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No corrections have been made to the OCR-ed text and no editing has been done to the content of the original document. Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. CARLES DI TOCCA This page in the original text is blank. CHARLES DI TOCCA A Trageaty By Cale YIoing Rice McClure, Phillips c Co. New York 1903 COPYRIOHT. 1903, BY CALE YOUNG RICE Fubliebed, March, 1903, R To My Wife This page in the original text is blank. CHA4RLES DI TOCCA CHARLES DI TOCCA A4 Tragedy CHARLES DI TOCCA. Duske of Leuradia, Tyrant of Arta, etr.. ANTONIO DI TOCCA. . His son. HiEMON .A. . . . . . A Greek noble. BARDAS . ... . . . Ilis friend. CARDINAL JULIAN . . The IPope's Ligeate. AGABUS . ... . . . .A mad monk. CECCO. .. . .... Senrhatl of the Castle. FULVIA COLONNA Under the duke's p)rftertion. HELENA ..... . . . ;Sister to Hammon. GIULIA .. .. . . . Serving Fulvia. PAULA ....... Serving Helena. LYGIA PHAON .I.. .. vpellers. ZOE BASIL NARDO, a boy, and DiOc.EN ES, a philosopher. A Captain of the Guard, Soldiers, Guests, Attendants, etc. Timee: Fifteenth Century. ACT ONE Scene.-The Island Leucadia. A ruinbed temple of Apollo near the town of Pharo. Broken columns and stones are strewtn, or stand deso- lately about. It is niight-the miooni rising. ANTONIO, who has been waititig impatiently, seats himself on a stone. Ry a road near the rtins FULVIA enters, cloaked. ANTONIO (turning): Helen-! FrLVIA: A comely name, riy lord. ANTONIO: Ah, you Mv father's unforgetting Fulvia FULVIA: At least not Helena, whoe'er she be. ANTONIO: And did I call you so FULVIA: Unless it i These stones have tongue and passion.  s C(HA RLES DI TOCCA ANTONIO0: Then the nig Recalling dreams of dim antiquity's Heroic bloom worked on me.-But whence are Your steps, so late, alone FrLvlIA: From the Cardin Who has but come. ANTONIO: What comfort there FrUTIA: XNrith do( The moody bolt of Rome broods over us. ANTONIO: My father will not bind his FULVIA: 'Wrou with him walked to-day. sai I lie ANTONIO: I With him to-day Ah, true. What done FULVIA: He has been strange of late an laughs, Seeing the Cross, but softly and almost As it were some sweet thing he loved. [ 4 ] -ht a1] heresy What may be d silent, oM CHARLES DI TOCCA ANroxio (absently): As if 'Twere sone sweet thing-he laughs-is strange -you say FruIvlA : Stranger than is Antonio his soI, WIho but for sonie expectancy is vacant. (,S'he mnakes to go.) Av'romlo: Stay, Fulvia, though I am not in poise. Last ni-iht I dreamed of you: in vain you hovered To reach me from the coil of swift Charybdis. (A low cry, ANTON\IO starts.) FULVIA : A woman's voice! (Looking dowen the road.) And hasting here! ANTroNo: Alone L'ul.vIA : No, with another! ANroN o0: Go, then, Fulvia. 'Tis one would speak with me. FULVIA: Ah (She goes.) Enter HELENA frightt'dly with PAULA. [ 5 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA HELENA: Antonio ! ANTONIO: My Helena, what is it You are wan And tremble as a blossom quick with fear Of shattering. What is it Speak. HE:LfENA: Not tlue! 0, 'tis not true! ANTONIO: What have You chanced upon HELENA: Say no to me, say no, and no again! ANTON-IO: Say no, and no HELENA: Yes; I am reeling, wrung, With one glance o'er the precipice of ill! Say his incanted prophecies spring from No power that's more than frenzied fantasy! ANTONIO: Who prophesies Who now upon this isle More than visible and present day Can gather to his eye Tell me. HELENA: The monk- Ah, chide me not !-mad Agabus, who can [ 6 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Unsphere dark spirits fioiii their evil airs And show all things of love or death, seized me As hither I stole to thee. With wild looks And wilder lips he vented on my ear Boding iore wild than both. " Sappho! " he cried, -Sappho ! Sappho!" and probed my eyes as if Destiny moved dark-visaged in their deeps. Thell tore his rags and inoaned, "So young, to cease ! . Gazed then out into awful vacancy And whispered hotly, following his gaze, "The Shadow! Shadow !" ANTONIO: This is but a whim, A sudden gloomy surge of superstition. Put it from you, my Helena. HELENA: But he flas often cleft the future with his ken, Seen through it to some lurking misery [ 7 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA And mar of love: or the dim knell of death Heard and revealed. ANTONIO: A witless monk who thinks God lives but to fulfil his prophecies! HELENA: You know hini not. 'Tis told in vouth he loved One treacherous, and in avengre made fierce Treaty with Hell that lends himt sight of all Ills that arise from it to mnated hearts ! Yet look not so, my lord! I'll trust thine eyes That tell me love is master of all times, And thou of all love ma.ter! AN-TONIO: And of thee, Then will the winds return unto the night And flute us lover songs of happiness ! HELENA: Nor dare upon a duller note while here We tryst beneath the moon [ 8 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA AN'roNlo: My perfect Greek! Athene looks again out of thv lids. And Venus trembles in thy every limb! IIELENA: Not Venus, ah, not Venus! ANTONIO : Now; again HELENA 'Twas on this temnple's ancient gate she founid Wounded Adonis (lea(1, and to forgret, Like Sappho leape(,'tis said, fromii yonder cliff D)own to the waves' oblivion below. ANTONIO: And will you read such terror in a tale HFILENA: Forgive me, then. ANTONIO: Surely you are unstrung, And yet there is (Turn-s awagfrom her.) HELENA: Is what Antonio ANTONIO: Nothing: I who must ebb with you and flow A little was moved. [ 9 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA HE LENA Not you, not you! I'll change MIv tears to laughter, if but falntasy May so unniettle you Not mioved, indeed Not iiioved, Aiitoiiio ANTONIO: W\ell, let us off; My Helena, with these IilUnb awes that wind About our joy. HELENA Thy- kiss then, for it can Drive all gloom out of the worl(l ANTONIo- And thine, my own, On Fate's hard brow would shame it of all frownvn ! HELENA : Yet is thine mightier, for no frown can be WXrhen no more glooln's in the world ANTONIO: But 'tis thy lips That lend it Inight. If I pressed other HELENA : Other! You should not know that any other lips [ 1() J CHARLES DI TOCCA Coul( e'er be pressed ; I'll have no kiss l)ut his Who is all blind to every mouth but mine! (Break.s from him.) AN'roNIo: ()h -Well. HELENA: " Oh-well "-Then it is well go! AN'TONIO: Perhaps. HELENA: "Perhaps ! " (Aifake.y to g ANToNIo: Good-nigiht. H l.ENA (returning): Antonio- ANTON 1o: Ah ! still HI:LExNA: Trhere's gloom in the world aga ANTONIO (ki.5Ying her): 'Tis gor HELENA: Not all, I think. ANTONIO: Two for so small a glooi (Kisses her again.) HELENA: So small! ANTONIO: And still you sigh HELENA: Tlhe vainest -lou [ 11 ] ro. ) 111. le f LIl L ,Ills I CHARLES DI TOCCA To-night seem ominous-as cloud-flakes flung Upward before the heaving of the west. (In fright) Oh! ANTONIO: Helena! HELENA: See, see! 'tis Agabus! Einter AGABUS unkenipt anld distracted. A(;ABUS: O-lovers! lovers! Lord have none of them ! AN-TONIO: Good monk- AGABUS: O-yes, yes, yes. You'd give me gold To pray for your two souls. (Crossing himself) Not I! Not I! Know you not love is brewed of lust and fire : It gnaws and burns, until the Shadow-Sir, (Searching about the air.) Have you not seen a Shadow pass ANTON-IO: A Shadow AGABUS: Silent and cold. A-times they call him Death: [L2] CHARLJES DI TOCCA I'd have him for my brain-it shakes with fever. (Goes searching anxiously. HELFNA: Antoniio - ANTONIO: You'te calm HFLENA: Yes, very calm- Of impotence-as one who in a tomb Awakes and waits ANTONIO: He is but mad. HELENA: But mad. ANTONIO: Yet fear you still (A shout is heard.) H LENLA: Who is it soldiers come From Arta ANTONIO: Yes. HELENA: And by this road !-They must Not see us ! ANTONIO: No. But quick, within this breach (They conceal thenselves in the breach. [ 13 ] CHARLES Dl TOCCA The solriers p7ass arross the stage. The last, as all shout " T)i TocCA ! " strikes a rolumn neair hiu,. It falls, aud HELFN\A starts foraIrd shuddering.) HELENA F: allen ! Ah, fallen ! See, Antonio! ArTO\-IO: What now I H1EFLENA (TWaying): It is as if the earth were wind Under my feet! A\-ro-lo: Are all things thus become Omen and dread to you H HPELIF-N-A: 0, but it is The pillar grieving Venus leant upon Ere to forget she leapt, and wrote, When fall. this pillar tall and proud Let surest lovers weave their shroud. ANTONIO: Nere myth! HFLENA: The shroud ! It coldly winds about us-coldly ! [ 14] CHARLES DI TOCCA ANTONIO : Should a vain hap so desperately move you HELENA: The breath and secret soul of all this night Are burdened with forehoding ! And it seems- ANTONIO : You must not, Helena! HELENA : My love, my lord- T ouch me lest I forget my natural flesh In this unnatural awe! (He takesr her to him.) Ah how thy arms Warm the cold moan and misery of fear (ult of my veins. ANTONIO : You rave, but in me stir Again the attraction of these dim portents. Nav, quiver not ! 'tis but a passing mist, And this that runs in us is worthless (drea(l! HFLNA But ah, the shroud ! the shroud! ANTONIO: We'll weave no shroud, shut we(ldling robes and wreaths andl pageantry! L 15 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA And you shall be my Sappho-but through joys Such as shall legend ecstasy about Our knitted names when distant lovers dream. HELEN-A I'll fear no more, then ANTONIO: Yet HELENA: My lord, let us Unloose this strangling secrecy and be Open in love. 'My brother, Hlrmon, let Our hearts betrothed exchange and hope be told Him and thy father! ANTONIO: This cannot be-now HELENA: It cannot be, and you a god I'll bow Before your eyes no more !