FRANCESCA DA RIMINI
ELKOXORA DUvSE
AS FRANCESCA DA RIMINI
FRANCESCA
DA RIMINI
By GABRIELE D' ANNUNZIO
TRANSLATED BY
ARTHUR SYMONS
NEIV YORK ■ FREDERICK A.
STOKES COMPANY • PUBLISHERS
H
mor che al cor gentil ratto s'apprende
mor che a nullo amato amar perdona .
mor condusse noi ad una niorte.
Copyright, 1902,
By Frederick A. Stokes Company.
Francesca da Rimini ; Tragedia Gahriele D'j4nnun^io,
i Copyright, 1902,
By Fratelli Treves.
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TO THE DIVINE
ELEONORA DUSE
SJ-MIS
INTRODUCTION.
*' Francesca da Rimini " was acted for the first
time at Rome, by Eleouora Duse and her company,
on December 9, 1901. Has there, since " Her-
naui," been such a battle over a play in verse?
The performance lasted five hours, and many of
the speeches were inaudible oa account of the
noise in tlie theatre. Since then the play has been
freely cut, it has been acted with the greatest suc-
cess in the chief cities of Italy, and has raised
more discussion than any play in verse of this
century. The translation which follows has been
made from the unabridged text.
The play is written in blank verse, but blank
verse so varied as to he almost a kind of vprs lihre.
This form of blank verse is not new in Italian. It
is to be found in the pastoral tragedies of the
Renaissance, in Tasso's "Aminta," in Guarino's
" Pastor Fido." We need only open Leopardi to
see almost exactly the same structure of verse.
Take these lines of Leopardi (" Sopra un basso re-
lievo antico sepolcrale ") :
" Morte ti chiama ; al cominciar del giorno
1/ ultimo istantf. Al iiido onde ti parti
Non torncriii. Ij'asjHitto
!)(•' tiioi dole! iiarciiti
Lasci per senipre. 11 loco
viii INTRODUCTION.
A cui mova, h sotterra:
Ivi fia d' ogui tempo il tuo soggiorno."
Now take these lines, chosen at random from
■' Francesca" :
" Ma giammai
m'eran fiorite, come in questo maggio,
tante, tante ! Son cento,
son pill di ceuto. Guarda !
S' io le tocco, m' abbruccio.
Le vergini di feant' Apollinari
non ai'dono cosi nel loro cielo
d'oro."
In English we shall find the most perfect exam-
ple of blank verse varied into half-lyi"ic measures
in some of the choruses and speeches of " Samson
Agouistes."
" But who is this? What thing of sea or land —
Female of sex it seems —
That so bedecked, ornate, and gay,
Comes tliis way sailing,
Like a stately ship
Of Tarsus, bound for the isles
Of Javan and Gadire,
With all her bravery on, and tackle trim,
Sails filled, and streamers waving,
Courted by all the winds that hold them play?"
Matthew Ai'nold, in " Empedocles on Etna,"
" The Strayed Reveller," and some of his most
famous meditative pieces, has used the same
metre, carrying his experiment indeed further,
and playing with pauses in a more complicated
way, not always, to my ear, with entire success.
I am not sure that metre such as this can ever
really become an English metre:
" Thou guardest them, Apollo!
Over the grave of the slain Pytho,
IX TB OB UCTION. ix
Though jf'unr:, intolerably severe!
Thou keepest aloof the profane,
But the solitude oppresses thy votary,
The jars of meu reach him not in thy valley,
But can life reach him?
Thou fencest him from the multitude:
Who will feuce him from himself?
Mr. Henley has made for himself a rough, service-
able metre in unrhymed verse, full of twitching
nerves and capable of hurrying or dragging.
" Space and dread and the dark —
Over a livid stretch of sky
Cloud-nionsturs crawling like a funeral train
Of huge primeval presences
Stooping beneatli the weight
Of some enormous, rudimentary grief ;
While in the haunting loneliness
The far sea waits and Avanders with a sound
As of the trailing skirts of Destiny
Passing unseen
To some immitigable end
With her gray henchman, Death."
Now the essential difference between the metre
of d'Annunzio and these other instances of a simi-
lar metre is that, with d'Annunzio, the metre is
purely a means to an end, a dramatic end. He
has aimed at giving variety and emphasis to blank
verse, so as to make the verse render the speaker's
mood with the greatest exactitude. Where, in
ordinary blank verse, a single line is broken up
into two or three small speeches, which have to bo
fitted into thoir five feet with an ingenuity which
on the stage at least, goes for nothing, he lets his
short linos stand more frankly by themselves
And lie moulds a long speech into greater flexi-
X INTRODUCTION.
bility, letting the voice pause on a single short
line coming after longer lines, for emphasis, or
running a short, unaccentuated line rapidly into
the next, in a very effectual kind of enjambement.
Yet, with all its variety, this metre is not, as is so
much contemporary French vers libre, a vague,
unregulated metre, which may be read equally as
prose or as verse, and in which one has to search
for the beat while one is reading it. The beat is
always regular, clear, unmistakable. With the
exception of a few dactylic passages, of which the
most important occurs in the address to the fire,
it is strictly iambic, and it is made of the normal
verse of five feet, subdivided into verse of three
feet and two feet.* As far as I recollect, the
verse of four feet is never used, nor can I find a
verse of four feet in the blank verse of Leopardi,
though it is freely, and, I think, legitimately, used
by every English experimenter in this metre.
Italian verse, with its incessant elisions, its almost
invariable double endings, lends itself , better than
that of any other living language, to a metre
which, in d'Annunzio's hands, becomes so easy,
so much like prose, and yet so luxurious, so rich
in cadence. In the translation which follows, I
have of course rendered the double endings, for
the most part, by single endings, using double
endings at my discretion, as in ordinary English
* Sig. d'Annunzio writes to me: "I have added
to the verse of eleven and of seven syllables, the
verse of five, which is also iambic in structure.
Thus the metre is formed of the hendecasyllable
and of its two hemistichs (11-7-5.)."
INTRODUCTION. xi
blank verse. My version is literal, alike in words
and rhythm, but my lines do not in every case
correspond precisely with the lines of the original.
They are intended to reproduce every effect of the
original, as that can best be done in English verse,
written on the principle of d'Annunzio's Italian
verse.
In order to render the form of the original as
closely as possible, I have often used weak endings
which I should not have used had I been writing
verse of my own. Take, for instance, these lines,
which will be found on p. 25 of the Italian and also
of the English :
" Con qui parlavi ? Con le donne ? Come
sei venuto ? Rispondi mi ? Sei tu
di Messer Paolo Malatesta ? Su,
rispondi !"
In my elisions I have tried to follow the exam-
ple of the Italian as far as I could, without abso-
lutely violating the principles of English verse,
and, in short, I have done all I could to make a
faitliful copy, at the risk of leaving it " a mere
strict bald version of thing by thing," which,
Browning tells us in the preface to his translation
of the " Agamemnon," is after all, what the reader
of a translation should first of all look for and
expect to find.
The motto of " Francesca da Rimini '" might
well be the line of Dante:
" .Voi che tingcmmo il mondo di sanguigno,"
and the play is more than a tragedy of two lovers,
it is a study of an age of blood, the thirteenth cen-
tury in Italy. In the real story, Paolo and Fran-
xii INTRODUCTION.
cesca were both married, she a mother and he a
father of children, and it was only after ten years
of marriage that Gianciotto surprised them to-
gether and stabbed them. 'Dante, in the fifth
canto of the " Inferno," leaves out all but the bare
facts of love and death. D'Annunzio refers once
or twice to the wife, Orabile, but not to the
children, nor does he leave any long interval
between the beginning and end of the passion.
But he gives us two people of flesh and blood,
luxurious, pondering people, who love beautiful
things, and dream over their memories; yet peo-
ple who have no characteristics that might not
have existed in an Italian man and woman of the
thirteenth century. Paolo is a perfect archer, we
see liim shoot an arrow from the battlements,
which, we are told later, has gone through the
throat of one who mocked his brother to his face;
we hear of his armour, his hor.se, as well as of his
skill in music and the gentler arts. Francesca is
full of tender feeling, and some of the most beau-
tiful lines in the play are the lines which she
speaks to her sister. But, as the man-at-arms on
the battlements says of her:
" Quell a
Non e gia donna di paura."
