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som not altogether heartless, but as And to whose door first went Gi. bad, or worse, intensely selfish, from nevra on her leaving the vault?
She which they come not of themselves says to Antonioin a flow of sorrow, cast up from the “ Even my mother is frighten'd at my troubled depths—but all is shallow voice, and superficial; and we "pity neither And I have wander’d to thy gentle doors.” him nor his grief.” In the other, we
No mention of her husband. It is hear a wounded spirit holding communion with nature, and momentarily
not till Antonio says to herpartaking of her peace-momentari.
“ Myself will bear thee to thy house, thy ly, and no more-for the hours of his
husband, anguish will, we feel, never make up
Laying a heaven on his repentant heart;", to him another year.
that she tells he had driven her " Thou and I
from his “ shrieking doors." But she Are thus unhoused alike, and in no home.
sought not refuge with Antonio's The wide earth holds us both.'
mother, till her own had been frightDismal bewilderment of the widowed
ened at her voice-and as “none would soul in the disappearance called
let her in,” she came last of all to her death!
lover's house. That is purest nature. Then the behaviour of the men in
Ginevra exercises the most diffithe sudden presence of the appari- cult, the most comprehensive, and tion! Little or no love for her had the most efficacious of all the virtuesthere ever been in Agolanti's heart; patience ; which, for ever inwardly for if there had, it would have ming- blessing the heart wherein it broods, led with his fear, and there would have for ever keeps effusing outwardly a been no horror of such voice calling on
celestial calm, of which at times trou. him in such words
bled natures are made to partake
whether they will or no, while the “ Francesco Agolanti ! husband !” war of passion is subdued into noise
After the first affright-he would less peace. Did we say for ever? have known in his heart that her Nay, there is no perfection beneath ghost-if ghost it were—" that somea
sun, moon, and stars, nor yet among thing there, standing in the moon
them; and even Ginevra's sweet, light”-came not to harm-not even
sad, submissive, and resigned selfto upbraid--but to forgive and to
a Christian lady indeed—an Italian bless. He could never have known
Roman Catholic Christian lady-hath what pity was, who recognised not the not perfect patience ; and even in her prayer of one yet mortal
blood, the same being purely human, “Come forth, and help me in-Oh, help her the less, but the more-that tem
we have seen_nor therefore loved me in !"
per could quicken the pulse, till her Wicked even in his remorse for wickedness, he has no faith in Gine pale face for a moment flushed_half
anger, half-shame, yet not even for vra's voice.
that moment without the look of sor. “ Detestable thing! witch! mockery of row-and then fixed again into its the bless'd !”
colourless beauty, betokening, though And materialist as he is, though he none are to be seen there now, that knows it not, he believes that he can, few so young had shed such multiby bolts and bars between it and his tudes of unpitied tears. soul, shut out an immortal spirit.
The law of divorce is different in 66 Love casteth out fear; and so it different countries ; but for eighteen was with Antonio. He had been me. hundred and forty years marriage ditating on the mystery of death—and has been a holy thing in Christendom, had his own vision of Ginevra, disem. and those whom God hath put tobodied, but yet visible; and he hears gether let no power on earth put her voice syllable his name as it used asunder-save under sanction of cononce to do on earth-when they were cience, the controller and the legislahappy long ago. Whatever it is, it is tor whom all the peoples of the earth something blessed-something sent must obey-in order that they may from heaven, Too beautiful to be not perish but have everlasting life. any other being but Ginevra-her The grave, where husband and wife mortal or her immortal self!
who lived in love come to lie at last,
is their marriage-bed, and its curtains she go with him after what she said will be drawn to let in the day. Them to Antonio ? death divorces not—though for a little
“ Never. The grave itself has been bewhile there is a survivor
tween us. our shades, waiting for the reuniting night. Burial without death, relieved Then ensues an interview in Antonio's not this Ginevra from bonds her house, between him and Agolanti; husband had unhallowed ; she brought and of the husband it cannot be said them back with her from the vault that the wife walked in her grave-clothes “ Consideration like an angel came, to her husband's house, beseeching to And whipt th' offending Adam out of him ;'S be let in; and had not the fear that is in wickedness then dimmed Agolanti's for he is, without change of an atom, eyes, he had seen it was a spirit yet
the old man.