-sav that it can! ANTONIO: Not yet-not now. Hoemon's sus- picious, quick, And melancholy: must be won with service. And you are Greek, a name till yesterday I never knew pass in the portal to [ 16 1 CHARLES DI TOCCA My father's ear, but it came out his mouth Headlong and dark with curses. HELENA: Yet of late He oft has smiled upon me as he passed. ANTONIO: Oil you-my father 0, he only dreamt, And saw you not. HFLFNA: Then have you also dreamt! He looked as you, when, moonlight in my hair, You call me- ANTONIO: Stay: I'll call you so no more. HELENA: You'll call me so no more ANTONIO: No more. H ELEN A: Why do You say so-is it kind ANTONIO: Why -why Because Words were they miracles of beauty could As little reveal you as a taper's ray The lone profundity and space of night! [ 17 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA HELENA: And yet - ANTONIO: And(1 yet HELE-NA: I'll hold you not too false If sometimes they trip out upon your lips. ANTONIO: Or to my father's eye lIhFIENA : If he but look I pon me for thy sake. ANTONIO: He smiled, you sayv HELENA Gently, as one might in forgetting pain. ANTONIO: Perhaps: for some unwonted soft- ness seems -Near him. But yesterday he called for song, Dancing and wine. HELENA: Then tell him ! These are years So dyed in crime that secrecy must seem Yoke-mate of guilt. ANTONIO: Fear has bewitched you-shaiiie HELENA: Antonio, love's wave has cast us high [ 18 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA I would do all lest now it turn to fate Under our feet and draw us out- ANTONIO: 'Twill not! Enter PAULA. PAULA: My lady, some one comes. HELENA: And is the world Not space enough but he must needs come here! If it were- ANTONIO: Hmmon -Twere perhaps not ill. HELENA: I know not! Broodings smoulder from his moods Feverous bitter. ANTONIO: Kindness then shall quench them. But now, away. Forget this dread and be you By day my lark, by night my nightingale, Not a sad bird of boding! HELENA: With the day All will be well. ANTONIO: Remember then you are  CHARLES DI TOCCA Only a little stept from your life's shore Out on the infinite of love, whose air Is awe and mystery. HELENA: I go, my lord. Think of me oft! ANTON;IO (taking her in his arms): My Helena! (She goes with PAULA. He steps aside and watches the (Ipproavhing forms.n) 'Tis Hoemon! My father! Enter CHARLESfrieyndIy, with H. F.iON. CHARLES: So, no farther you'll stop here H.E-oN: Sir, if you grant it. I CHARLES (twittingly): Some rendezvous Who is she Ah, young blood and Spring and night! H-moN: No rendezvous, my lord. CHARLES: Some lay then you Would muse on  CHARLES DI TOCCA H.EmoN: Yes, a lay. CHrARL.ES: And one of love The word, you see, founts easy to my lips. 11ith coqfiIcntiual archness.) 'Tis recent in my thought-as you will learn. H.MOFN- : How, sir, and when CHARLES: 0, when Be not surprised !- Well, to the lay (He goe. H.F-moN: Cruel! His soldiers waste The bread of honesty, the hope of age! Are drunken, bloody, indolent, and lust To tear all innocence away and robe Our loveliest in shame !-Yet me, a Greek, lie suddenly befriends! AN roNIO (corniingforward): Heniono- H.Fmo.\N: Ah, you ANTONIO: There's room between your tone and courtesy.  CHARLES DI TOCCA H.EMtoN: And shall be while I'm readier to bend Over a beggar's pain than prince's fingers. AN-TONIO: And Vet you know me better H.EmoN: Than to believe You're not Antonio, son of Charles di Tocca ANTONIO : I'd be your friend. H.EmoN: So would he: and he smiles. ANTONIO: There are deep reasons foi it. H.EMON: With him too! Against a miracle, you are his heir! ANTONIO: I think it would be well for you to listen. My confidence once curbed H.Emo.N : May bite and paw Let it! for fools are threats, and cowards. Were You Tamerlane and mine the skull should cap A bloody pyramid of enemies, I'd ! ANTONIO: Hear me. Will you be so blind [ 22 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA H.IImoN: To your Fair graces No, my lord-not so. Your sword Anrd doublet are sublimely worn ! sublimely! Your curls would tempt an ellpress' fingers, and- ANTONIO: Why is my anger silent H.E.NION: Let it speak And not this subtle pride! You would be friend, A friend to me-a friend !-Did not your father Into a sick and sunless keep cast mine Because he was a Greek and still a Greek, Amid would not be a slave His cunning has Not whispered death about him as a pest Ile-he, my friend and you -And I on him Should lean, anmd flatter ANTONIOI: Cease: though he has stains The times are tyrannous and rmen like beasts Find inercy preservation's enemy. [ 23 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA You're heated with suspicion and old wrong, But take my hand as pledge H.EMON (refusing it): That you'll be false Enter BARDAS. BARDAS: I've sought you, 11wmon. Antonio We are WVell met then : to your doors my want was bent With a request. ANTON-IO: Which gladly I shall hear And if I can will grant. BARDIAS: My haste is blunt- As is my tongue. HE.Eo- : Then yield it us at once, Our mood is so. BARDAS: Hwnion, I love your sister. Not love: I am idolatrous before Her foot's least print, and cannot breathe or pray But where she's sometime been and left a heaven [ 24 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA H.E.-EioN: Therefore you'll ciy it maudlin at the streets BARDAS: Necessity's not over delicate. Antonio, sue for me. You have been apt In all love's skill they say. My oath on it Your words once sown upon her listening Would not lie fruitless did they bid her yield More than her most. HF._Nio-, : Bardas! Do you-Does such Unseemliness run in your thought BARDAS: Peace, Hiemon. Antonio, speak. ANTONIO: You're strange in this request. Helena, whom I've seen, would little thank The eyes that told her own where they should love. BARDAS: I saved your life, my lord. ANTONIO: And I've besought Occasion oft for loaning of some chance [ 25 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Worthily to repay you. If 'tis this, I am distrest. I cannot plead your suit. BARDAS: You cannot or you will not ANTONIO: I have said. Ask me for service on your foes, for gold, Faith or devotion, friendship you're aloof to, For all that will and honor well may render With nicety, and I'll be wings and heart, More-drudge to your desire. H.fON : Nobly, my lord! Bardas, you must atone BARDAS: Peace. Hwlmon. H.EioNl: Peace Is goad and gall! Why do you burn my cheek With this indignitye BARDAS: Do you ask why (to ANTONIO.) A little since one of your father's guard Gave his command in seal to Helena Upon the streets, to instantly repair  CHARLES DI TOCCA Unto his halls-which she must henceforth honor. You knew it not ANTONIO: Mv father BARDAS: 0, well feigned. Be sure none will suspect he is too old For knightly feat like this-and that he has A son! ANTONIO: To Helevia! my father! sealed H.ENio-: Bardas, you bring the truth -And so, my lord, You stab me through another-you, my friead ANTOONIO (to BARDAS): Do you mean that- BARDAS: Until this hour I held The race of Charles di Tocca bold, or other But empty of all lies in deed or speech, It grows-a little low ANTONIO: Why you are mad! Are mad! I'm naked of this thing, and hide No guilt behind the wonder of my face. [ 27 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA For Paradises brimming with all Beauty I would not lay one fancy's weight of shame On her you name! BAR DAS: A pretty protest-but A breath too heavenly. ANTONIO: Leave sneering there! You have repaid yourself-cast on me words Intolerable more than loss of life. You both shall learn this night's entangling. But know, between her, Helena, and shame I burn with flaming heart and fearless hand! (Goes angrily. H.EioN-: He can be false and wear this mien of truth BARDAS: I'll not believe ! H.EmoN : But, what: my sister BARDAS: Ah, what !-" He burns with heart I `-have we No flesh to understand this passion then [ 28 ] seized flaming CHARLES DI TOCCA Bound to the wings of wide ambition he Will choose undowered worth -To the ordeal Of mere suspicion's flaming I'd not trust The fairness of his name; but doubts in me Are sunk with proofs. H.Y.\iON: No, no! BARDAS: Unyielding. H.Ni ON: Proof He could not. No! he dare not! BARDAS: Yet the rogue Cecco, the duke's half-seneschal, half-spy, I passed upon the streets o'ermuch in wine, Leaning upon a tipsier jade and spouting With drunken mockery, "'Sweet Helena! Fair Helena!' Pluck me, wench, but the lord Antonio knows sound nuts! And sly! Why hear you now! he gets the duke to seize on the maid! The fox ! The rat! Have I not heard him in his chamber these  CHARLES DI TOCCA thirty nights puff her name out his window with as many honeyed drawls of passion as-as-as- June has buds 'Sweet Helena ! '-la! 'Fair Helena ! '-0! 'Dear Helena! my rose! my queen! my sun and moon and stars ! Thy kiss is still at my lips, thy breast beats still on mine! mv Helena ! '-lVm! Oh,'tmust be a rare damsel. I'll make a sluice between her purse and mine, wench; do you hear, " H.f;N.0io: Wrell-well BARDAS: No more. 'When I had struck him down, He swore it was unswerving all and truth. Hasting to warn I found Helena ta'en And sought you here. H.E.NtoN (gra.sping his brows): Ah! BARDAS: Helena who is All purity! H.mslos: Ah sister, child !-Have I [ 30] CHARLES DI TOCCA With strength been father and with tenderness A mother been to her unfolding years But to see now unchastest cruelty Pluck her white bloom to ease his idle sense one fragrant hour -If it be so, no flowers Should blossom ; only weeds whose withering Call hurt no heart! BARDAS: These tears should seal fierce oaths Against him ! H. EION : And they shall ! until God wrecks Him in the tempest raised of his outrage ! BARDAS: Then may I be the rock on which he breaks ! But hear; who comes (Revellers are heard ap- piroaching.) We must aside until This mirth is past. (They conveal themtselves.) Enter revellers dressed as bacchanals and bac- chantes, dancing a td singing. [31 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Bacchus, hey! was a god, hei-yo! The vine ! a fig for the rest! With locks green-crowned and lips red-warm- The vine ! the vine's the best ! He loved maids, O-o-ay! hei-yo! The vine! a maiden's breast! He pressed the grape, and kissed the maid!- The cuckoo builds no nest ! (All go danwitng, except LYDIA aned PHAON, who cla.ps and kisses her passionately) LYDIA (breaking from him): Do you think kisses are so cheapy You must know mine fill my purse! A pretty gallant from Naples, with laces and silks and jewels gave me this ring last Xear for but one. And another lover from Venice gave me this (a bracelet)-but he looked so sad when he gave it. Ah, his eves! I'd not have cared if he had given me naught. PHAOIN: Here, here, then! (Offers jewel.) [ 32 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA LYDIA (puttinzg it a.side): They say the ladies in Venice ride with their lovers through the streets all night in boats: an(l the very moon shines more passionately there. Is it true PHAON: Yes, yes. But kiss me, Lydia! Take this jewel-my last. Be mine to-night, no other's! We'll prate of Venice another time. LYDIA: Another time we'll prate of kisses. I'll not have the jewel. PHAON: Not have it! Now you're turning nun! a soft and virgin, silly nun! With a gray gown to hide these shoulders that-shall I whisper it LYDIA: Devil! they're not ! A nice lover called them round and fair last night. And I've been sick ! And-I--cruel ! cruel! cruel! (Revellers are heard returning.) There, they're coming. PHAON : Never mind, my girl. But you mustn't scorn a man's blood when it's afire. [ 33 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Re-enter Revellers singing Bacchus, hey! was a god, hei-yo! etc. (After which. all go, except Zoi: nmd BASIL. ZoF: 0! 