She questions him about the Greek fire which he is
stirring hi a cauldron, and lights one of the fiery
staves, indifferent to the danger, intent only on the
strange, new, perilous beauty. She is exalted by
the sight of the blood-red roses growing in the sar-
cophagus, and she cries to the roses. Violent deeds
go on around her wherever she is. In her father's
INTRODUCTION.
xm
house brother fiojhts with brother, and it is her
brother's bleediug face which appears to het
through the barred window, witli ominous signifi-
cance, at the close of the first act, as she sees
Paolo for the first tirae, and offers him a rose. In
the house of her husband she sees fighting from
the walls, and her husband's brother, Malatestiuo,
is brought in wounded in the eye. There is a
prisoner wliose cries come up from the dungeons
underground, while Malatestino, who is after-
wards to betray her to her husband, persecutes her
with his love. She hates cruelty, but like one to
whom it is a daily, natural thing, always about
her path.
" To fight in battle is a lovely thing.
But secret slaying in the dark I hate,"
she says to her husband, as she tells him of
his brother's thirst for blood. Towards her hus-
band her attitude is quite without modern sub-
tlety; he has won her unfairly, she is unconscious
of treachery towards him in loving another;
she has no scruples, only apprehensions of some
unlucky ending to love. And when that end-
ing comes, and the lover is caught in the trap-
door, as he is seeking to escape, and the husband
pulls him up by the hair, and kills them both, the
husband has no moralising to do; he bends his
crooked knee with a painful movement, picks up
his sword, and breaks it across the other knee
The action of the play moves slowly, but it
moves; beiiind all its lyrical outcries there is a
hard grip on the sheer facts of the age, the defi-
nite realities of the passion. D'Annunzio has
XIV INTR OD ITCTION.
learnt something from Wagner, not perhaps the
best that Wagner had to teach, in his over-ampli-
fication of detail, his insistence on so many things
beside the essential things, his recapitulations,
into which he has brought almost the actual
Wagnerian "motives." When the moment is
reached which must, in a play on this subject, be
the great moment or the moment of failure, when
the dramatist seems to come into actual competi-
tion with Dante, d'Annunzio is admirably bi'ief,
significant, and straightforward. In the scene in
which " Galeotto fu il libro, e chi loscrisse," he
has made his lovers read out of the actual book
out of which Dante represents them as reading,
the old French romance of "Lancelot du Lac,"
and the words which they repeat are the actual
words of the book, put literally into Italian.
It is not any part of my purpose to compare
" Francesca da Rimini " with Mr. Stephen Phillips'
"Paolo and Fi-ancesca," but, after translating this
scene, I had the curiosity to turn to the corre-
sponding scene in the English play. The diifer-
ence between them seemed to be the difference
between vital speech, coming straight out of
a situation, and poetising round a situation. In
d'Annunzio you feel the blind force and oncoming
of a living passion; and it is this energy which
speaks throughout the whole of a long and often
delaying play. Without energy, " la grace litte-
raire supreme," as Baudelaire has called it, beauty
is but a sleepy thing, decrepit or born tired. In
"Francesca da Rimini" beauty speaks with the
voice of life itself.
Arthur Syraons.
DRAMATIS PERSONS
DRAMATIS PERSONS.
OSTASIO.
Banning.
Francesca.
Samaritan A.
BlANCOFIOBE.
Alda.
Garsenda.
Altichiara. r
AnONELLA. '
The Slave. J
Ser Toldo Berardengo.
ASPINKLLO ARSKNDI.
ViviANO De' Vivii.
Bertrando Luko.
An Archer.
Giovanni, " The Lame,"
known a.s Gianciotto.
Paolo "The Beautiful."
Malatestino "The One-eyed."
OoDo Dalle Caminate
FoscoLO D'Olnano.
Archers.
Men-at-Arms.
Son.s and Daughters of Guido
Minore da Polenta.
Francesca's Women.
Partisans of Guido.
Sons of Mala-
testa da Ver-
rucchio.
Partisans of Mala-
testa.
The Merchant. The Merchant's Boy. The Doc-
tor. The Jester. The Astrolofrer. The Musi-
cians. The Torchbearers.
Scene : At Ravenna, in the Iloune of the Polentani;
at Rimini, in the House of the Malatesti.
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI
FKANCESCA DA KIMINI
ACT I.
Court in the House of the Polentani, adjacent to a
garden that shines brightly through a marble
screen, pierced in the form of a transept. A log-
gia runs round it above, leading on the right to
the women^s apartments, and in front, supported
on small pillars, affords a double view. On the
left is a flight of steps leading down to the thres-
hold of the enclosed garden. At the back is a
large door, and a low, barred window, through
which can be seen a range of arches surrounding
another larger court. Near the steps is a Byzan- I
tine sarcophagus, without a lid, filled xoith earth, I
like a flower pot, in which grows a crimson rose-
bush.
The Women are seen, leaning over the loggia, and
coming down the stairs, gazing curiously at the
Jester, who carries his viol hanging by his side,
and in his hand an old jerkin.
Alda.
Jester, hey, Jester !
8 FRANCESCA DA RUflNL
Garsenda.
Adonella, Adonella, here is the Jester
In the court! O Biancofiore,
The Jester ! he has come !
Adonella.
Are the gates open yet ?
Biancofiore.
Let's make the Jester sing.
Alda.
Hey, tell me, are you that Gianni . . .
Jester.
Sweet ladies . . .
Alda.
That Gianni who was coming from Bologna ?
Gian Figo ?
Garsenda.
Are you Gordello who is coming from Ferrara?
Jester.
Dear ladies ...
Adonella. r
What are you seeking there ?
The trail of the scent.
Biancofiore.
We brew in limbecs oils of lavendei'.
And oils of spikenard.
Jester.
I am no apothecary's pedlar, I.
Altichiara. ''
You shall have a bunch though, my good night-
ingale.
If you will sing.
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 9
Garsenba.
Look at him, how he droops !
Jester.
Fair ladies, have you . . .
BlANCOFIOEE.
Yes,
Heaps upon heaps.
Adonella.
Bags full
And coffers full of it. Madonna Francesca
Can dip her beauty, if she has a mind to,
In oil of lavender.
Jester.
I thought rather to find the smell of blood
In the house of Guido.
Alda.
Blood of the Traversari : in the streets,
In the streets you will find it.
All.
Polenta! Polenta! Down with the Traversari !
Jester.
Heigho! Catch who catch can, go free who
may !
The sparrows are becoming sparrow-hawks.
[Shouts of laughter ring down the staircase, 6e-
tween the tvoi-horned head-dresses.]
All.
Grapple with the Ghibelline!
Jester.
Be quiet now, don't let the archer near you,
10 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Or he will fetch me suddenly such a bolt
As will lay me out my length for all my life.
Alda.
You swear you are a Guelph?
Jester.
By San Mercuriale of Forli
(That sets the belfry crumbling on the pate
Of the Feltran people) I tell you I am Guelph,
As Guelph as Malatesta da Verrucchio.
Garsenda.
Good then, you are safe; only be circumspect:
You have leave to smell.
Jester.
To smell? Aud not to eat?
I am a dog, then?
How many bitches are there in the place?
Let's see.
[He goes down on hands and feet like a dog, and
makes for the woinen.\
Garsenda.
Ah nasty dog !
Alda.
Filthy dog!
Altichiara.
Wicked dog I
Take that!
Jester.
Ahi, ahi, you have smashed ray viol,
You have broken my bow.
Adonella.
Take that!
FBANCESCA DA RIMINI. 11
Garsenda.
And that!
BlANCOFIORE.
And that!
Jester.
They are all in heat!
I would I knew which one of you the most!
[Theij all strike him on the back vrith their fists,
laughing. And as the Jester jumps about
amongst them like a dog, they begin to dance
round him, shaking out their perfumed skirts.^
BiAjsrcorioRE.