Remorse he must have in the flesh; and had he taken her to his felt, but lie was incapable of penitence. bed, that bed might never again have
He is as much the prey as ever of all been so unhappy-it might have been
manner of mean suspicions, nor does a peaceful--in an awful gratitude, even
single syllable of tenderness for Gi. blest. “ Begone, thou horrid mock- nevra escape his lips. He had adorned, ery !”– and Ginevra was his wife no
indeed, the shrine “ with glorious more.
beams of painting and of gold;" but At the opening of Act Fifth, Gi
no gratitude is in his heart now to the nevra has been five days in the care of
God of mercy and of judgment. He Antonio's mother.
is not ashamed to declare, that he be.
lieves Antonio has dishonoured his Rond. Five blessed days, and not a soul wife, even in her grave-clothes ! Knows what this house in its rich bosom Rond. 'Tis false. --Be calm. Let both holds.
be calm, nor startle The man whom dear Diana bribed to secresy
Feminine ears with words. Wait in this For our sakes, is now secret for his own;
room, And here, our guest is taken for a kinswo- Here, on the left, awhile; I'll bring her
self man, Fled from a wealthy but a hated suitor, To look upon thy speech, if so it please Out of no hatred, haply, to myself;
her; For which, as well as for her own sweet If not, my mother, sir,- you have heard sake,
of her, The servants love her, and will keep her From whom, so help me God, I never yet close.
Beheld her separate. She holds my mother's hand, and loves her Ago. I demandeyes ;
Rond. And yester evening she twice spake my
[Exeunt, name, Meaning another's. Hence am I most
Antonio goes to Ginevra and tells her proud,
that her husband is in the house. Hence potent; hence, such bliss it is to
love With smallest thought of being loved again, far more than you should be, being what
Ron. I said not from him. You are shaken That, though I know not how this heav'n
you are, on earth
And all hearts loving you. Can change to one still heavenlier, nor less
Himself. I am caught up, like saints in ecstasies,
His haughty neck yet stooping with that Above the ground ;-tread air ;-see not
night, the streets
Which smote his hairs half grey. Through which I pass, for swiftness of de
(She weeps:) light,
Alas! --Yet more And hugging to my secret heart one bosom.
Alas, that I should say it.--Not loud then ? I live, as though the earth held but two
Not angry? faces,
Ron. Only with your vows of refuge, And mine perpetually look’d on hers.
And those that stand betwixt his will and Agolanti has discovered her retreat,
power ; and comes to claim his wife. She is
Else humble; nay, in tears, and seeking his, and he will have her ; but will pardon
(Aside.) She's wrung to the core ! — With
To think of her grief is't ? and what grief ?
Will be to think of both. Oh, now, all riddles of the brart of love, Ron.
Oh, gentlest creature, When 'twould at once be generous, yet most If what I am about to say to thee mean;
Offend thee in the least, count it such madAll truth, yet craft; a sacrifice, yet none;
ness Risk all in foppery of supposed desert, As innocence may pity; and show no siga And then be ready in anguish to cry out Of thy displeasure. Be but mute ; and At being believed, and thought the love it is, Martyr beyond all fires, renouncing heaven With as mute thanks shall resume common By very reason that none can so have earn'd words. it ;
But if, in thy late knowledge of Antonio, Oh, if she pities him, and relents, and
goes Thou hast seen nought, that, under happier Back to that house, let her yet weep for me !
And with all righteous sanction, might have Gin. When I said « Never" to that hinder'd thee return,”
From piecing out bis nature's imperfections He had not suffer'd thus ; had not shown With thy sweet thoughts and hourly confi.
dence, Was not bow'd down with a grey penitence. Reach him, oh reach, but for one blissful Sir, I would say, kind host-most kind of moment,
And to make patience beautiful for ever, My friend and my preserver
Thy most true woman's hand.