0! 0! but 'tis brave! Wine, Basil! Wine, my knight, my Bacchus! I-lo! ho! my god ! you wheeze like a cross-bow. Is it years, my wooer, years -Ah! (She sighs.) BASIL: Sighs-sighs! Now look for showers. ZoE: Basil-you were my first lover-except the duke Charles. Ah, did you see how that Helena looked when they gave her the duke's command I was like that once. (H.f;MON starts forward.) BASIL: Fiends, nymphs, and saints! it's come! tears in your eyes ! Zoe, stop it. Would you have mine leak and drive me to a monastery for shelter! ZOE (sings sadly and absently): She lay by the river, dead, A broken reed in her hand- [ 34 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA A nymph whom an idle god had wed And led from her maidenland. BASIL: 0, had I been born a heathen! ZoF,: He told me, Basil, I should live, a great lady, at his castle. And they should kiss my hand and courtesy to me. He meant but jest- I feared-I feared! But-I loved him! BASIL: Now, my damsel-! Zol: (sings): The god was the great god Jove, Two notes would the bent reed blow, The one was sorrow, the other love Enwove with a woman's woe. BASIL: Songs and snakes! Give me instead a l)ominican's funeral! I'd as lief crawl bare- kneed to Rome and mouth the Pope's heel. 0 blessed Turks with their remorseless harems!- Zoe! [35 CHARLES DI TOCCA ZoE (sings): She lav bv the river (lead: And he at feasting forgot. The gods, shall theY b)e dlisquieted By dread of a mortal's lot (She wipes her yfs., trembles, lofks at himt, and laughs h yster-ially.) Bacchus! my Bacchus! with wet eyes! U'p, tip lad ! there's many a Ctll) for uts yet.! (Thehy go, she leading and singing. He loved maids, (-o-ay ! hei-yo ! The vine ! a maiden's breast! etc. (H.Epound;moN and BARDAS look at each other, then start q1ftcr them terribhy mtoved.) CU[RTArN'. [ 36 ] ACT' TWO .SYcene.-An audience hall 'in the castle (f CHARI.FLS 11 TocCA ; the next afternoon. The dark stained walls have been festooned with viines anlftowers. Ont the left is the ducal throne. Ott the right sunlight through high-set wiin- dlows. In the rear heavil&y drap)ed (loors. Enter CHARLES, who looks aroundl and smiles with subtle content, thent summons a servant. Enter servant. CHARILES: The princess Fulvia. SERVANf: She comes, sir, now. (Goes. Enter FuLVIA. FULVIA: My lord, flowers and vines upon these walls [ 37] CHARLES DI TOCCA That seem always in dismal memory And mist of grief What means it CHARLES : That sprung up, A greedy Inultitu(de upon the fields, Citron and olive were left hungry, so I quelled them ! FiULviA : Magic ever dwells in flowers To waft me back to childhood. (Taknig some.) Poor pluckt lbuds If they couljd speak like children torn fronm 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 [ 38 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA FULVIA: No. CHARLES: We'll have her. (Motions servant.) Go. Say that we wait her here, The lady Helena. (Serv'ant 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 FuLTVIA: I would this were undone. CHARI.ES: 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 i-ne. (He goes. FULVIA (looking sadly at her): Girl-child- [ 39 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA H]:ljNA : \Why do You call me so with struggle on your breast FUIiXIA: You're very fair. HELF.:N-A: 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 whisper. what I dare not think Or, shapened, see. FUiLV IA : It stains too as a shroud The morrovs face HELENA You look at me-I think You look at me, as if ; FULVIA: No child. HELENA: Why anm I in this place You fear for me FULVIA: Fear  CHARLES DI TOCCA HFLENA : Yes! A dumb dread trembles from you sufferingly. FULVIA: It is not fear. Or-no !-has van- ished quite, Ashamed of its too naked idleness. HELENA (shn(ddering): He cannot, will not !- Yet you feared! FULVIAv: Be calm: Beauty is better so. HELENA: Ah, you are cold! See a great shadow reach and wrap at me, Yet lend no light! By gentleness I pray you, What said he FLi.VIA: Child- HELENA: Child !-Ah, a moment's dread Brings age on us !-If not by gentleness, Then by that love that women bear to men, By happiness too fleeting to tread earth, I pray you tell the fear your heart so hides. FULVIA: You are the guest of Charles di Tocca. [41 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Hyi F\NA: Guest Ah, guests are bidden, not commanded.-Where, Where can Antonio be gone. All day No token, quieting! FLuiViA: Antonio, girl Antonio ;-Is it true v Re-enter CHARI.ES. CHARLES: So eager -Truth Has brewed more tears than lies. But, Fulvia, Why doth it mated with Antonio's name Wring thus your troubled hands FuLVIA : My lord CHARLFS: You falter No matter-now. (To HELENA.) But you, my fair one, put More merriment upon your lips and lids, And this (nziving pearls) upon the lu.stre of your throat. Hither our guests come soon. Be with us then, [ 42 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA And at your beauty's best. Now; trembling so Yet is the lily lovelier in the wind! (le looky (after, inusinglq, as s/le goes. FUI.VIA: My lord1 - CHARLES: True, Fulvia-as titles go. FULVIA : My lord CHARLES: rwice-but I'n not two lords. FiULVIA: 1O-n llit, I think you are. But quench your jests. CHARLES: In tears And -roans Where borrow them FrINIA (turning awaty): So let it be. CHARLEkS: Why do you say so be it and sigh as Nought could again be well Ft,lVIA: 0 - CHARLES: Now you frown FULVIA: The hope you nurse, theii, if it prove a pang Of serpent bitterness - [ 43] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES: Prove pang I then But for an " if" must pluck it from me FULVIA: So I must believe. CHARLES: Pluck it from me ! Will you- Now will you have me mouth and foani and thresh The quiet in me to a maelstrom ! This Is mine, this joy; and still is mine, though I To keep it must bring on me bitterness And bleeding and-I rage! FULVIA: Then shall I cease, And say no more No, you are on a flood Whose sinking may be rapid down to horror. And she-this girl ! It has been long since you Gave license rein upon your will, and spur. Do not so now. CHARLES: License FULVIA : She is all morn And dream and dew: make her not dark [ 44 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARILF:s: You think-! FITIVIA: Wake her not, ah, not suddenly on terror ! CHARLES: (n terror! (Laughing.) FI7l.IA: You've laughed nobler. CHARL ES: Fulvia, 1Frien(d of my unrepaying years, dream you I who in empire youth too soon forgot, Who on my brow surprise the wafted dew, The presages of age and death, shake not FULVIA: I knew not, but have waited oft such words. CHARLES: Ah what! this hope, this leaping in me, this White dawn across my turbulence and night, From license -Hear me. I have sudden found A door to let in heaven on my heart. Had I not laughed to see your dread upon it WYrite " license," perilous had been my frown. [ 45 ] CHARLES D)I TOCCA F-1 v IA: YOU will-- CHARLES: Yes-yes! About her brow shall curl The coronet ! Her wishes shall be sceptres 'Waving a swift fulfilment to her feet! Her pity shall leave ready graves unfilled, Her anger open earth for all who offend! She shall FrLVIA : Ah cease, infatuate man! Will you Build kingdoms on the wind, and empires on A girl's ungiven heart CHARLES (sloWly): Unto such love As mine all things are given. FrLVIA: All things but love. CHARLES: Stood she not as in pleading Yes -and to Her cheeks came hurried roses from her heart. And her large eyes, did they not drift to mine Caressing F-yet as if in them they found The likeness of some visitant dear dream. [ 46 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA FIJLVIA: The likeness of some dream CHIARL S: Question no more. She is set in the centre of my need As youth and fiercest passion could not set her. Supernally as May she has burst on My barren age. Pain, envious decay, And douht that mystery wounds us with, and wrong, Flee from the gleam and whisper of her name. FtTLVIA: And if your coronet and heat avail Not with her as might charm of equal years And beauty CHARIES: Then-why then-why there may slip An avalanche of raging and despair Out of me ! Hope of her once taken, all The thwarted thunders of my want would rush Into the void with lightnings for revenge! EIJ'ner A'roNio. ANTONIO: Sir, I'm returned. [ 47 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES: With lightnings that shall-(es him.) You Antonio ' My eyes had other thought. Open your news-but mind 'tis not of failure. AN-TONIO : WVe seized the murderous robbers in their cove And o'er the cliff, as our just law commands, To death flung them. CHARLES: So with all traitors be it. ANTON-IO: So should it. CHARLES: W\ell, 'twas swift. Il you there is More than your mother's gentleness. ANTON-IO: Else were My name di Tocca, sir, and not myself. CHARLES: You have my love.-But as you came met you The cardinal ANTONIO: So close he should by this Be at our gates. [ 48] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES: He'll miss no welcome, and- Perhaps-we shall-- (Sminiles on them.) Give me that cross you wear, My Fulvia. It may ANTONIO: Sir, this is good! We earnestly beseech of you to hear The Pope's embassador with yielding. CHARLES: Ah- But you, boy, draw out of this solitude And musing moodiness. You should think but On silly sighs and kisses, rhvmes and trysts! Must I yet teach your coldness youth (A trumnpet, and sound of opening gates.) Draw out ! ANTONIO: I have to-day desired some words of this. Enter CECCO. CHARLES: Well, who CECCO: The Cardinal, your grace. [49 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES: Then go, And hid our guests. Bring too Diogenes, Our most amusing raveller of all Philosophies. Say that the duke, his brother, 1iunmbly desires it! (CECCO goes. F1LVIA: And Helena i CHARLES (to ANTONIO): Why do You start, sir -Fulvia, we must look to This callow god our son. Yet, had our court Two eyes of loveliness to drown his heart, I'd think on oath 'twere done. (Goes to the throne.) FrLVIA (low to A&TTONIO): Listen. No word Of Helena! CHARLES : Now ! is it secrets Ft-LvIA: Sir, He scorns to spill a drop of confidence On my too thirsty questions. [ 50 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARIES: Tightly seal up his spirits F1 IJVIA : To prison on stale bread, my Believe he's full of treasons. Does he so Ptlt the rogue lord : I half CHARLES (laughing): I)o vou hear! Because you are the son and scout our foes -Justice is not impossible upon you! The guests enter, anmong themi H.EMION - and BAR- DAS, follow'in1g the CARDINAL. ,JIULIAN and his siiite, an1d last HELENA, whomn FlLVIA leatls asifle. CARDINAL: Peace, worthy duke! CHARLES: And more, lord Cardinal, l\e would to-day enlarge our worthiness WNrith you aild1 with great Rome. CARDINAL: Firmlv I crave It may be so.  ('H A R1I E 1 I) I TO CCA CHAR LFS: Here unto all oiu guests W\Te then do dlisavow our heresies - For faith's as air, as case to life-and seek At your absolving lips release fromn our Rough disobedience. -Nor shall we shun The lash afl(I needled weirght of penitence. (A murmu-r of (i/prfoZvl.) ,JI-LIAN: These words, great lord, fall wise and soothing well. Who so confesses, plants hbeneath his foot A step to scale all impotenice and wrong. Our royal Pope's condlitioJms shall be told, Ple(dge them consentingr seal and you shall be Briefly and fiully free. (.Mlotionvs his secretary.) SECRETARY (ocJn.ti fland ready): "1 Whereas the dluke Di Tocca has offended---" CARDINAL: Pass the offence. Be it oblivion's. On, the penalty.  CHARLES DI TOCCA SECRETARY: "T Therefore the duke di Tocca litimblinw himself Must pay illtO our vatults two hundred duCatts- CHARLP:S: It shall be three. SECRIE;TARY: " Aln(d send a hundred men Armed 'gainst the foes that threaten Italy." CHARLF.s: See to it, yes, Antonio, ere a dawn. SEC('RFT'AR: " He Iiiust also yield up the prinl- cess 1'ulvia WTho's fled her father's house and rithtful mar- riage." YFuLvIA (to JULIAN-) : You told me 11ot of this -no word, Illy lord ! CARDINAL: My silele as Illy speech is not my uw . CHARLES: Ve'll more of it-a measure immore. Read oil. SECRETARY: " And for the better amitv and weal [ 53 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Of Italy anrd Christ's most Holy Church, I-le is enjoine(d to wed with Beatrice (Of Florence. If li wilful boldness grants Obedience, his sins shall melt to rest Under the calin of full frgiveness. He CHARLES: A mild, a courteous, 0 a modest Pope! I must tear from iny happiness a friend Who fled a father's searing cruelty, And east her back in the flames ! And I must bind My crippled years that fare toward the grave In the cold clasp of an unloving hand! No ! No! Then, sir, and Cardinal, 'tis not enough! I pray you swift a'ain to Rome and plead Most suppliantly that I for penance may Swear my true son is shamne-begot, or len(I Mv kin to drink clean of its fouling damp Some pestilent prison ! And 'tis impious too [54 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA That any still should trust my love. Beseech His Holiness' command for death upon them! CARDINAL.: rlhis is your answer CHARLES (rises): A mite ! a inite of it! The rest is I will wed where I will wed Though every hill of earth raise up its pope To bellow at me thunderous damnation! I will-I will- (Falls bark convulsed.) FULVIA (hastening to him) : Charles, ah ! XVine for him, wine ! (It is brought.) ANTONIO: Lord Cardinal, spare yourself more and go. You shall learn if a change may loose this strain. (The CARDINAL goes with eims suite amid imidl reveren(ce.) CHARLFS (struggling): I will-this frenzy-off my throat-! I- (Recovering.) Ali, Thou, Fulvia 'Twas as a fiend swung on me. And shanme! fear oozes out upon miiy brow, [ 55] C'HARLES DI TOCCA And I . (Rises anu calms himself) Forgive, friends, this so sudden wrench I pon your pleasure. One too quick made sainit, Sta)(ls feeblvy: but at once will I atone. W\here is L)iogenes-where is he His Tangled ftaitastic wisdom shall divert us. (D1O;G:NYS, who havs 5to( ufl(onls(cious of all that hlas passed, ivs pithe(lforward.) Ah, peer of Socrates and perf'ect l'lato, Leave your unseeing silence now an(] tell us - Enter AGABI.S gaZing anxlionsly and wildlly before hi inE. Who's this AGABUS (hourysely): W\rhere went he-the Shadow -whither CHARLES: hlio)s this broke fron his grave upon us H AOABUIS (searching still) WYhere I followed hilil--he sped and there was cold! t 56 ] CHARLES D)1I t'OCCA Behind him blows a horror! (AStop- it fals inated awe mefore HI ELENA.) Ali, on lier hea(! His touch! his earthless finger !---and she rots To dust! to dust I AN'TONIO: Ill monk ! are there no men That you must wring a wolmlan so with fear A(,ABUS: Hla, men Christ save all inelm but overlS ! all ! (Cro-.e..se hirt.self.) CHARLES: Aiitonio, how speaks he ANTI'oNIO : Sir, mllost miad With the pestilence of evil prophecy. (To guardl..) Forth with himn! CHARLES: Stay. ANTONIO Let him not, for he will Beguile you to some ravening belief. AGABUS (going Up tO CHARLIES staring at hlm in sruppreysed excitement): A lover! a lover! and he loves in vain! [ 57 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA WXrilt go There is a cave-(taking his hand), well curse her-come I CHARI.F.S: Out! out! (Throws him from the da;is.) A(;ABUS: Christ vacantl .) Has no one seei none rH save all men but- Ah, the Shadow! him ll none -the (Seek-ing Shadow (Goes dazed. Guests wehisper, a wed. CHARLES He is obsessed-vile utterly! A GU-Fsi'i ( I pray, good-night. ANOTHER: And I, my lord. ANOTHER: And ANOTHER: And CHARLES: Friends, you shall not-no. pall will pass, My hospitality is up, you shall not! ANOTHER: Pardon, () duke, w-e [ 58 ] ) duke, I This CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES Though some grudging wind Blows us away from mirth, 'tis still in view, XVe've lute and dance that yet shall bring us in. IST LADY: 0, dance! CHARLES: Cecco, our Circes fromt the Nile. (Cri:'cco goes. '2D LADY: The Nile! Ah, Cleopatra's Nile CHARLES: Hter own And Sinuous as Nile water is their grace. Enter two Egyptian girl.s, who (laice, thenr go. GUESTS (applauding) : Bravely !-0, brave! CHARLES: Do they not whlirl it lithe With limbs like swallow wings upon the blue IST LADY : 'Twas witchery! 3D LADY : Such eyes! such hair! 2L) LADY: And thus, Did Cleopatra thus steal Antony Wrap him about with mnotioii that wvould seize [ 59 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA His senses to an ecstasy . 0, oh, 'ITo dance so! CHARL LS: And so steal an Antonyi We'll fiaiaie a law on thieving of men's heart's! 2D LADY : Then, vainly! 'tis a theft men like the most. CHARLES: When in its stead the thief has left her own- But shall we woo no boon of mirth save dance A lute! a lute! (One is gone for.) Some new lay, HMnion, come! And every word must dip its syllables In Pindar's spring to trip so lightly forth. H.pound;EmIoN: I have no lay. CHARLES: The lute! (It i.s offred H1EsmoN.) Sing us of love That builds a Paradise of kisses, thinks The Infinite bound up in an embrace. [ 60 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Whose sighs seem to it. hurricanes of pain, Whose tears as seas of molten misery. H.UmON: I have none-cannot. CHARLES: Now will you fright off Again our timid cheer H.EMNoN: W\hile she, my sister-! (The late is rffered tigain.) I cannot, will not! CHARLFS : Will not will not Look! I had an honor pluckt to laurel it, A wreath of noble worth, a thing to tell- H.fmo : Honor upon dishonor sits not well. CHARLES (not hearing): Heat me not with de- nial. Is new bliss liaised from the dead in me but to fall back As stone ere it has breathed Have I so frequent Drained you Be slow to tempt me-In me moves Peril that has a passion to leap forth! [61 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA HRfox: Antonio, speak! Where's innocence and where Begins deceit FU-LVIA (to Hv..(to)N sile): Ask it not, or you step On waiting hazard and calamity. ('CTARIES: New fret and new confusion In the blind Power anid passing of this night is there Conlspiracy -plot of some here P ol of That One whose necromancy wields the world I care not!-I care not! We must have mirth! Have mirth! though it be laughter at damned souls. H.iEMNioI: And I must wake it I with laugh and lay, I)oting upon dishonor CHARLES: What means he H--Nto\-: Give me again my sister from these walls,  CHARLES DI TOCCA Since might is yours, strip from me wealth and life And more, and all-but let her not, no, no, Meet here the touch and leprosy of shame! CHARLES (laughin1g): Said I not, said I, friendls, we should have mirth You shall laugh with me laughter bright as wine. ANTONIO: But, sir, this is not good for laugh- ter! Sir! H.E.NMON (to AvroNmo): Ah, put the lamb on- bleat mock sympathy! CHARLES (still laughing): Fulvia, 0, he foots it in the tracks Of your own fear! and wanders to delusion! H.EONto: Will you laugh at me, fiend! CHARLES: Boy! H EMON: Had I but Omnipotence a moment and could dash Annihilation on you and your race! (Throws his glove in ANToINLo'sface.) [ 63 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA HELENA: Hw-mon! IFULVIA (restraining her): No, Helena. CHARLES: Omnipotence And could Omnipotence make such a fool There must be two Gods in the world to do it. H.EMON: She shall not ! (Attenmpts to kill HELFNA.) ANTONIO (preventing): Fury !-Ah! what would you do CHARLES: Such things can be A sister, yet he strikes (H.EoIN is seized.) HELENA : 0 let me speak with him, sir, let me speak ! CHARLES: Not now, girl, no, not now-lest in his breath Be venom for thee! (To soldiers.) Shut him from our gates Till he repent this fever. (H1.vMON goyes quietly out.) [ 64 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA (To gnests who are .iispiscirws and iinde- termriied.) If you stare so Will the skies stop! Have I not arm in arm Friended this youth and meant him honor still Leave me. I had a thing to tell; but it Must wait more seasonable festivity. (To PAULA.) See to thy mistress, child. Anto- nio, stay. (All go but ANTONIO and CHARLES, who leaves his chair slowly and with dejection.) ANTONIO: Father - CHARLES (unheeding): Did I not humble me ANTONIO: Father CHARLES: Or ask more than a brevity of joy To bud on my life's withering close ANroNio: But, sir ! CHARLES: If it bud not ! ANTONIO: What thought impels and wrings These angers from your eyes [ 65 1 CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES (slocly, gazing at him): You're like vour mother. ANTONIO : In trouble for your peace, more than in feature. CHARLES: Peace-peace Antonio, a dream has come: To stir-to wake-to learn it is a dream- I must not, will not look on such abyss. You love me, boy ANTO\IO: Sir, well: you cannot doubt it. CHARLES: There has been darkness in me- and it seems Such night as would put out a heaven of hope, Quench an eternity of flaming joy! I have sunk down under the world and hit On nethermost despair: flown blind across An infinite unrest! Ax-Nromlo: Forget it, now.  CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES: Had I drunk Lethe's all 'twould not have stilled The crying of my desolation's want. Within me tenderness to iron turned, Gladness to worm and gloom.