Take hands, and dance a round!
Adonella.
Do you smell the spice,
Lavender and spikenard?
Altichiara.
I am flame and ice,
I am flame and ice!
BlANCOFIORE.
Fresh in cool linen is sweet lavender!
Alda.
Come in, brigfht eyes, into my garden fair!
Altichiaka.
An odour comes, no garden can I find.
Adonella.
How comes this lovely odour on the wind?
All.
Smell! Smell!
Garsknda.
Sweet shift that long in lavender has lain;
12 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Sweetheart, the time of May has come again.
All.
Smell! Smell!
Adonella.
I would I had my sweetheart near my side,
And nearer than my shift is near to me.
Dear love is dear to me !
Dear love is dear to me!
All.
Smell! smell! smell!
Jester
[Standing up and trying to catch one of them].
Catch who catch can !
If I catch one of you. . .
[ With cries of laughter, they run up the stairs
then stand panting with merriment.}
Alda
[With a contemptuous gesture],
Tou are no sheep dog, you !
Garsenda.
Tou are a pantry dog.
Poor Jester! have you not
More stomach now for food than bantering?
Jester
[Scratching his throat].
May be I have. I dined some while ago.
Fine scents fill no lean paunches.
Garsenda.
Well then, well,
Go rather to the Archbishop Bonifazio,
He is the biggest glutton
FRANCEtiCA DA RIMINI. 13
That eats in the world : the Genoese. This house
Is Guido da Polenta's.
Jester.
Yellow with flower of the black hellebore,
Because there is no juniper in the world,
May all be salt to me,
Ravenna women have it ... in the round,
Salt be to me !
Garsenda.
Round-pated you yourself 1
You thought to get the better of us, eh?
We have got the better of you.
BlANCOFIOBE.
Sing, Jester!
Alda.
Dance, Jester I
Jester
[Picking up Ids rng].
You have pulled me all to pieces.
Mischief o' me ! Have you, by chance, a little. . .
Garsenda.
A little bacon?
Jester. '
Have you a little scarlet?
Adonella.
Are you for jesting with us? We are ready.
BlANCOFIORE.
But who are you? that Gianni. . .
Altichiara.
O, Biancofiore, look what clothes he has!
The doublet is at loggerheads with the hose.
14 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Garsenda.
He is Giau Figo, who was coming from Bologna.
BlANCOFIOBE.
Come from Bologna without a bolognino.
Alda.
I am sure he is of the Lambertazza party.
Garsenda.
An evil race!
Alda.
He has been put to shame
By the Geremei.
Altichiara.
Have you iiot lost a princedom, noble sir?
Garsenda.
O, Adonella, look at him: he has fled
In nothing but his trousers.
Jester.
And you will have them off me.
Adonella.
"What a poor thing! Look at yourself in the
glass,
As crooked as a cross-bow on its stock.
Biancofiore.
Now you will sing the spoiling of Bologna,
And how King Enzo was made prisoner.
Garsenda.
Have I not told you he is from Ferrara?
Jester
[Impatiently].
I am from Ferrara and I am from Bologna.
FEANCESCA DA BIMINI. 15
Gabsenda.
Was it then you
Who escorted from Bologna to Ferrara
Ghisolabella de' Caccianiraici
To the good Marchese Opizzo?
Jester.
Just so, just so, 'twas I, just as you say.
Garsenda.
It was you too who made
The match between the sister of the Marquess
And that old and rich judge, him of Gallura,
A shrivelled, wizened thing
That had the help of his big man-servant ?
Jester.
Just so, 'twas I, just as you say; and I had
In thanks for it. . .
Alda.
A bone?
Adonella.
Two chestnuts?
BlANCOFIORE.
Three
Walnuts and a hazel-nut?
Altichiara.
A stump of pimpernel?
Garsenda.
A pair of snails
And an acorn?
Jester.
This mantle that you see, of Irish frieze?
No; or of purple Tyrian samite'.' no;
16 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
But all of velvet ciimson-coloux-ed, lined
With skins of miniver.
Gabsenda.
Look, look, Altichiara,
The thing he is holding!
Altichiara.
A little threadbare cloak.
Gaksenda.
No, no, it is a Romagua jerkin.
Alda.
Then
You are Gordello, you are not Gian Figo.
Adonella.
But no, he is a Jew.
BlANCOFIOBE.
He is the huckster Lotto
Of Porto Sisi.
Altichiara.
Sells fripperies and songs.
Adonella.
What have you with you? Have you rags or
ballads?
Jester.
Fool that I am, I thought to find myself
In the palace of the nobles of Polenta,
And here I am in a chirping nest of swallows.
Garsenda.
Comfort yourself, I ara satisfied by now
That I have taught you. Master Merrymaker,
Ravenna women are not easily beaten
At the game of banter.
PRANCESCA DA ElMINL 17
Jesteb.
And of the pole, too.
Alda.
You chuckle over it?
Adonella.
Will you whet your whistle?
Biancofioke.
No, Alda: come now, make him sing to us.
Garsenda.
Do you not see the sorry sort of viol
He trails here, Adonella?
It seems to me a sort of pumpkin cowled,
With its big belly and its monstrous neck.
The rose is meanly cut.
Here's a peg missing, here
The bass and tierce are gone.
Well, if he barks, his viol gapes in answer.
Go, scrawl arpeggios
Upon a rebeck, let the bow alone.
Biancofiore.
You let the joke alone, then, Mona Berta.
Let us see now if he knows how to sing.
Come on then, Jester,
And sing us, if you can, a pretty song.
Do you know any of that troubadour
Who calls himself the Notary of Lentino?
Madonna Francesca knows a lovely one
Beginning this way: "Very mightily
Love holds me captive." Do you know the
song?
Jestkr.
Yes, I will say it now.
If you have a little scarlet.
18 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Altichiara.
But what is it you want then, with your scarlet?
Adonei.la.
We are waiting, we are waiting I
Jester.
I want you, if you will,
To put a patch for me
Upon this jerkin.
Altichiara.
What a mad idea,
To patch Roraagna woollen, and with scarlet!
Jester.
I pray you, if you have it, do for me
This service. There is one tear here, in front,
Another on the elbow; here it is.
Have you two scraps?
Altichiara.
I will put it right for you
If you will sing to us.
But I assure you, 'tis a novelty
To set the two together.
Jester.
T go about in search of novelties,
As novel as myself:
That's just the reason.
But not long since I found a novelty,
As I was on my way :
I met with one,
Not two miles on'o of here,
That had his head of iron,
His legs of wood, and talked with both his
shoulders.
FRANCESCA DA BIMINI. 19
BlANCOFIORE.
This is a novelty in very deed,
But tell us how.
Adoxella.
We are waiting! we are waiting!
Jester.
Listen, and I will tell you. I met with one
That wore an iron headjjiece on his head
And went to gather fir-cones in the wood
Here at Ravenna, and he went on crutches,
And when I asked him had he seen about
A little friend of mine, he shrugged his shoul-
ders.
Saying by this means
He had not seen him.
BlANCOFIORE
[contemptuously\.
But this is a true thing.
Jester.
Am I not novel,
That tell true things for fables? Catch who
catch can !
So, you will do then what I asked of you?
And after you have done it,
You shall wait no great while before you learn,
The occasion offering, that Gian Figo. . .
Garsenda.
Ah!
You have let it out at last.
A I. J..
He is Gian Figo!
so FBANCESCA DA RIMINI
Jester.
Before you learn Giaa Figo is as wise
As Dinadan the King of Orbeland's son,
Tliat found his wisdom by forgetting love .
Altichiara.
But now enough of this: time for a song!
BlANCOFIORE.
" There comes a time to rise ..."
Do- you not know the song King Enzo made,
The King that lost his kingdom in a battle
Against Bologna, and was put in prison
In a big iron cage, and ended his life there.
Singing his sorrows?
Seven years ago in March: I can i-emember.
" There comes a time to rise, a time to fall,
A time for speaking and for keeping silence."
Adonella.