[She turns asid and holds out to So you think well of me.
him her hand, Gin. I could say on,
My heart would drink it. And twenty times as much, so you would [He strains it with both hands think it
against his bosom. Best some day hence. Speak not.
Do thy worst, memory, now. - We have Ron. Yes, honour bids me ;
known each other Honour, above all doubts, even of poor self, For twenty years in this. Your tears emWhether to gain or lose ; bids me say bravely,
Even to look at me through their glittering Be wise, while generous-Guard the best veil, 's peace,
And set me some sweet miserable task :Whoe'er that is ;-her peace—the rights of I understand ; yes, we'll go quietly, goodness
And you will let me keep this hand to the And vindication of the o’er-seeing heavens, door ? High above all wrong hearts,--his,--or We will walk thus. This little walk conmine own.
tains Gin. Although you call me “ best,” A life ! - Might you say one word to me at who am not so,
parting ? I'll write that last and noblest admonition Gin. Antonio !-may your noble heart be Within the strongest memory of my soul,
happy. For all our sakes. The way to him.
[She clasps her hands, and speaks Ron. One word.
with constant vehemence, looking My mother-she-will see you again some
towards the audience. times
Alas! alas! Why was that one word utter'd In your lot's bettering from its former state, To bear down the last patience of my soul, As surely it must, your friends now know- And make me cry aloud to Heaven and ing all
misery? He sad for all.
I am most miserable. I am a creature Gin. It is a help I look for.
That now for fisteen years, from childhood Ron. Her son-forgive him that at this upwards, last moment
Till this hard moment, when the heavens He makes this first and only mention of
forbid it, him,
Have known not what it was to shed a tear, Since you vouchsafed to rest your troubles Which others met with theirs. Therefore
with us, His first-his last ;—may he too, as
Did learn to hush themselves, and young, friend,
grow dry. Hope--that a thought of him- -a passing For my poor father knew not how I loved memory
him, Will sometimes mix with hers ?
Nor mother neither ; and my severe hus
Demanded love, not knowing lovingness. Col.
And twice thrust forth, And now I cry out wishing to be right, If she return to fright thee ? And being wrong ; and by the side of me Ago.
I've seen the page here : Weeps the best heart, which ought not so to Seen you ; guess at your women; and shall weep,
know And duty's self seems to turn round upon Wbat hideous trap bas steep'd her soul in me,
blush-s, And mock me; by whose law nevertheless If she come not. Do I abide, and will I ; so pray Heaven Col. (going to d aw his sword.) Blush To keep me in my wits, and teach me better, in thy grave to say so. Turn me aside, sweet saints, and let me go.
Enter RONDINELLI with Ginevra, follow[While RONDINELLI, who has fallen
ed by his mother, OLYMPIA, DIANA, on his knee, is stretching his
GIULIO, FIORDILISA, and Servants.
her, and pray
Just Heaven to make her happy as thyself. Gin. His voice! In anger too ? Did you Col. Antonio, thou art damn'd to think
it. See That he was calm ? Heart-stricken ?
Da Riva. He shrinks from her again in Ron. He seem'd so.
very fear, Gin. Perhaps is so, and they mistake his Which in his rage of vanity he'll avenge.
Ago. I hear not what they say, my poor There's mercy in it : for when danger Ginevra, comes,
Thinking of thee alone. -Come, bear thee Duty cries loudest. Ay, and here's the
And brave'y,-as thou dost. We'll leave Will not forsake me still, but bear me on, this placeRight where the trumpet of the angel calls. This way-SO-50[He speeds her out. Da Riva. Antonio, will you let him ?