-But 'tis o'erpast. A rift, a smile, a breath has come-blown me From torture to an ecstasy. ANTONIO: To-- CHARLES: Ecstasy! Such as surrounds Hyperion on his sun, Or Pleiads sweeping seven-fold the night. ANTONIO: And you-this breath CHARLES: Is-you are pale! And press your lips from trembling! ANTONIO: No-yes-well- This ecstasy CHARLES: Is love! is love that- How You feign! distress and groaning tear in you! ANTONIO: No. She you love- [ 67 ] CHARLES 1DI TO('CA CHARLES: O, Eve new-hurst on Eden, All pure with the prime beauty of God's breath, ras not so! A-ToNIo: She is Helena -the Greek CHARLES : She-Still you do not ail -Yes, Helena, Who-But you are not well and cannot share This ravishment !-I will not ask it-now. This ravishment!-Ah, she has stayed the tread And stilled the whispering of death: has called Echoes of youth fiom me! and all I feared.. I think-you are not well. Shall we go in C IURTAIN. [ 68 ] ACT THREE AScene.-The gardelis oJf the castle. Paths meet nu11der a large line in the ((eitre, where seats are placed. The wall of the garden crosses the rear, atd has a postern. It is night of the samne dacy, and behind a convent on a near hill the 'moon is ri.sing. A nightingale sings. Enter GIUI.IA, Cif:cco, and NALDO. GIULIA: That bird! Always so noisy, always vain Of gushing. Sing, and sing, sing, sing, it must As if nobody else would speak or sleep. (0':cco: Let the bird be, nmy jaunty. 'Tis no lie The shrew and nightingale were never friends. GIULIA: No more were shrew and serpent. CEcco: Well what would You scratch fron ne [ 69] CHARLES DI TOCCA GIUIIA: If there is anything To be got from you, then it must be scratched. CECCO Yet shrews do not scratch serpents. GIULlA If they're caught Where they can neither coil nor strikeK CFCco: Wvell, I Begin to coil. GIULIA : And I'll begin to scotch You ere 'tis done.-Give me the postern key. CEcco: Your lady's voice-but you are not your lady. GIULIA: And were I you not long would be your lord's. Give me the key. CECCO: I coil-I coil! will soon Be ready for a strike, my tender shrew. GIULIA: Does the duke know you've hidden from his ear [ 70 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Antonio's passion does he -ah -and shall I tell him ah CFcco: You heard then GIIJLIA: He likes well What's kept so thriftily. CEcCO (scowling): You want the key To let in Boro to chuck your baby face And mnoon with you! He's been discharged- take care. GIULIA: The duke might learn, too, you're not clear between His ducats and your own. CECCO: There then (gives key), but GIULIA (as he goes): Oh And shrews do not scratch serpents You may spy, But others are not witless, I can tell you! (Crcco gy)es. Now, Naldo (gives him key and writing), do not lose the writing. But [71 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Should you, he must not come till two. For 'tis At twelve the Greek will meet Antonio. (NALTAI goes, through the postern: GIULIA to the castle. Enter HELFNA and PAULAfrOm another part of the gardens. HELENA: At twelve, said he, at twelve, beside the arbor PAULA : Yes, mistress. HELENA: I were patient if the moon Would slip less sadly up. She is so pale- With longing for Endvmjion her lover. PAULA: Has she a lover Oh, how strange. Is it So sweet to love, my lady I have heard Men die and women for it weep themselves Into the grave-yet gladly. HELENA: Sweet Ah, yes, [ 72 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA To terror! for the edge of fate cares not How quick it severs. PAULA: On my simple hills They told of one who slew herself on her Dead lover's breast. Would you do so Would you, my lady HILELNA There's no twain in love. My heart is in my lord Antonio's To beat, Paula, or cease with it. PAULA: But died lie far away HELENA : Far sunders flesh not souls. Across all lands the hush of death on him Would sound to me; and, did he live, denial, Though every voice and silence spoke it, could Not reach my rest !-But he is near. PAULA: 0 no, Not yet, my lady. HELENA: Then some weariness [I 3] CHARLES DI TOCCA Has pluckt the minutes' wings and they have crept. PAUILA: But 'tis not twelve, else would we hear the band Of holy Basil from their convent peace Dreamily chant. HELN-A: Nay, hearts may hear beyond The hark of ears! Listen! to me his step Thrills thro' the earth. (ANTONIO approaches and enters the postern.) 'Tis he ! Go Paula, go: But sleep not. (PAULA hastens out.) (Going to him.) My Antonio, I breathe, Now no betiding fell athwart thy path To stay thee from me! ANTONIO: Stronger than all betiding This hour has reached and drawn me yearning to thee! (Takes her in hi.s armis.) [ 74 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA HELEINA: And may all hours! ANTONIO All! tho' we two will still Be more than destiny-which cannot grasp Beyond the grave. HELENA: 'Tis sadly put, my lord. ANTONIO: Ah, sadly, loathly; but, "'y Helena- HELENA : I would not sink from it, the simple sun- Fade to a tomb! What dirging hast thou heard rro IIIinid thee of it ANTONIO: Love is a bliss too bright To rest on earth. With it God should give us Ever to soar above Inortality. But you must know-! HELENA: Not yet, tell me not yet! Dimily I see the burden in your eyes, But dare not take it yet into my own. Let us a little look upoIm the moon, Forgetting. (They 8eat theitiselves.) [ 75 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA ANTONIO (rnusingly): These hands-this hair- (CLaressing them.) HELENA: Like a farewell Your touch falls on them. ANTONIO (moved): To a father yield theiii HELENA: Antonio ANTONIO (still caressing): No, no! It cannot be! HELENA: This dread-and shrinking-let me have it !-speak! You mean-look on me !-mean, your father - ANTONIO: It must not! must not! HELEN-A: Let him not touch me eN To me come nearer than Ah! Do you mean-he-No! ,en in thy thought, a father may! ANTONIO: He's swept by the sweet contagion of you, wrapt In a fierce spell by your effulgent youth. [ 76 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA HELENA: Say, say it not! To him I but smiled up- But smiled! ANTONIO: He knew not that such smiles could dawn In a bare world. And now is flame; would take Your tenderness into his arms and hear Seized to him the warm music of your heart. 0, I could be for him-he is my father- Prometheus stormed and gnawed on Caucasus, Tantalus ever near the slipping wave, Or torn and tossed to burning martyrdom- But not-not this ! HELENA: Then, flight! In it we may Find haven and new nurture for our bliss. ANTONIO: Snap from his hunger this one hope, so he [ 77 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Must starve: Push him who has but learned there's light Hack into yawning blindness Ah, not flight! H ELENA : I know he is Your father, and my days Ilave been all fatherless, tho' I have made Me child to every wind that had caress And to each lonely tree of the (leep wood- Oft envious of those who touch gray hairs, Or spend desire on filial grief and pang. And most have you a softness in him kept, Been to him more than empire's tyranny-- But baffled none can measure him nor trust! ANTONIO: Yet must we wait. HELE:NA: When waiting shall but goad The speed of peril ANTONIO : Still : and strain to win Him from this brink.-If vainly, then birth, pity, And memory shall fall fiom me !-all, all, But fierceness for thy peace  CHARLES DI TOCCA HE L EN A: ATMy Antony ANTOV IO: And fierceness without falter HELENA: I am thine, Thine more than immortality is God's! Hear, 10oes the nightingale not tell it thee Tlhe stars (lo they not treml)le it, the moon Murmur it argently into thine eyes. AvrONIO: Ah, sorceress! You needlbut breathe to put Abysm from us; hut build words to float us On infinite ecstasy. (Kisses her.) HELENA: How, how thv kisses Sing in me! ANTONIO: Froiii mv heart they (10 but send Echoes born of thy l)eautv midl its strings! HELENA : Then would I lean forever at thy lips, ILOse 110 reverberance, no ring, no waft, Hear nothing everlastingly but them (A mrnornfidl (hant is borniefrom the Con- vent. ThQy slozcly inclasp), (awed.) [ 91 CHARLES DI TOCCA ArovNIo: Weary with vigil does it swell and sink, Moaning the dead. HELENA: Ah, no! There are no dead To-night in all the world. Could God see them Lie cold and wondrous still, while we are rich In warmth and throb! ANTONIO: Yet, hear. The funeral tread Of the old sea sighs in each strain, and breaks. HELENA: As I were drowned and heard it over me, It cometh-cometh! (Her head droop.s bark on his arm. A paiuse.) ANTONIO (touching her farc): Cold! cold!- your lips-your brow! And you are pale as with a prophecy! HELENA: Oh-oh !  (1HARLES DI TOCCA ANTONIO: Your sr Afar and suffering! hFTLENA: A v ANTONIO: Awake from it HEKLEINA (reCovering): A beat ITpon a cliff-and beat! ' Had place in it. ANTONIO: Come to The moon has looked too Ic And can reflect but sorrow. Pirit is not in you hut ision sweeps me. waste of waves that -et thou and I , yon arbour, come. Ing on the sad earth, HELENA: Ah, I fear ! (They go clinging pavsionately together. Enter CHARLES antl Ci:cco. CHARLES : Anid vet it is a little thing to sleep- Just to lie down and sleep. A child may do it. CEcco: If my lord would, here's sleep for him wrapped in A quiet powder. [81 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARL ES: Sleep is ever mate Of peace and should go with it. I have slept In the wild arms of battle when the winds Of souls departing fearfilly shook by, And on the breast of dizzy danger cradled Softly been hilled. Potions should be for them NNVho wrestle and are thrown by misery. CvF:Co : And is my lord at peace CHARLES : Strangely.-Yet seem For sleep too coldly calm. CF:cco: So were you, sir- I keep your words lest you may need of them- On the same night young Hwmon's father went The secret way to death. C(HARLES: Of that !-of that - C:cCo : Pardon, I but CHARLES: Smirker !