No, no, Gian Figo,
Tell us instead the song
Made by King John, John of Jerusalem,
" For the flower of all the lands."
Garsenda.
No, tell us that of good King Frederick,
" A song of pure delight."
(Madonna Francesca, the flower of all Ravenna
Knows it) made for the flower
Of Soria when the sire of Suabia
Loved a most worthy maiden
His wife had brought with her from over sea.
And brought to honour; and this wife of the
King
Of Suabia was no other than the daughter
FRANCESCA DA BIMINl. 21
Of John, King of Jerusalem, and her name
Was Isabella, and she died, and then
Kincj Frederick took for his wife tlie sister
Of the simple Henry of Enj^land ; and he loved
her
Exceedingly, because, like our Madonna
Francesca, she was skilled
In music, and all ways of lovely speech ;
And this was the third wedding; and she, then,
That sang and played all day and all night long,
Had . . .
[BiAJjcoFiOKE covers her mouth loith her hand.]
Jester.
AVhat a bibble babble ! O poor King Enzo,
There never is a time here to be silent.
What's to be done with nil your merchandise,
(iian Figo, chitter, chatter, chattering.
Here are four voices, and more like a thousand !
Altichiara.
Listen to me now. Jester. Let the King
Alone. He is d(>ad and buried. Say instead
" O mother mine,
(five me a husband." " Tell me why, my
child."
"That he may give me happy. . . "
Alda.
That is old;
Listen to me, Jester.
Altichiara.
Then, " Monua Lapa,
She spun and span. . ."
Alda.
No I
22 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Altichiara.
Then: " O garden-close,
I enter and nobody knows."
Alda.
Hush!
Altichiaka. .
Then: "Let's all
Have seven lovers,
That's one for every day of the week."
Alda.
Hush!
Altichiaka.
Then:
" Monna Aldruda, don't be a pinide, a
Piece of good news. . ."
Alda.
O hush ! Biancofiore,
Do shut her mouth. Jester, listen to me :
These are old songs. . .
Adonella.
There's a new troubadour
Xnown at Bologna: surely you have heard him ?
He's the new fashion ;
They call him Messer Guido. . . Messer Guido
Di . . . di . . .
Jester.
Di Guinizello.
He was one that went out with the Lambertazzi,
Took refuge at Verona, and there died.
Alda.
Good, let him die: he's for the Emperor.
May he go now and make his rhymes in hell!
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 23
Listen to me, Jester; tell us a story
Of knights.
BlANCOFIOBE.
Yes, yes, the knights of the Round Table !
Do you know their stories?
The love of Iseult of the golden hair?
Jestp:b.
I know the histories of all the knights
And all the knightly deeds of chivalry
Done in King Arthur's time,
And specially I know of Messer Tristan
And Messer Lancelot of the Lake, and Messer
Percival of the Grail, that took the blood
Of our Lord Jesus Christ, and of Galahad,
And of Gawain, and the rest. I know them all,
Alda.
Of Guenevere?
Adonella.
Good luck, Jester, good luck!
We will tell Madonna Francesca what you know,
Will we not, Alda?
She takes delight in them;
Jester, she will reward you bountifully.
Jestkk.
She will give me the remainder . . .
Adonei-i-a.
What remainder?
Jester.
Why, the two scraps of scarlet.
Adonella.
She will give you
Quite other \i,\li&, the bountifuUest gifts.
24 FEANCESCA DA liUIUII.
Rejoice that she is marrying;
Messer Guido marries her to a Malatesta;
The wedding day is close at hand.
BlANCOFIORE.
Meanwhile
Tell us a story: we are all ears. " There is time
To listen," said the prisoner.
[They group themselves about the Jester, lean-
ing towards 1dm: he begins.]
Jester.
How the fay Morgana sent to Arthur's Court
The shield foretelling the great love to be
Between good Tristan and the flower-like Iseult;
And this shall be between the loveliest lady
And the most knightly knight in all the world.
And how Iseult and Tristan drank together
The draught of love that Iseult's mother, Lotta,
Had destined for her daughter aud King Mark.
And how the draught of love, being perfect,
brought
Both these two lovers to one single death.
[The women stand listening, the J esteb preludes on
the viol and sings.]
" Now, when the dawn of day ivas nigh at hand.
King Mark of Cornwall and good Tristan rose. . ."
The voice of Ostasio
[behind the scenes].
Tell him, the Puglian thief.
Tell him, I say, that I will wash my hands
And feet in his heart's blood !
Alda.
Messer Ostasio !
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 25
Garsenda.
Come away, come, come!
{They scatter, and rush up the stairs, with laugh-
ter and cries, and along the loyyia.]
Jester.
My jerkin, my good jerkin! 1 commend you,
My jerkin, and the scarlet!
Altichiara
[leaning over the loggia].
Come back at noon :
It shall be ready.
OsTASio DA Polenta enters hy the great door at
the back, accompanied hy Ser Toldo Berajr-
DENGO.
OSTASIO
[seizing the terrified Jester).
What are you doing here, rascal?
Wiiom were you talking with, the women? How
Did you come here? Answer nie, I say. Arc
you
From Messer Paolo Malatesta? Now,
Answer!
Jkstku.
O sir, you arc holding me too hard.
Ahi!
OSTASIO.
Did you come here with Messer Paolo?
jESTEIt.
No, sir.
26 FEANCESCA BA BIMINI.
OSTASIO.
You lie !
Jester.
Yes, sir.
OSTASIO.
You were talking with
The women; wliat did you say? something, no
doubt,
Concerning Messer Paolo. What was it?
Jester.
No, sir, no, sir, only of Messer Tristan.
OSTASIO.
Take care; you do not trifle with me twice,
Or you shall keep this tryst of yours with
Tristan
Longer than you intend, unseemly fool.
Jester.
Ahi, ahil what have I done to vex you, sir?
I was only singing something.
I was only singing a song of the Kound Table.
The ladies asked me for a history
Of knights. . . I am a Jester and I sing
From hunger, and my hunger
Hoped better things than beating in the house
Of the most noble Messer Guido. I,
That keep no hack, have footed
From the Castle of Calbeli
All the way here: I left
Messer Rinieri fortifying his keep
With some seven hundred strong
Of infantry.
FBA2s^CESCA DA 2?/J/I^V7. 27
OSTASIO.
You come from Calbeli?
Jester.
Yes, sir.
OSTASIO.
Were you ever with the Malatesti
At Rimino?
Jester.
No, sir; never, sir.
OSTASIO.
Then
You do not know Messer Paolo, the Beautiful,
That dotes on jesters, and would have them sing
And play at all times in his company?
Jester.
Unluckily I do not know him, sir,
But I would ghidly know him. And if I find
him,
I pray to l)e found always at his side.
Lonpf life to Messer Paolo Malatesta!
[He iff about to retire hastily. Ostasio catches
hold of him arjain, and calln the Archer
who is on guard in the other Court.]
Ostasio.
Jacomello!
Jester.
What have I done, and why
Do you do me violence?
Ostasio.
Too much talk.
28 FllANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Jestek.
I am mute.
It is hunger barking in me. Keep me prisoner
In the kitchen, and I will be as still as oil.
OSTASIO.
Will you be silent, rascal? Jacomello!
I give this prattle-seller to your charge,
See that you bit and bib him.
A spice cake,
Givo me a spice cake.
OSTASIO.
Give him a box ou the ears.
Jester
[As the Archer thrusts him out].
When Madonna Francesca knows how you have
used me. . . .
I am to sing at her wedding.
Long life to Messer Paolo Malatesta!
[Eaginy, and full of suspicion, Ostasio dravis the
Notary totvards the sarcopharjus.]
Ostasio.
These jesters and the like men of the Court
Here in Romagna are a very plague,
Worse than the Emperor's rabble. They are
tongues
Of women; they know everything, say every-
thing;
They go about the world
FRANCESCA DA BIMINI. 29
Spreading abroad their news and novelties;
Their ears are at the keyholes of us all.
Who wants to know how the good Papal Rector
Lay with the wife of Lizio da Valbona?
