house-dog moans, and the beams crack: nought else. Giacomo. It is my wife complaining in her sleep: I doubt not she is saying bitter things Of me; and all my children round her dreaming Orsino. Whilst he Who truly took it from them, and who fills If e'er he wakes 80 85 Orsino. Why, that were well. I must be gone; good-night. When next we meet-may all be done! And all 91 [Exeunt. SCENE I.-An Apartment in the Castle of Petrella. Enter CENCI. Cenci. She comes not; yet I left her even now Vanquished and faint. She knows the penalty : Of her delay yet what if threats are vain? Or fear I still the eyes and ears of Rome? 5 Be overworn? Tame her with chains and famine? Hide thee from my 91 may all be done! done, and all ed. 1819. Enter LUCRETIA. Thou loathed wretch! abhorrence: fly, begone! GIACOMO: And all ed. 1821; GIACOMO: May all be 4 not now ed. 1821; now not ed. 1819. Yet stay! Bid Beatrice come hither. Oh, Lucretia. As thou wouldst save thyself from death and hell, 15 20 Cenci. What! like her sister who has found a home 25 To mock my hate from with prosperity? 30 At thy presence Strange ruin shall destroy both her and thee Cenci. repentance. Why-such things are 35 39 Well... well ... [A pause; LUCRETIA approaches anxiously, and then shrinks back as he speaks. One, two; Ay... Rocco and Cristofano my curse 45 Life a worse Hell than that beyond the grave: Beatrice shall, if there be skill in hate, 50 He is so innocent, I will bequeath The memory of these deeds, and make his youth 55 Of my possessions nothing but my name; Lest death outspeed my purpose, let me make Lucretia. (Stops him.) 60 65 [Going. Oh, stay! It was a feint: 70 She had no vision, and she heard no voice. I said it but to awe thee. That is well. Vile palterer with the sacred truth of God, To bend her to my will. Lucretia. Oh! to what will? What cruel sufferings more than she has known Cenci. 75 Andrea! Go call my daughter, 80 She shall stand shelterless in the broad noon Of public scorn, for acts blazoned abroad, One among which shall be . . . What? Canst thou guess? She shall become (for what she most abhors Shall have a fascination to entrap Her loathing will) to her own conscious self Her corpse shall be abandoned to the hounds; Speak, pale slave! What Andrea. My Lord, 'twas what she looked; she said: 'Go tell my father that I see the gulf Of Hell between us two, which he may pass, I will not.' [Exit ANDREA. 100 Her coming is consent: and say, moreover, Ha! [Exit LUCRETIA. With what but with a father's curse doth God Enter LUCRETIA. Well; what? Speak, wretch! Lucretia. She said, 'I cannot come; God! Go tell my father that I see a torrent Hear me! If this most specious mass of flesh, Which Thou hast made my daughter; this my blood, Or rather, this my bane and my disease, Whose sight infects and poisons me; this devil Which sprung from me as from a hell, was meant Such virtues blossom in her as should make With leprous stains! Heaven, rain upon her head 130 Those love-enkindled lips, warp those fine limbs Lucretia. 135 Peace! Peace! For thine own sake unsay those dreadful words. When high God grants He punishes such prayers. Cenci (leaping up, and throwing his right hand towards Heaven). He does His will, I mine! This in addition, That if she have a child . . Lucretia. Horrible thought! Cenci. That if she ever have a child; and thou, 140 |