-Yet, was it so; That night indeed . CECco: Sir, surely. [ 82 ] I CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES: And the moon s 'Scutcheon hung stainless up the purple east Cicco: Half, sir; even as now. CHARLES (as to himnself): Since that hour's close To this I have not stood in so much calm. Still was he not in every vein of him, And breath, a traitor A Greek who-I'll not say it, Since she is Greek I must forget the word Sounds the diapason of perfidy. CECCo: My lord thinks of the gentle Helena CHARLES: And if I do Cwco : Why, sir - CHARLES: Well CECCO: Nothing: but CHARLES: Subtle! your nothing harboreth some theft Of spial. CEco: Sir, I-no-that is- [ 83 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES : 1hat is It does ! Must I-persuade it from your throat (ifaA'es f() (hOA' Nin.) CFcco: It was of lor(d Antonio CHARLFS: Speak then. CEcco: Have you not marked him sundry of his moods CHARLES: W\ell CECCO: On his back in the wood as if the leavees Sung fairy balladryv then riding wild Nowhither and alone: about the castle Yearning, yet absent to soft speech and arms Hell drink, sir. and not know if it be wine CHARLES: So is he! hut to-day he bold un. sheathed His skill and bravery. ClEcco: And did not crave A boon of you [84 1 CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARILES: None. But you put not ill My thought to it. His aspiration flags CECCo: Aul, flags. CHARLES: New wings it nieeds and buoyancy. Miv trust in him is ripe: the fruit of it, lie shall be lord of Arta-total lord. C(r(uo: lie begged no softer boon CHARLES Cunning! again Sleek (fLIestiolns of a sleeker consequence H C:c o: It was, sir, onJly of Antonio. CHARLES: WYorIm, you began so. Stretch now to the end, Or-will you Cv((o: I would say-would ask-and hope Trhere is no thorny hint in it to vex you, To prick your humior-may not he be sick, Amorous, mellow sick upon sonme maid CHARI.F:S Have yOU s(o labored to this atom's birth [851 CHARLES DI TOCCA Is a boy's passion so new under the moon You gape at it CECCO: But if, sir- CHARLES: I had thought Would start up in your words some Titan woe, No human catapult could war upon ! Some dread colossal doom, frenzied to fall! Were it he's traitor gnawing at my throne, Or ready with some potent cruelty To blight this tenderness new-sprung in me- I would-even have listened! (Noise is heard at the postern. It is uin- locked. H.EmOv enters, and stops in consternation.) CHARLES: Keys To-this H.E1oN: 1-have excuse. CHARLES: Perchance also you have Them to my gems and secrecies Shall I Not show their hiding -rubies, and fair gold [ 86 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA HLEMON: Mistake me not, my lord. CHARLES: I could not : yOU Have come at midnitght-a most honest hour. Enter this posterni-a miiost honest way, And seemi most honest-Why, I could iiot, sir! H.E.moN: You wrong ime, and have wronged me. I but come To loose my sister. CHARLES: As to-day you would Have loosed her with a piercing-into death H.E.Iox: Rather, could I! Antonio-yet iieither. Since you, not he, are here, my passion melts Into a plea. Humbly as manhood may- CHARLES: This fever still H.EmON : This fever ! AMust I be As ice while soiling flaimies leap out at her And passionless-as one cold in a trance Rigid while she in stealth is drugged to shame Be voiceless and be vain, unstung, and still  CHARLES DI TOCCA I must wait softly while her innocence Is (draine(1 as virgin freshness from the morn Though he were twice Antonio and your son, An emperor and a god, I would not! ClALvES: Ever, An(l ever bent upon Antonio Be not a torrent, boy, of rush an(l foam. lie not, of roar !-Yet-look : Antonio You sai(1 Antonio H pound;X0o-N: Yes. CHA.KFvS (troubled): You did ill To sav it ! He'x mn son. H.pound;E.o N: I care not. CHARLES: Have You cause-a ground-some reason Men should w heie Suspicions curve their lips. H.E.NioN: Cause! reason! CHARLES: No  CHARLES DI TOCCA He is my son. His flesh has memories That would cry out andl cur(lle him to madness, Palsy all(1 strangyle every preglnant wxish, (Or bring in him (comipassion like a flood. H-Ef.ON (conternlIionv.): (O CHARLXS: Never !-Yet, a lurking at niiy brain! Entter PAULA, hurriedly. PAULA : My lord Antonio ! my lady ! (Seeing CHARLES.) (! CHARLES (.strangely): Come here. PAULA : 0, sir CHARLES (taking her wrizyt): Were you not in a haste PAULA : I-I-I do not know. CHARLES: Girl !-W'Vhy do you Drop fearful to your knees PAULA : 'Tis late, sir, late, Let me go in CHARLES: You have a mistress who  CHARLES DI TOCCA Keeps quick temptation in her eyes and hair. A shy miole too lies pillowed on her Cheek- Does she rest well , PAULA : My lord - CHARLES: Ah, you would say She sometimies walks asleep: and you have come To fetch her. PAULA : Loose me, sil ! CHARLES: Her kerchief in sotne nook: you PAU LA: Your eves! your eyes! CHARLEs: I ha, Not like them PAULA : My wrist. sir! CHARLES: It wa, You could not see him cleai PAULA: CHARLES (looking about): [ 90 ] Or she has left seek it 0, ye a son: are his s night, then-night ly MerCy ! Yet CHARLES DI TOCCA Perchance he too walks in his sleep. Were it Quite well if they have met-these two that walke PAULA: My lady, my sweet lady! CHARLES (releasi3ng her): Go, for she Still wonderful may lie upon her couch, One arm diopt whitely. If you prayed for her- If you should pray for her-Something may chance: There is so much may chance-we cannot know! (PAULA goes. (Disturbed.) This child who hath but dwelt about her, touched And coiled the mystery of her hair, has might Almost too much! H.E.toN: You cloud me with these words. Were they Antonio's - CHARLES: If I but think is Helena" miust you link " Antonio " to it! Can they not be, yet be apartZ Will winds Not bear thetn, and not sound thei separate! [ 91 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA If angels cry one at the stars will they But echo back the other -This is froth- The froth and fiune of folly. You are thick In falsity, and in disquietude. Another rapture rules Antonio's eye, Not Helena. H.Emox: You know it-yet have led Her to his arms CHARLES: His arms! Ah, mole to burrow Thus under blind and muddy misbelief! To mine is she come here. (Terribly.) Were he a seraph, And did fiom Paradise desire to fold her- No mercy !-But, I will speak as a child, As he who woke with Ruth fair at his feet; Long have I gleaned amid the years and lone. She shall glean softly now beside me-softly, fill sunset fail in me and I am night. H.IMON; This is a gin, a net, and I am fast! [ 92 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES: A net to snare what never has been free HUvMON: Still must it be this tenderness lives false Upon your lips. CHARLES: " Must," say you, "must," vet stand- HEMoN: Then shall he rest-lie easy down and rest In treachery CHARLES: He- H.EMON: Yes. CHARLES You mean HERMON: Yes !-yes! CHARLES: Antonio H.EMoN: Is it not open CHARLES (confusedly): No: Glooms start around me, glooms that seethe and cling. [ 93] CHARLES DI TOCCA HE.f-ox: This maid who called, did she come idly here r You stir you rouse CHARLES: A coldness runs in me. H.E olN: And have not I come strangely on the hour! CHARLES: It 'gins to burn! HEllow-: Not entered a strange way CHARLES: You pause and ever pause upon my patience. 'Twill heave unbearably! [1H.MON : Then hear me, hear !- Senseless against a bank I found a boy, Hurled by some ruthless hoof. Near him this key And writing- CHARLES: Tell it! HofoN-: That avows, mid lines Clandestine of purport, Antonio And Helena, under these shades at twelve- [ 94 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES: You bring on me a furious desola- tion. But Fulvia, ah, she H.iF -,i o,,; : Not there is trust! She is aware and aids in his deceit. This writing says it of her. CHARLES: Fulvia No! No, no !-Though she had sudden whispers for him ! A lie !-Yet fast belief fixes its fangs On me and will not loose me-for against My hope she set a collness and a doubt! () woman woven through all fibres of me! (StartTig ,lT.) But he-! H.E.Iox: Ah then, it runs ill you, the rush And pang that answer mine CHARLES (qutietby): If they are still- H.EoN: Under these shades CHARLES: And-lips to lips [95 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA H.EMON: Ah, God! You will -you will H CHARIES: Hush ! something-No, it was But fate cried out in me, not anY voice. HEmoNo: Dire must he swift. CHARLS E: It cries again.I wvill Not listen ! He's not flesh of mIc-not flesh! A traitor is no son, nor was nor shall be! Though it shriek desolation utterly I will not listen H. EmoN: Do not! CHARLES: And to-day He shook, ashen and clenched, remembering The guilty secret in him HEON. : Still he's free. CHARLES: My words fell warm as tears-" A rift has come, A rift, a smile, a breath "-men speak so when  CHARLES DI TOCCA They creep from madnless up into some space XWhose element is love. H.FMiON: And will you sink To a weak palsy-who should o'erwhelm With penalty CHARLES (rousing): No all and ever false WVas he who's so when most he should be true! I will make treachery hitter to all time. Bring dread on all to wvhomn are given sons! I)own generations shall they peer and tremble, Look on me as on majesties accursed!- Search every shade-search, search ! You stand as death. I am in famine till he gives me groan! (The,y go in opposite directions. Enter Fr LvIA, distressed, and GIULIA. FULVIA: He was with Hwmon GIULIA: On that seat. [ 97 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA FrLVIA : Convulsed, 'tet passionless (rll.LIA His words were low FULVIA: Why were You not asleep e GiFLIA I FrLVIA D)id he beat his hands Brieflv-and then no morei GiF[LIA I wvas behind FrVI i : And could not see But heard their names The Greek is still without GIULIA My lady, yes. FL1.VfA Your voice is guilty. How camne Harnon in . Answer me, answer! No, go quickly ! If The duke has entered now and sleeps ! Or if ! ([ord.sr nd s.wcords aire heard, then a .shriek front HELENA. CHARLES rishes infiiri- [ 98 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA ous and wounded in the arm, followed by HELENA, ANTONIO, who is dazed, and from the C(astle side b-y H.E.rox, guards, etc.) ANTONIO: YOU, you, sir father I knew it not, so swift Your rage fell on me. CHARLES (to a guard): Gaping, ghastly fool! Do you behold him murderous and lay No hand on him! ANTONIO: But, sir ! CHARLES: Let him not fawn About me! Seize him ! God forgives not Hell. Not this blood only but my soul's be on him. HELENA: 0, do not, he CHARLES: Stand! stand! Touch me not with Your voice or eyes or being! They are soft With perfidy, and stole me to believe There's sweetness in a flower, light in air, [ 99 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA And beauty in the innocence of earth. Bind him ! Leucadia'.s jitist cliff awaits All traitors-'tis the law, they must he flung Out o01 the dizzy and supportless wind. FULVIA: But this shall never be ! No, though your looks Heave out with hate upon me. CHARLES (convulsedl, hhei eoldlfy) You are deadl, And speak to me. Once you were Fulvia- No more ! And once my friend, now but a ghost Whom I must graze upon forgetlessly. Obey, at once ! and at to-morrow's sunset! (ANTO-NIO i.s tfteAfl R1d 1Cld 07/t.) HFLENA (fialli77g (it CHxRLESfffet): You can- not, will not-0, he is your son And loves you much I CHARLES Touch me not! touch me not! (To H.EMNoN. ) Lead her away-and quickly, [ 100 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA (quickly, (uickly! (Hiu.Fio- gJVC)e with IlIi. EN\A througih th1 p)oshtr . Frien(ds-frieds( s-(uwEtSeal/liY) I am--cluite- frienidless no1w- a (Claut(h1ing hisv wlod(dd arm.) Ah-quite! (Hle faits.) Ful.VIA: Charles ! Charles ! iy lord ! return -A numbness Has barred the way of soothing to his breast! CURTAIN [r101 ACT FOUR .Scene.