Who wants to know
How much Kinieri da Calbeli has taken
Out of the purses of the Geremei?
As for this rascal
That gossipped with the women of Francesca,
If he had been a jester
Of the Malatesti
By now the women had heard all the news
There is to tell of Paolo,
And all the cunning plan had been vain,
Ser Toldo, that you counselled
Out of your manifold wisdom.
Ser Toldo.
As for him,
He was so poor and threadbare,
How could I take him for a follower
Of such a lordly knight as Paolo,
He being so bountiful
With gentry such as these?
But you are well-advised in bitting him.
These creatures of the Court
May 1)e by way of being .soothsayers,
And often steal the trade
Of the astrologers.
OSTASIO.
True. And this slave
Of Cyprus, that my sister loves so dearly,
I have my doubts of her; she too, I think,
Is something of a soothsayer; I know
30 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
That she interprets dreams. The other day
I saw my sister full of heavy thoughts,
And almost sorrowful,
As if some evil dream had come to her;
And only yesterday
I heard her heave such a long, heavy sigh
As if she had a trouble in her heart,
And I heard Samaritana
Say to her: "What is it, sister? Why do you
weep?"
Ser Toldo.
Messer Ostasio, it is the month of May.
OSTASIO.
In truth there is no peace for us until
This marriage is well over. And I fear,
Ser Toldo, lest some scandal come of it.
Ser Toldo.
Yet you know well, what sort
Of woman is your sister, and how high
Of heart and mind. If she see this Gianciotto,
So lamed and bent, and with those eyes of his.
As of an angry devil,
Before the marriage-contract
Be signed and sealed, why, neither will your
father
Nor you, nor any, of a certainty
Bring her to take
The man for husband, not although you set
Your dagger at her throat, or haled her through
Ravenna by the haii-.
Ostasio.
I know it well, Ser Toldo, for my father
FBANCESCA DA RIMINI. 31
Gave her for foster-mother
A sword of his of a miraculous edge,
That he had tempered in Cesena blood
When he was Podesta.
Sek Toldo.
Well then, I say,
If this be so, and yon desire the match,
There is no other way to compass it.
And seeing that Paolo Malatesta comes
As procurator of Giauciotto here,
And with full powers
For the betrothal of Madonna Francesca,
I say you should proceed
Instantly to the marriage.
If you would sleep in peace, Messer Ostasio.
Paolo is a fair and pleasant youth,
And makes a brave decoy.
Undoubtedly; yet it is far too easy
To learn that he is married to Orabile.
And you, did you not beat this jester but
For fear of idle talk'^
Ostasio.
Yes, you are right,
Ser Toldo; we must put an end to this.
My father is returning from Valdoppio
This very night; we will have all prepared
And ready for to-morrow.
Sek Toldo.
Very good,
Messer Ostasio.
Ostasio.
Yet . . . What will come of it ?
S2 FRANCESCA ba biminl
Ser Toldo.
If you do all, as all this should be done,
With secrecy and prudence. Madonna Fraucesca
Will find out nothing till at Rimino,
She wakes, the morning after
Her wedding day, and sees
Beside her . . .
OSTASIO.
Ah, it is like some vile revenge 1
See Toldo.
And sees beside her rise
Gianciotto.
OSTASIO.
O, she is so beautiful !
And we avenge ourselves upon her beauty.
Almost as if she wronged our house and us
In coming to be born
Here like a flower in the midst of so much iron.
We are giving her to the lame Malatesta
For the sake of that poor hundred infantry !
But is she not herself
Worth more than all the lordship of Romagna ?
False notary, how did you poison first
My father's mind ? All this
Is your base bargaining. I will not have it.
Do you understand ?
Sek Toldo.
Why, what tarantula bites you,
Messer Ostasio ?
Surely you will not find
A better match to make in all Romagna ?
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 33
OSTASIO.
The Malatesti ? Who then after all
Are these Verrucchio folk ? By this alliance
Shall we have crot Ceseiia,
Cervia, Faeuza, Forli, Civitella,
Half of Roraagna?
A hundred uifantry !
To hunt the Traversara region, O
The mighty succour !
And Dovadella, and Zello, and Montaguto
Already in our pt)wer perhaps. Giauciotto !
But who is he, Giauciotto ? When I think
How that Traversarian widow.
That ancient scabhy bitch, has mated with
(After the nephew of the Pope) the son
Of Andrea, the King of Hungary. . . .
Ser Toldo.
What is the King of Hungary to you ?
OSTASIO.
But here are we, witli this
Puglian clodhopper.
This (iuglielmetto that now vaunts himself
As tlie legitimate lieir
Of I'aolo Travcrsari,
And harries us; and we shall never break him
With this mere hundred infantry, and he
Will surely conu^ again with help from Foglia.
What shall we hope for then
From Malatesta ?
Ser Toi.do.
Malatesta is the chief of all the Guelphs
Now in Pi(jniagna, and tlic chief defender
34 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Of the Church, and he has the favoui* of the
Pope,
And he was made the governor of Florence
Under King Charles, and whosoever seeks
A captain. . . .
OSTASIO.
Notary.
Guido di Montefeltro shattered him,
Once, at the bridge of San Px'ocolo. Notary,
Guglielmino de' Pazzi drove him back
At Reversano, and has made him since
Give up the fortress of Cesena.
Ser Toldo.
Ay,
But the victory at Colle di Valdelsa
Against the Sienese,
The time he slaughtered Provenzan Salvani?
But when he made Count Guido prisoner
On the borders of Ancona, and brought him
back,
Him and his men, to Rimino? But when
He intercepted
The famous secret letters
From the Emperor Baldwin to King Manfred?
Come,
In truth it seems to me,
Messer Ostasio,
Your memory is then no longer Guelph.
Ostasio.
If the Devil comes to me and lends me a hand
That I may root and ruin the evil race
Of the slave Pasquetta and the Puglian hag,
I am for the Devil, notary.
FRANCESCA DA HI MINI. 35
Ser Toldo.
All, ah! I guessed the trutli:
It is the tarantula of Puglia bites you.
OSTASIO.
The Emperor Frederick (God, for this thing
Grant him a cup of water down in hell ! )
Had utterly destroyed the seed of them,
When he hurled Aica Traversari headlong
Into the fiery furnace.
And lo, one day there comes into Ravenna
A certain slave, Pasquetta, with her sweetheart,
And tells you: " I am Aica,"
And comes on one Filippo, an Archbishop,
And he affirms her the legitimate heir,
And with the taking over of the Dukedom
Makes her the lady mistress I And from that
The filthy vagabond of a husband holds
The headship of the very Ghibelline party
Against the house of Polenta I O Ser Toldo,
Now we are doing deeds of chivalry
Against Guglielmo Francisio, bastard
Of shepherd-folk. Do you understand?
Ser Toldo.
But you,
Have you not driven him out of Ravenna?
OSTASIO.
With the infantry of Gianciotto Malatesta?
Ser Toi.do.
You arc ungrateful, Mesf-er Ostasio.
Gianciotto Malatesta in two days
Broke ;ill the bars and gratings in the streets;
Between Sant' Agata and Porta San Mamante,
M PeANCESCA da BIMINl.
He massacred the gang
Of the Anastagi;
Between San Simoue and Porta San Vittore
His heavy cross-bolts cleared
The whole pack in a breath.
Nor is he ever one to spare himself,
But proved his courage,
There, with a buckler braced about his arm,
A rapier in his hand ;
And always in the crush
Set on his priceless horse,
A raging beast that gave his enemies
What travail more he could, so that he had
Always some dozen more or less of men
Under his horse's hoof; and Stefano
Sibaldo, that stood by,
Swears, when the Lamester does
A feat of arms, it is beautiful to see him;
He is a master in the art of war !
OSTASIO.
Ser Toldo, you had certainly your share
Of the booty I You will take away their skill
From those who sang the song of the twelve
barons
Of Charlemagne,
Lord of the flowing beard. How much, I pray.
Came to your share?
Ser Toldo.
The tarantula of Puglia
Is a certain sort of spider,
That brings all kinds of luck to those he bites.
