Francesca da Rimini

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Frederick A. Stokes Company, 1902 - Drama - 223 pages
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Page viii - But who is this, what thing of sea or land ? Female of sex it seems, That, so bedecked, ornate, and gay, Comes this way, sailing Like a stately ship Of Tarsus, bound for the isles Of Javan or Gadire, With all her bravery on, and tackle trim, Sails filled, and streamers waving...
Page 49 - Peace, peace, dear soul, My little dove. Why are you troubled ? Peace ; You also, and ere long, Shall see your day of days, And leave our nest as I have left it; then Your little bed shall stand Empty beside my bed ; and I no more Shall hear through dreams at dawn Your little naked feet run to the window, And no more see you, white and barefooted, Run to the window, O my little dove, And no more hear you say to me: " Francesca, Francesca, now the morning-star is born, And it has chased away the Pleiades.
Page 222 - Me, take me! [The husband loosens his hold. PAOLO springs up on the other side of the trap-door, and unsheathes his dagger. GIANCIOTTO, drawing back, bares his sword, and rushes upon him with terrible force. FRANCESCA throws herself between the two men; but as her husband has leant all his weight on the blow, and is unable to draw back, her breast is pierced by the sword, she staggers, turns on herself, towards PAOLO, who lets fall his dagger, and catches her in his arms.] Francesca [dying]. Ah,...
Page 220 - Here in the book, here where you have not read: "We have been one life; it were a seemly thing That we be also one death." PAOLO. Let the book Be closed! (He rises, closes the book on the reading desk, and blows out the taper.) And read in it no more. Not there Our destiny is written, but in the stars, That palpitate above As your throat palpitates, Your wrists, your brow, Perhaps because they were your garland once, Your necklet when you went Burningly through the ways of Heaven? From what Vineyard...
Page 221 - Francesca ! [FRANCESCA is petrified with terror. PAOLO looks round the room. putting his hand to his dagger. He catches sight of the bolt of the trap-door.] Paolo [in a low voice]. Take heart, take heart, Francesca! I will get down By the way of the trap-door. Go, go, and open to him. But do not tremble. [He lifts the trap-door. The door seems to quiver at the repeated blows.] The Voice of Gianciotlo.
Page 155 - That shore to come unto this sheltering shore, Where music and where hope are sisters; so To forget all the sorrow that has been Yesterday, and shall be Tomorrow, and so let All of my life, and all the veins of it, And all the days of it, And all old things in it, far-away things, But for one hour, one hour, Slip away quietly, a quiet tide, Unto that sea, Even these eyes might behold smilingly, Were it not hidden by the tears that tremble And do not fall. O peace, peace in that sea That was so wild...
Page 114 - O, Paozzo, What are you doing there? dreaming? Francesca. 'Twill not Be well done. Malatestino. You have been elected Captain Of the People at Florence. When I haled Montagna Up to our father, bound, I saw the envoys, The Guelfs of the Red Lily, Who were with him then. [A guttural cry is heard as the MEN raise the cask upon the catapult. Above the battlements the glow of the fire spreads over the sky. The bells ring in all directions. Trumpets are heard.] They have shut up Montagna In the sea prison....
Page 47 - Francesco. Like running water That goes and goes, and the eye sees it not, So is my soul. Samaritana [ with a sudden alarm, clinging closer to her sister]. Francesca, Where are you going, who is taking you? Francesca. Ah, you awaken me. [The song pauses. The WOMEN turn their backs, looking down into the other court. They seem to be on the watch. The twihorned headdresses and the tall distaffs shine in the sun, mid now and then there ¿sa whispering and rustling of lips and garments in the clear sunlight.]...
Page 220 - It says Here in the book, here where you have not read : " We have been one life; it were a seemly thing That we be also one death." PAOLO. Let the book Be closed ! [He rises, closes the book on the reading desk, and blows out the taper.] And read in it no more. Not there Our destiny is written, but in the stars, That palpitate above As your throat palpitates, Your wrists, your brow, Perhaps because they were your garland once, Your necklet when you went Burningly through the ways of heaven?
Page 217 - Lost on the stones. And then there came to me The dream that long while now I have seen in sleep, the strange Dream that has tortured me; And I was full of many terrors, full Of terrors; and my women Saw me, and how I trembled, And how I wept . . . Paolo. O, wept ! Francesca. Pardon me, pardon me, Sweet friend ! You have awakened me from sleep, Freed me from every anguish. It is not morning yet, The stars have not gone down into the sea, The summer is not over, and you are mine, And I, I am all yours,...

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