-A chamber in the Castle, opening on the right to a hall, curtailed on the left front another chamber. In the rear is a window through which may be seen silvery hills of olive resting ufnder the late afternoon Sun: &y it a shrine. Enter the CAPTAIN of the Guard and a SOLDIERfrom the Hall. SOLDIER: There is no more CAPTAIN: Not if you understand. SOLDIER: That do i-every link of it ! I've served Under the bold de Montreal, and he For stratagems-well, Italy knows him! CAPTAIN: YOU must be quick and secret. [ 102 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA SOLDIER: A s the end Of the vorld! CAPTA IN: Our duty's with the duke. But theii Antonio has our love. SOLDIER: That has he ! Ah, That has he ! CAPTAIN: Well, be close. None mnust escape, Remember, nonie be hurt. As for the princess, XVe'll hear the chink of ducats wvith her thanks. SOLDIER: Madonna save her !-The Judas of a father Who robs her rest! CAITAIN (looking d1own1 the hall): 'Tis she who comes this w'aV. So go, and haste. But fail not. SOLDIER: If I do, Bury ine with a pagani, next a Turk! (Goes. Enter FULVIA. CAPrAIN : Princess- [ 103] CHARLES DI TOCCA FULVIA : Our plans grow to fulfilment-are No way misplanlted CAxrAIN: Lady, all seems now Seasonable for their expected fruit. FrIEIA : No accident appeals to threat and thwart then CAPTAIN : Doubt not a fullest harvest of your hope. The duke himself shall for this deed at last Have benediction. FuLVIA May it be ! He's quick, Though quicker in forgetting. I will move Him as I may. CAPrAIN: The kind and wise assaults Your words shall make must move him, gracious lady. Enter H.Emov. H.EMsoN : I seek the duke. [ 104 ] CHARLES DI TOCC A FULVIA (diemiv.ving CAFrAIN with a ge.sture): You would seek penitence Were you less far in folly. IMFMON ((a8V goinlg) 0-if he's Not here, then FULVIA: Sorrow too would strain your lips, Not cold defiance. H.E-NoN: Pardon: if you know, Where is he FLlVIA: Was it easy to o'erwhelni Under the ruin of her dreams a sister H.cmON : Better beneath her dreams than un- der shame. FULVIA : Your rashness cloaks itself in that excuse, Your ruth, and your suspicion that has doomed One innocent. H.EmON: One innocent! His thought Had but betrayal for her ! [ 105] CHARLES DI TOCCA FULVIA: 'Tis the Greek In you avows it, no true voice. H.Emlos-: Then 'tis My father Murdered whose last moan I hear Driven about me in this castle's gray Cold spaces. And the dead speak not to lie. FULVIA: NO, 110. You cannot brave your action with The spur Iof that belief. H.,Emo-N: What want you of me FuLVIA: This: ache and restlessness are on you. H.E.XoN (impatiently): No. FULVIA: And doubt begins in you that as a wolf Will scent the wounded quarry of your conscience. H.EmoN: After he lured and wooed her under night And secrecy  CHARLES DI TOCCA FULVIA Not running there will you Escape its dread pursuit. HE.NION : He frauded-duped His father's trust! FULVIA: Or there! But one refuge Have you against its bitter ceaseless tooth, And that above the wilds of self-deceit. HAEMON: Why do you wind so sinuously about me E No refuge can be froni an hour that's done. Shall we invert the glass or tilt the dial To bring it back FULVIA: But if there were H.EMtoN-: \Where is The duke-I will not bauble. FULVIA: If there were H.Emo-: I will no longer listen to the worm, You set to feed upon mne-torturing! [ 107 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA The SLun melts to an end, and with the night Antonio will not be. FLTLVIA: Yet there is time. H.EMON: The duke is fixed. FULVIA: No matter: 'gainst the swell And power of this peril you must lean. H.1EMON: I- FuILVIA: Yes. H EMo.N: You have a plan FULVIA: One that is sure. (S'teps are heard.) But through those curtains, quick. For more seek out The Captain of the guard. The duke comes hither. (H.EMoN goes through the curtains. CHARLES enters, worn, dishevelled, and followed by CECCO. He sees FULVIA and pauees. FULVIA: I come to plead. [ 108 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHAR LS (turning away): Ah ! Nature should have pled With her lour mother, 'gainst conception. F'IVIA: Your trust is carelessly withdrawn. Yet for A breath again I beg it-for a moment! CHARaLES: A moment were too much-or not enough. Is trust a flower of sudden birth we may Bid bloom with a command FITIJVIA: Ah, that it were, Or bloomed as amaranth in those we love, Beyond all drought and withering of ill! But hear me ! CHARLES. Leave these words. FiTLVIA: Out of this rage CHARLES: Will you not turn Leave them, I say, and cease! [ 109 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Still down the vortex of this destiny I would not farther have you drawn. Fvi-vrA : Then fiom It draw yourself! CHARLES: Myself am but a hulk Whose treasures have already been engulfed. FITTLIA : Yet shrink from it! CHARLES: A son, a friend, a-No, She was not mine !-I will not turn. FT-LVIA: It is Your fury that distorts us into guilt. Although he will not render up his heart, But flings you stony aiid unfilial speech, Fearing for her- CHARLES: Leave! FULVIA: Ve CHARLES: Thrice have I said it! FULVIA : Yet must I not until your will is wasted.  CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES (angtrily): Ah! (FI ,VlA sighs thenr goes slowly.) CHARLES. Cecco ! CECCo: My lord CHARLES; The hour CF.cco (going to windlow): It leans to sunset. CHARLES: The sky-the sky Cacco: A murk moves slowly up. CHARLES (vearily): There should he storm- gloating of wind and grind Of hopeless thunders. Lightnings should laugh out As tongues of fiends. There should be storm. (His head sinks on his breast.) ( Siiddenly.) Yet !-yet !- CF.cco: My lord CHARLES: The glow and glory of her seem Dead in me! CEcco Of-the Greek [ 111 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES And yearni ng has Grown impotent-as 'twere a moment's folly, A left and quickly quenched desire of youth Kindled in me !-To youth alone love's sudden. C(icco: Sir, dare I speak CHARLES: Speak. CFCCO: When Antonio CHARLES: Cease: but a w hisper of his name and I Am frenzy-fienzy-though the stillness burns And bursts with it! (Cvcco steps).S bach,. A pautse.) CHARLES. The sun, how hangs it now CECCO (gring to window): Above the bloody waving of the sea, Eager to dip. CHARLES (staggering ITJ): Ah, I was in a foam Bitten by hounds of fury and despair! [ 112 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Did you not, Fulvia, pleading for them say They quailed but would not flee and leave me waste CtEcco: She is not here, my liege. CHARLES: Antonio! Ah, boy ! thou ever wast to me as wafts Of light, of song, of summer on the hills! Soft now I feel thy baby arms about me, And all the burgeon of thy youth, ere proud And cruel years grew in me, comes again On wings and stealing winds of memory! CEcco: 0, then, sir CHARLES: Yes. Fly, fly! and stay the guard! He must not-Ah !-down fearful fathoms, down Into the roar! (CEcco starts. He stops him.) Yet he has flung me from Immeasurable peaks, and I have sunk Forevermore beneath hope's horizon. Who falls so close the grave can rise no more. C 113 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA 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, A. hawk the cruel rapture of his wings. Ck-cco: She though is young, and youth CHARLES: Must pay with moan The shriving !-Ah, the sun-the sun-where burns it [ 114] CHARLES DI TOCCA Ck:cco: 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! CvCco: It dips, my lord. CHARLES (frenzied) : 0, 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! [ 115 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Nor will lend now His thunder to cry hold, His lightning to flame off the hands that grasp, Bidden to hurl thee oer Cfc.co: ITi suink CHARLES (rushing to window) : Yes !-Yes! (Stwrting hatu horrift(d.) 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 (SinAs erhanstal in his rhair. CEcco pomrs oat zcint'.) Enter hinrried/q., 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 [ 116 ] C'HIARLES DI TOCCA C cco: The town the town CII.ARLES (rousOig) : Ay SOLDIER MutiiNy ! your haste! C11ARLES: 0, HlUtilny. SOLDIER : Sir, yes! CHIARLEi'S: And do the ranks Of hell roar up at nme -It is not strange. SOLDIER (onfuseCI): The ranks of-pardon, lord. CHARLES: I)o 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 Agrainst mne and against! SOLDIER: No, but a few- CHARLES: You doubt it F-Are my eyes not bloody Say!  CHARLES DI TOCCA SOLDIER : Sir! sir ! ChIARLES: 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 Xou not a spirit clamor oni the air H 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 [ 118 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA 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 s'miling): WVatched the sun set. Did it not, think you, bleed Unwontedly along the waves CARDINAL: 0 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 119] CHARLES DI TOCCA Enchanting and vaiin trickery of earth 'Pill thev no longer hope of it, or want. Siniles should be kept for life's unbearable. CARDINAL: Murderer! CHARLFS : Ah! CARDINAL: Heretic! CHARIFS: Well. (Goes to shrine and casts it out the window.) CARDINAL: Fool ! fool ! CHARLES: There are no wise men, 0 lord Car- dinal. CARDINAL: Heaven let Antonio's death under the sea Make everv wave a tongue against your rest, And 'gainst the rock of this impenitence! (CHARLES listens aS to something afar qfl:) No wind .hould blow that has not sting of it, No light stream that it stains not! L 120 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES (sigling): You have loosed Your robe, lord prelate-see. CARDINAL : 0 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 FuLv1A 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. CARDINAL: To Rome [ 121 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA FULVIA : Do not pause here to learn With the dear minutes of a dying man. (CARDINAL goes. CHARLES : You baffle and bewilder. tFu-IV IA: W\ell. CHARLES: You--Yes! I am beat off' by it. IFLI.IA: Ten years of shelter 1lave vou held over mire. CHARLES : Ten years Futi.vIA : Whose days, XWhose every momiient else had borne a torture. CHARLES.-: NOW IFtLVIA: I, perhaps, must go. CHARLES: M ust ,-Still I grope. IFLVIA : Must go Though ini thi.s castle's ared calum And melancholy du.sk n1o shadow is Or niche but may rem ember prayer for thee. [ 1Hi&2] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES: To Romie You must -I anl un- der a spell. FULVIA W1e, thou an(l I, after the battle's foani Or chase's tired retuLr1n, ofteii have breathed The passionate deep hours away in rest Anid sympathy. CHARLES: Say on. Your voice-I marvel FULVIA: And at the dawn have looked aild sighed, then slow With quiet clasp of fingers turned apart. CHARLES : You go -But, on1 !