1 am not now, alas,
All that I have been once !
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 37
But the Malatesti always liave been ill
Bearers of shame, and now Gianciotto knows
The way by which one gets inside the walls
Here at Ravenna. . . . But you might give your
sister,
No doubt, to the Prince Royal of Salerno,
Or to the Doge of Venice.
OSTASIO
[absorbed].
Ah ! is she
Not worth a kingdom? How beautiful she is 1
There never was a sword that went so straight
As her eyes go, if they but look at you.
Yesterday she was saying: " Who is it
You give me to?" When she walks, and her
hair
Falls all about her to her waist, and down
To her strong knees (she is strong, though very
pale)
And her head sways a little, she gives forth joy
Like flags that wave in the wind
When one sets forth against a mighty city
In polished armour. Then
Slie seems as if she held
The eagle of Polenta
Fast in her fist, like a trained hawk, to fling him
Forth to tlie prey. Yesterday she was saying:
*' Who is it you give me to? "
Why should I see her die?
Sku Toi-do.
Now you might give your sister
To the King of Hungary
Or better, to the Paleologue.
38 FBANCESCA BA RIMINI.
OSTASIA.
Be silent,
Ser Toldo, for to-day
I am not patient.
The Voice of Banning.
Ostasio! Ostasiol
OSTASIO.
By God! here is Bannino, here is the bastard
That pants and lolls his tongue.
I knew it.
Banning appears at the door at the back of the
stage, jjanting and dishevelled, like a fugitive,
with AspiNELLo, Aksendi, Viviano de'
Vivii, and Bektkando Luko, loho are bleeding
and covered lolth dust.
Banning.
Ostasio !
The men of Forli have attacked the waggons
Of salt, by Cervia;
They have put to flight the convoy and over-
turned
The waggons.
Ostasio
[Shouting].
Ah, I knew it!
But they have not cut your throat?
ASPINELLG.
The Ghibellines that were exiled from Bologna.
With those too of Faeuza and Forli
FEANCESCA DA RnilNI. 39
Gather iu companies over all the laud
And are laying all things waste with fire and
sword.
OSTASIO.
Jesu our Lord, good tidings for your Vicar!
ViVIANO.
And they have burned Monte Vecchio, Valcapra,
Piauetto. They have laid waste Strabatanza
and Biserno
For Lizio da Valbona,
They have laid waste, for the Count
Ugo da Cerfugnano,
The country of Rontana and of Quarmento.
OSTASIO.
God of mercy, still good tidings,
Good tidings to thy servants, and good tidings!
Bertrando.
Guide di Montcfcltro
Takes horse to Calbeli
With engines, and balistas;
And he will have the castle.
OsTASIO.
More? more!
Christ Jesus, to thy praise always I
ViVIANO.
Tliere was Scarpetta
Of the OrdelafTi witli the Forli folk.
BANNIAfO.
They have put to fliglit the convoy and over-
turned
The waggons and taken cattle
40 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
And horses, and have killed
Malvicino da Lozza
And many soldiers, and made prisoner
Paji^ano Coffa; and the others in disorder
Have fled iu search of safety towards the sea.
OSTASIO.
And yon, you towards the laud,
As fast as horse could carry you. I knew it
I knew it well.
Where did you leave your sword?
And you have thrown away your helmet too.
Save himself he who can! That is your cry.
Banning.
My sword? I broke my sword
In the very rage of striking blows with it.
There were three hundred, maybe four, against
us.
Aspinello, Bertrando,
Say, both of you, and you
Viviano, say if I did well or no.
I had against me more than twenty men
That would have taken me; and I carved my
life
With my own hand out of their flesh and bone.
Say, all of you !
OSTASIO.
You see
They cannot answer for yon; they are tasked
To stanch the flowing of their blood, and wipe
The dust away that clings about their faces.
But you are clean, you; cuirass, sleeves, all
clean,
FBANCESCA DA EIMINI. 41
Spotless. Your euemies
Had got no veins then in their bodies? You
Have not a scratch upon your whited face,
mighty man of valour in your words!
[The Three Soldiers, taking their harness
off their backs, and wiping it, move away.]
Banning
Ostasio! Ostasiol Enough!
OSTASIO.
1 knew it well,
I had but laughter when
My fatlier picked you out
To lead the waggon safely in. I said:
" May the good Bishop of Cervia
Preserve him with his crozier! In Ravenna
'Tis very certain we shall have no salt."
Did I say wrong? Go, go, Bannino, go
And mince the lungs of hares into a dish
For sparrow-hawks.
Banning.
You should be silent, you,
While I was in the fray.
Stayed safe at home, plotting with notaries.
Ostasio.
O lord and leader of harlots, you shall know
That if the men of Forli did not catch you,
Because you were too nimble,
'Tis I will catch you.
Banning.
What? with treachery,
After your fashion?
42 FBANCESCA DA EIMINI.
OstaSio.
I will do it so that you,
This time at least, do not go whimpering home
To tell my father.
Seb Toldo.
Peace! peace!
Banning.
I will tell him
Something I know, this time.
OSTASIO.
What do you know?
Banning.
You know the thing I mean.
Ser Tgldo.
Peace, peace, O peace!
Be brothers!
OSTASIG.
He is from another nest.
Ser Toldo.
Messer Ostasio, he is but a boy.
OSTASIO.
Sijeak then, if you know how to wound a man
At any rate with your tongue.
Banning.
You know the thing
I mean. I keep my counsel,
Ostasio.
Ng, pour out
Your gall, that is now painted in your face,
Or I will wring you up as if I wrung
A wet rag out.
FRANCESCA DA EUUNI. 43
Banning.
Ostasio,
I am not so skilled in pouring out my gall
As you your wine
With an unshaken hand.
Ostasio.
What wine?
Banning,
Your wine, pure wine, jjure wine, I mean.
OSTASIG.
Listen to me, bastard !
Banning.
Our good old father
Fell sick one day. With what a tenderness
You watched about him, O you best of sons!
Do you know now? do you know? I know a
thing
That you too know.
God dry your right band up!
Ostasio.
Ah, what a woman's lie is that! O bastard,
Your day has come at last;
No use in flying from the enemy!
[lie drawn kin sword and rushes upou BANNING,
who leaps aside and avoids the blow. lie is
about tofoUov) him, lohen Seb Toldo tries
to drav) him back. |
Sek Toldo.
Messer Ostasio, what is it you would do?
Let him alone! Let him alone! He is
Your brother. Wbat wouM you do to him?
I'l'he .Si.AVK comes out on the loyjia and watchis.]
44 FRANCESGA DA BIMINL
Banning
[terrified].
O father,
father, help ! Francesca, O sister, help !
No! you will kill me. Wretch! Wretch! No,
no, pardon,
Ostasio! No, I will not tell . . .
[Seeing the point at his throat, he kneels down.]
The poison
Was not yours.
[The Three Soldiers, unarmed, have come hack.]
No, I will not tell! O pardon!
[Ostasio wounds him in the cheek. He swoons.]
Ostasio.
Nothing, nothing, it is nothing,
[He leans over and looks at him.]
It is nothing;
He has fainted; I have only pricked the skin;
Not in a bad place, no; and not in anger.
1 pricked him just a little
That he might learn not to fear naked steel.
That he might bear him better in the fray
And not lose sword and helmet
When he turns tail next on the Ghibelline.
[The Three Soldiers lift Banning.]
Take him away to Maestro Gabbadeo,
And let his wounds be staunched
With salt out of the Cervia salt-mines.
[He watches the wounded man as he is borne
away, then closes the great door with a clang.
The Slave silently retires from the loggia.]
Come,
Ser Toldo, let us go.
FRANCESCA DA UIMINI. 45
Seu Toldo.
AVhat will your father
Say when he comes?
OSTASIO.
My father
Is much too kind to this young bastardling.
[He looks gloomily on the ground.]
He is from another nest, and he was hatched
Not by the eagle, no, but by a jay.
Did you not hear what he was stuttering?
About a wine, a wine . . . [lie pauses grimly. \
It was a stock
Suborned by some one of the Anastagi.