Think of herself._-'Tis none of yours this That scene is above our praise.
business, What law, human or divine, forbids
But the whole earth's. that the innocent_the religious the
Ron. She will not have me stay himresigned, and the unhappy-should, I dare not-My own house too— See, she before parting for ever in this world, be
goes with him. assured from each other's lips-which Da Riva. Call in the neighbours yet meet not even for a momentthat Col.
Do, there's a right soul since on earth love may not unite their Tell all. lives, they hope to recognise one an- Ago. She's with me still! She's mine! other in heaven ?
Who stays us !
Olym. and Diana. Ginevra! sweetest SCENE THE LAST. .
House. AGOLANTI and COLONNA, Who mocks at pandars ?
drawn, Da Riva interposing. Gin. (bursting away from him.) Loose Ago. I say
me, and hearken! Col.
What say you then ? Madness will crush my senses in, or speak :Da Riva.
Well, let him speak. The fire of the heavenward sense of my Ago. I say, that nothing upon eartb, no wrongs crowns me; insolence
The voice of the patience of a life cries out Col. House-coward ! Da Riva,
Hush ! Every thing warns me. I will not return. Ago.
Nor prudept friend I claim the judgment of most holy church. Col.
Still, coward ! I'll not go back to that unsacred house, Ago. Nor talk of law, nor threats of Where heavenly ties restrain not hellish church itself,
discord, Shall move my foot one jot from where I Loveless, remorseless, never to be taught. stand,
I came to meet with pity, and find shame; Till she whom law, church, heaven and Tears, and find triumph; peace,
and a loud earth join'd to me,
sword. Shall join me again, and quit this infamous The convent walls-- Bear me to those-In house.
secret, Da Riva. To be twice slain in thine ? If it may be ; if not, as loudly as strife,–
of me ;
Drawing a wholesome tempest through the One, my dear friend, (io Da Riva.) Which streets ;
was the corse to be ? And there, as close as bonded hands may Da Riva (looking at it.) There's not cling,
a heart here but will say, 'Twas he.' I'll hide, and pray for ever, to my grave.-
[Curtain falls. Come you, and you, and you, and help me walk.
And are we satisfied with the ca. Ago. Let her not stir. Nor dare to stir tastrophe? Yes. Agolanti, it is maone soul,
nifest, would have murdered her over Lest in the madness of my wrongs I smite again in a few months. There was
madness in the family-we happen to Gin. (to AGOLANTI.) Look at me and know there was-though Mr Hunt remember. Think how oft
does not seem to have heard it during I've seen as sharp a point turn'd on thyself his stay in Florence. The greater To fright me; how, upon a weaker breast;
glory to his genius for letting many And what a world of shames upmasculine
an outbreak of the old hereditary taint These woman's cheeks would have to burn in telling.
appear in conduct attributed by him The white wrath festers in his face, and
to mere perversity—but mad he was,
and had he not been tickled in the then He's devilish.
midriff by Colonna, he would have Ron. Will you let her fall? She swoons.
ended his days in a lunatic asylum ; [He catches her in his arms.
and, in that case, Ginevra must have Ago. (trirning to kill him.) Where'er gone into a convent, and Antonio to she goes, she shall not go there.
the wars. Col. (intercepting him with his own If ever woman deserved to be happy sword.) Dasturd!
Strike at a man as a wife, Ginevra did; and all Italy so pinion’d?
could not have furnished a better husAgo. Die then for him! (Strikes band than her own Antonio. And at Colonna,)
happy they were-for a few yearsDiana and Olym. Help! Help! expiring not on the same day, but in
[ The doors fly open, enter Giulio the same week,- Antonio being of a
followed by Officer and Guard. shortlived race, and Ginevra, no Giu. 'Tis here! Part them for mercy's wonder, having been all along in a sake.
rather delicate state of health, till one Col. Die thou! (He pierces him.)
night, as her dying husband looked on Da Riva. He's slain! What hast thou
her face by the moonlight, he found done ? Col.
she was lying without breath in his
The deed Of his own will.
bosom. One must have perish’d, sir, (to Officer ;)