--your tone- ill it I feel FULVIA : Have we not fast been friends CHARLES: What hath your voice H FULVIA : Such friends have we not been as grow up from Eternity CHARLES: You say it, and I wake. FULVIA: Such friends-till yesterday you [12S3] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES: Ah! FULVIA: Changed sudden as the sea when com- eth storm. CHARL E:S: I had forgot-forgot !-the sun !- the sea ! The sea!-Antonio!-The cliff-the surf! The shroud and funeral fury of the waves! FULVIA: Be calm. CHARLES (ri.sing excitedly): I'll stay it! Cecco, our fleetest foot! A rain of ducats if he shall outspeed This doom on us. More ! more! a flood of them, If he- FI.uLIA (drawing him to hkie chair): Be patient -ealm. CHARLES: I-I-remember, 'Tis night! FULVIA: Yes, night. [ 124] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLFES: The sun's no more! It hath Gone down beyond all mercy and recall. FULV A: Beyond -Ah! CHARLES (quickly): Fulvia FUITVIA: 'Tis hard to think CHARLES : You utter and he seemeth still of life. FuITVIA : He was a child in mimic mail clad out When first this threshold poured its wvelcome to me. CHARLES: Softly you muse it, and call to your eyes No quailing nor a flame of execration! You do not burst out on me from me do Not shrink as from an executioner FULVIA: I am a woman who in tears came to Your strength, in tears depart. CHARLES: And will not judge But fear me-fear, and flee -You shall not go! FULVIA: Perhaps- [ 125] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES: Again "perhaps "-this calmr "per- haps ! " To Rome F-I say you shall not. FrvIT A: Yet should he, Antonio, from those curtains come CHARLES: Should-should You speak not reasonably. Why do you say If he should come I " FrIvIA : Because - CHARLES: You've touched And led me trembling from reality! Those curtains F-those i-just those F-You shall not go. Fri vIA: I will not then. ('HARL.:s: But something breaks from you, And as an air of resurrection stirs. Speak; on your words I wait unutterably. Flri,-IA: Iid not a soldier lately come, my lord, Breathless with eager speech of mutiny- [ 126 ] C H A R CHAR LES FITIVIA: CHARLES What do I FItTiVIA: mati CHAR ES FiTIrNIA : We] LES DI TOCCA 1-well Within your guardl My guard No-yes see yet cannot in your word, The mutiny was roused at my com- nd. : Say it-say all ! To save you the mad blot Of a son's blood. CHARLES: Antonio P FrLVIA: Lives! CHARLES: Low-low - ,Joy come too furious has piercing peril. He lives -You have done this With these soft hands, These little hands, held off the shears of Fate Have dared and have not feared FULVIA: Your danger was My fear-that, and no more. [ 127 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA CHARLES : He lives-I have No worth, no gratitude, no gift that may Answer this deed-no glow, no eloquence But would ring poor in rarest words of earth. He lives -Years yet are mine. Too brief they'll be To muse with love of this! FLVIA: No, no, my lord. CHARLES : But where is he Belief, tho' risen, strains In me as if 'twere fast in cerements That seeing must unbind. FULVIA: Turn then, and see. (ANTON`IO steps from the curtains.) CHARLES: Antonio !-boy boy! ANTONIO: MY father! (Thea embracc.) Re-enter CARDINAL. CARDIN-AL: Princess, If your decision and desire are still (Sees ANTONIO.)  CHARLES DI TOCCA FULVIA: Your eyes look upon flesh, lord Car- dinal. (A cry i. heard, then weeping.) ANTONIO (startled): Whose pain is this - strangely it hurts me-strangely ! Enter CEcco hastily, bearing robe and caronet. CECCO: My lord, the lady Helen's little maid- (S'ees ANTONIO. 8Shrinks from him.) ANTONIO: What of her Are you horrified to stone ! Her maid -There are than risen dead worse things And worse to dread !-her maid CECCO: Sir ANTONIO: Forth with it ! She direness of her mistress brings some tale That earth elsewhere abyssless gaped her up That butterfly or bud turn asp to bite her  CHARLES DI TOCCA CEcco: Sir-she-the maid craves audience with the duke. ANTONIO: Fetch her, and quickly. (CECCO goes. FrLVIAv Reason, Antonio. She will but whimper, tell what overmuch Of grief her mistress makes for you: of tears Your sunny coming will dry in her. ANTON)io (putting her mSide): These Hours come not of any good, but are Infected with resolved adversity. This dread ! FULVIA: They ever dread who have but quit The shadow of some doom and the dismay. Re-enter CECCO, with PAULA weeping. AN-TONIO: Girl ! girl! Thy mistress PAULA (.shriiikingg): () ANTON-IO: I am no ghost. Thy mistress  CHARLES DI TOCCA PAULA: Mary, Mother! (Sinks praying.) ANTONIO (lifting her up): Look on me. See! I have not been down in the grave, nor ev'n A moment beyond earth. Do you not hear! PAULA (looking at him): Sir! ANTONIO: Tell me. PAULA (hysterically): Go to her, 0, go to her. ANTONIO: But, child- PAULA: She, 0 !-go seek her, 0, she is ANTONIO: Where, Paula PAULA: Blind all day she moaned and wept. ANTONIO: My Helena! PAULA: And when the sun was gone, Came quiet, kissed me-0, go seek her, sir! ANTONIO: Kissed you PAULA: Then to me gave these jewels. 0! And darkly cloaked stole out into the night. CHARLES: Alone  CHARLES DI TOCCA ANTONIO: Whither, quick, whither PAULA: Ah, I do Not know: but she ANTONIO: Pray, pray, tell out your dread. PAULA: Last night she said, " My heart is in my lord Antonio's to beat or cease with it." I learned her words-they seemed so pretty. CHARLES (gasping): Ah! ANTONIO: Why do you gasp -Paula- CHARLES: If she-the cliff! ANTONIO: The cliff! The- CHARLES: Us what hat PAULA (Wi CHARLES : (Staggers dizzily, then rushes out. Let one go with him-bring h passed-hath passed. (A SOLDIER goes. th Uncontrollable terror): My lady ! Child, I cannot bear thy voice upon my heart! [ 1Si9 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA It hath a tone-a clutch-no more, no more! I cannot bear it! We must wait. No hap Has been-no hap, I think-surely no hap. Enwter BARDAS dejrecatingfy, followed by A'ro-.io. BARDAS : Antonio ! not in the sea You live ANTONIO: I say, where is she BARDAS: You are mortal AS NomN io (groaning with impatience): ( This utter superstition ! (Pricking his ann.) Is it not blood BARDAS: You live! and live but let her think your death ! You let her! still devising for yourself Safety and preservation! ANTONIO: She's not safe BARDAS: 0, safe-if she had shrift! CHARLES (hoarsely): The dead are so ! BARDAS: Ay, so. [ 133] CHARLES DI TOCCA ANTONIO: And none above the grave -no answer BARDAS: She came unto the cliff amid her tears- Her being all into one want was fused, You down the wave to follow. ANTONIO: But you grasped You held her BARDAS: Yes ANTONIO: Then-well BARDAS: She had a phial. ANTONIO: God! God! BARDAS: Out of her breast she drew it swift, And instant of it drank. ANTON-IO: Drank and she fell No -no -Ah but you dashed it from her lips She did but taste BARDAS: Only: and then ANTONIO: More more [134 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA BARDAS: "Is 't not enough," she pled to me, " Enough That I must wander the cold way of death Unto his arms Go hence! There is no rest. I will go down and clasp him, drift with him To some unhabited gray ocean vale God hath forgot. There will we dwell away From destiny and weeping, from despair!" CHARLES: You left her BARDAS: As I held her piteous hand Came revellers who saw us-jested her Of taking a new love. She broke my grasp ANTONIO: And leapt -down the wide air BARDAS: Swifter than all Prevention. AwoN-io: Helena! 0 Helena! That all thy loveliness should fare to this, Thy glory go in dark calamity! [ 135 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA BARDAS: I saw her as she leapt and until death Shall see no more. ANTONIO (drawig): Blot it from you ! Her face, Her sorrow and her fairness shall not stand Imprisoned in your eve, tho' 'twere to cry Relentlessly your crime.-But no-but no! (ASheathing his swrcord, he pauses, then stag- gers suddenily out.) PAULA : Let nme go to my lady! CHARLES: Still her! She Forever hath a fluttering, a Cry, Undurably. It presses the lone air With sensitive and aching agony. PAULA (witlessly, in tears): I know thy song, iny lady, I know, I know! 'Twas pretty and 'twas strange, but now I know. (Sings.) Sappho! Sappho! In maiden woe [ 136 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA (Let alone love, it spurns and burns!) Wept-wept, and leapt- 0 love is so! (Let alone love, it burns!) My lady! 0 my lady ! my sweet lady! (She is le(d ait.) FUIVIA: This is most sad-most sad, and pitiful. CHARLES: I cannot bear her voice upon my heart Enter AGABL!S gazing into the air. Again this monk this dog of death - and now AGABUS: My trusty Shadow (Laughs madly,) Ha, he has been here! My king o' the worms and all corruption !- (Approaching CHARLES.) Lovers, and lovers 0 she leapt as 'twere To Christ and not sin's Pit! And he is gone To follow her! The devil's nine wits are Too many! (TVanders about.) [ 137] CHARLES DI TOCCA FULVIA: My lord! Your limbs are frozen, And bloodlessly you stand! Move, rouse, 0 breathe ! It is not truth but madness that he speaks. (A cry and clanking of armor are heard in the Hall. A SOLDIER bursts into the chamber.) SOLDIER: 0 duke! 0 duke! (Sinks to his knee.) CHARLES: (gazes at him, struggling to speak): Ri.ie- - go-and, if thou canst- To pray. SOLDIER: 0 Sir;! CHARLES: You have no tidings. SOLDIER: Sir; CHARLES (desperately): None, fool ! but come to say what silence groans, What earth numb and in deadness raves to me. To tell Antonio hath gone out and o'er A precipice hath stepped for sake of love. [ 138 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA This is not tidings-hath it not on me Been fixed forever It is older than Despair, as old as pain! (To HEMotx, who haw entered.) Your sister- BARDAS: Harmon ! CARDINAL: Hold him not in this anguish. FULVIA: She and our Antonio have left us to our tears. (H.,Emov tns n.i.te. CHARLES: Let no on-X goaah,. I stay let n1o 0o11-! groan- Fury on him that groans! (Me bbzndly roc)-s to and fro.) FULVIA: Mv lord! CHARLES (taking her hand): Well-come. (As in a trance.) There's much to do. We will think of the dead. Perchance 'twill keep them near us: speak to them, And they may answer while we wait, may float [ 139 ] CHARLES DI TOCCA Dim words on moonbeams to us. 0 for one That shall sound of forgiveness and of rest! (M3ore w idly.) 0 I have started on the mountain's brow A tremor that has loosed the avalanche; And penitence too late-too late-too late- Was powerless as flowers along its path ! (He s-inks back into h1s chair and stares hopelessly before him.) C'URTAIN. [ 140 ]