Christ guard my father and my house from
traitors !
Seb Toldo.
And Madonna Francesca then?
OSTASIO.
Yes, we will give her
To the Malatesta.
Ser Toldo.
May God prosper itl
OSTASIO.
The vengeances that wait for us are great
And many, and some tears shall flow in the
world,
Please God, more bitter than the salt in all
The salt-mines of this Cervia. Come with me,
Ser Toldo, Paolo Malatesta waits.
[T/uy go out.\
46 FBANCESCA DA EIMINL
The Slave reappears, carrying a bucket and a
sponge. She comes down tlie stairs in silence,
barefooted. She looks at the bloodstains on the
pavement and goes dowyi on her knees to wash
them up. From the rooms above is heard the
song of the Women.
Chokus of Women.
All me, the sorrow of heart
In the heart that loves too well. Ah me!
Ah me, if the heart could tell
How love in the heart is aflame. Ah me!
[Francesca and Samakitana are seen coming
out on the loggia side by side, with their arms
about each other. The chorus of Women
follows t/iem,, carrying distaffs of different
colours; but pauses on the lighted loggia,
standing as in a singing gallery, ichile the
two sisters go down the stairs to the level of
the garden. The slave, having washed out
the stains, hurriedly pours the bloodstained
water in her bucket into the sarcophagus
among the flowers.]
Fbancesca
\pausing on the stairs].
It is love makes them sing!
[She throws hack Iter head a little, as if abandon-
ing herself to the breath of the melody, light
and palpitating.]
Women.
Ah me, the sorrow and shame,
In the sad heart on the morrow Ah me!
FBANCESCA DA RIMINI. 47
Francesca.
They are intoxicated with these odours.
Do you not hear them? With a sighing fall
Sadly they sing
The things of perfect joy.
[She loithilrmvs her arm from her niHter^a tvaist,
and moves a little away, paualng while the
other takes another step downward.]
Women.
Ah me, the hitter sorrow.
All life long. Ah me !
Francesca.
Like running water
That goes and goes, and the eye sees it not,
So is my soul.
Samaritana
With a sudden alarm, cUnylng closer to her sister].
Francesca,
Where are you going, who is taking you?
FllANCESCA.
Ah, you awaken me.
[The Sony pauses. The Women turn their backs,
looking down into the other court. They
seem to be on the loatch. The twi-horned
headdresses and the lull distaffs shine in the
sun, and now and then there is a whisperimj
and rustlinf/ of lips and garments in the clear
sunlight.]
Samakitana.
O, sister, sister,
Tiisten to me: stay with me still I O stay
With nio! wf; wore born hen;,
D(j n<jt forsak(! nic, do not go away,
48 FEANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Let me still keep my bed
Beside your bed, and let me still at night
Feel yon beside me,
Fkancesca.
He has come.
Samaritana.
Who? Who has come
To take you from me?
Frastcesca.
Sister, he has come.
Samakitana.
He has no name, he has no countenance,
And we have never seen him.
Fkancesca.
It may be
That I have seen him.
Samaritana.
I have never been apart
From you, and from your breath;
My life has never seen hut with your eyes;
O, where can you have seen him, and not I
Seen him as well?
Francesca.
Where you
Can never come, sweetheart, in a far place
And in a lonely place
Where a great flame of fire
Burns, and none feed that flame.
Samaritana.
You speak to me in riddles,
And there is like a veil over your face.
Ah, and it seems as if you had gone away,
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 49
And from fai- off
Turned and looked back; and your voice sounds
to me
As out of a great wind.
Fbancesca.
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."
Samaritan A.
So we will live, ah me.
So we will live forever;
And time shall flee away,
Flee away always!
Francesca.
And you will no more say to me at morn:
"What was it in your bed that made it creak
Like reeds in the wind?" Nor shall I answer
you :
" I turned about to sleep.
To sleep anrl dream, and saw,
As I was sleeping, in the dream I dreamed. . ."
50 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
All, I sliall no more tell yoii what is seen
lu dreams. And we will die.
So we will die forever;
And time shall flee away,
Flee away always !
Samaritan A.
O Francesca, O Francesca, you hurt my heart,
And see, Francesca,
You make me tremble all over.
Fbancesca.
Little one, peace,
Peace, be at rest.
Samaritan a.
You told me of the dream
You dreamed last night, and while
You sijoke I seemed to hear
A sound of voices calling out in anger,
And then a cry, and then
The sound of a door shutting; and then silence.
You did not finish telling me your dream,
For then
The women began singing, and you stopped ;
And you have left my heart in pain for you.
Whom is it that our father gives you to?
Francesca.
Sister, do you remember how one day
In August we were on the tower together?
We saw great clouds rise up out of the sea.
Great clouds heavy with storm.
And there was a hot wind that gave one thirst;
And all the weight of the great heavy sky
Weighed over on our heads; and we saw all
FItANCt:SCA DA RIMINI. 51
The forest round about, down to the sliore
Of Chiassi, turn to blackness, like the sea;
And we saw birds flying in companies
Before the murmurs growing on the wind.
Do you remember? We were on the tower;
And then, all of a sudden, there was dead
Silence. The wind was silent, and I heard
Only the beating of your little heart;
And then a hammer beat,
As by the roadside some flushed plunderer,
Hot for more plunder, bent
Shoeing his horse in haste.
The forest was as silent as the shadow
Over the tombs ;
Ravenna, dusk and hollow as a city
Sacked by the enemy, at nightfall. We,
We two, under that cloud
(Do you remember?) felt as if death came
Nearer, yet moved no eyelid, but stood there,
Waiting the thunder.
{She turns to the Slave, ivho stands motionless
beside the sarcophagus. \
O Smax-agdi, who.
Who was it, in the song among your people,
That stood, shoeing his horse under the moon,
And when his mother spoke to him, and said:
'* My son, I pray you take not in your course
The sister when you take the brother, nor
Lovers that love each other with true love,"
Answered her sourly back:
" If three I find, tliree I take; if I find
Two, I take one; and if 1 find but one,
I take the one 1 find" ?
What was the name they gave him in your land?
52 FRANC ESC A DA ItUIINI.
Slave.
An evil name
It is not good for any man to name.
Fraxcesca.
Tell rae, what will you do without me here,
Smaragdi? What is there that I can leave you
When I go hence?
Slave.
Three cups of bitterness
Leave me:
The first that I may drink at early morning;
The second, on the stroke
Of mid-day; and the third,
Soon after vespers.
Fraxcesca.
No, I will not leave
Three cups of bitterness, but you shall come
With me, Smaragdi, to the city of Rimino,
And you shall be with me, and we will have
A window opening upon the sea,
And I will tell you over all my dreams,
Because you see unveiled
The face of sorrow and the face of joy;
And I will speak to you of that most sweet
Sister, my little dove;
Aud you will stand, and, looking through the
window,
See all the skiffs and galleys on the sea.
And you will sing: " My galley of Barbary,
What is the port you make for, and the shore
Where you would anchor? Cyprus I would
make for.
And at Limisso anchor,
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 53
And land my sailors for a kiss, my captain,
For love!" Come now, must I not take you
with me
To Rimino, Smaragdi?
Slave.
To go with you
It were a happiness to tread on thorns,
And to pass through the flames
To be with you.
You are the heaven with stars,
The sea with waves.
Francesca..
The sea with waves!
But tell me, what are you doing with the bucket,
Smaragdi?
Slave.
I have watered
The roses.
Fbancesca.
Why then have you watered them
Out of their season? Why? Samaritana
Will be angry with you. She
Gives water to the roses
As soon as the bell sounds for vespers. Come,
What do you say, Samaritana?
Samakitana.
I
Would let them die, because,
Francesca, you are going away from us.
Fkancesca.
O beautiful, and perchance
A holy thing, being born in this most ancient
54 FBANCESCA DA UlMINt.
Sarcophagus that was the sepulchre
Perchauce of some great martyr or of some
Glorious virgin !
[She walks round the sarcophagus, touching with
her fingers the carvings on the four sides.]
The Kedeemer treads
Under his feet the lion and the snake;
Mary saluted by Elizabeth;
Our Lady, and the angel bids " All hail!"
The stags are drinking at the running brook.
yShe stretches out her arms towards the rose-tree.]
And now the blood of martyrdom refiowers
In purple and in lire. Behold, behold,
Sister, the ardent flame.
Behold the roses that are full of fire!
Here did our own hands plant them, on a day,
It was October, on a day of battle
That crimsoned the red eagle of Polenta.
Do you remember? How the trumpets sounded
From Porta Gaza to the Torre Zancana,
As the new flag unfurled.
The flag our father
Had bid us make for him with forty yards
Of crimson cloth : it was a mighty flag-pole.
Do you remember?
And we had broidered round about the hem
A border fringe of gold.
It conquered! And from then
We held these roses
To be a blessed thing, we held them spotless
And undefiled as a white virginal robe;
And there was never plucked
One of these roses, and three springtides through
FRANCESCA DA EIMINL 55
They blossomed into flower and fell to dust
In the sarcophaj^us.
But never have they flowered until this May,
Such floods, such floods of them.
There are a hundred. Look!
They burn me if I touch them.
The virgins vowed to Saint Apollinaris
Burn not with such an ardour in their heaven
Of gold. Saniaritana,
Samaritana, which of them say you
Found here a sepulchre
After her glorious martyrdom? O, which
Of these was sepulchred
Here, tell me, here, after her martyrdom?
Look, look: it is the miracle of the blood!
Samakitana
{Frightened, drawiwj her towards herself].
Sister, wliat is it, sister?
You speak as if you raved.
What is it? Speak!
BlANCOFIORE.
{From the loggia.] Madonna Francesca!
Adonella.
Madonna
Francesca !
Francesca,
Who calls for mo?
AOONKM.A.
Come up here! O come f|nick!
Am)A.
ITere, here, Madonna Francesca, come up hero
And see !
56 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Adonella.
Come quickly. It is your betrothed
Who is passing.
BlANCOFIOEE.
He is passing through the court,
He is with your brother, Messer Ostasio;
And here too is Ser Toldo Berardengo,
The notary, he is with them.
Alda.
Here, here! Madonna Francesca, come up
quickly.
He is there, he is there!
[Fbancesca goes hastily up the stairs. SamA-
RiTANA is about to follow her, but stops,
overcome.]
Adonflla.
[Pointing him out to Francesca who leans over
to look.]
See, there is he who comes
To be your husband.
Garsenda,
O most happy lady,
Most happy lady.
He is the fairest knight in all the world,
In very truth. See now
How his hair falls, and waves about his shoulders
In the new way, the Angevin way!
Alda.
And how
Well made he is, a proper man, well girded
About the surcoat with the hanging sleeves
That almost touch the ground.
FBANCESCA DA lilMINI. 57
Alda.
And what a splendid clasp and what an aglet!
BlAXCOFIORK.
And tall! And slender! And a royal carriage!
Adonella.
And how his teeth are white !
He smiled a little, and I saw them glitter.
Did you not see, did you
Not see?
Gabsenda.
O, happy, happy shall shfl be
That kisses him on the mouth!
Francesca.
Be silent.
Alda.
He has gone. He is passing now
Under the portico.
[The Slave oi>ens the rjrating, closes it furtively
behind her, and dlsajjpears into the garden.]
Francesca.
Be silent, ba silent!
[She turns, covering her fare with both her hands;
when she withdraws thetn, her face appears
transfigured. She goes down the first stairs
slowly, then icith U sudden rapiaiUj throws
lierself into the arms of her sister, lohu awvM^
her at the foot of the staircase.]
Altichiara.
Messer Ostasio is coming back alone.
58 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
BlANCOFIOKE.
The slave, where is she goiug ? She is running
Down through the garden.
Gaksexda.
Smaragdi runs and runs
Like a hound unleashed. Where is she going?
Adonella.
Sing
Together, sing the song of the fair Isotta:
"6 date, O :eafy date! ..."
[The women form into a circle on the loggia.]
Chorus of Women.
O date, O leafy date,
O love, O lovely love.
What loilt thou do to me?
[Francesca, held close in her sisler^s arms, sud-
denly begins to weep. The chorus breaks off.
The Women s})eak together in low voices.]
BlANCOFIORE.
Madonna weeps.
ADONEr,LA.
She weeps !
Alda.
Why does she weep?
AlTICHIAPvA.
She weeps because her heart is sick with joy.
Garsenda.
Straight to the heart
He wounded her. If she is beautiful,
He is beautiful, the Malatesta!
FRANCESCA DA EIMINI. 59
Adonella.
Born
One for the other
Under one star.
Garsenda.
O happy he and she !
Alda.
Long may he live who crowns
Their heads with garlands!
BlANCOFIOBE.
First rain of the season
To the corn brings increase!
And the first tears of love
To the lover bring peace.
Adonella.
She smiles, she smiles
Now.
BlANCOFIORE.
And her tears
Laugh like the hoar-frost.
Garsenda.
Go, warm the bath,
Get the combs ready.
]The WoMKJi scatter over the loggia, with their
garments fluttering, nimble as birds on the
bough, vjhile the tall staves of their distaffs
pass and repass, shaken like torches against
the blue strip of the sky. Nome go into the
rooms and come out again. Olhers stand
as if watching. And they talk in subdued
60 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
voices and they move without sound of foot-
steps. ]
BlANCOFIOKE.
These smelling-bottles
Of bright new silver
We have to fill
With water of orange flower and water of roses.
Alda.
We have to fill
Four mighty coffers
With sheets of linen fringed with silken lace.
Altichiara.
And stores of pillows
We have wrought for a marvel.
We have wrought so many
That never in dreams the people of Rimino
Have seen such store !
Adonella.
Ah, we have much to be doing 1
Garsenda.
And we must fold the quilts
Of cloth of linen
And all the embroidered coverlets of gold.
BlANCOFIORE.
And count the nets and ribbons for the hair
And all the girdles and the belts of gold.
Adonella.
We have much to be doing!
Gaesenda.
I take my oath
A better dowry brings to Malatesta
FRA^'C'ESCA DA lilMINL 61
The dausliter of Messer Guido than the daughter
Of Boemoudo, King of Servia,
To the Doge of Venice.
Adonella.
And if she go by sea we have store enough
Of oil and lavender
To perfume all the sea.
Alda.
And we will teach the women.
Of Kimino, that are a little raw,
The art of odours.
BlAXCOFIORE
And the art of playing.
And of singing and of d^^ncing.
Altichiara.
O, I forgot
That I have yet to put a patch of scarlet
On the jerkin of Giau Figo.
He comes again at noonday.
BlANCOFIOKK.
He will do well to finish
The story of Morgana and the shield,
And of the magic potion.
Alda.
Hey, hey, the wedding in May!
Tlie table must 1)0 i:iid for thirty dishes
And for a hundred trenchers.
BlANCOFIORE.
We must ]>ring word
To Mazarollo
To have the music ready.
62 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Adonella.
Ah, we have much to be doing!
Gaesenda.
Hey, hey, to work, to work !
Adonella.
Come, lay our distaffs down
And take our garlands up.
[They go into the room xvith a murmur, like a
swarm of bees into the hive. Fbancesc A has
raised her head, and her tears are suddenly
lit up by a smile. While the Women on the
loggia loere chattering in a low voice among
themselves, she 7viped the tears from her face
and the face of her sister with her fingers.
Now she speaks, and her first ivords are
heard through the last words of the Women.)
Francesca.
sister, sister.
Weep no more. Now I weep no more. See
DOW,
1 am smiling. Tears and smiles
Are not enough now. Close
And narrow is the heart to hold this power,
And weeping is a virtue all outspent,
And laughter is a lirtle idle play;
And all my life seems now,
With all the veins of it,
And all the days of it,
And all old things in it, far away things.
From long ago in the old time, the blind
And silent time, when I
Was but an infant on my mother's breast,
FRANCi:SCA DA lilMINL &i
And you were not,
Seems all to tremble
In one lonj^ shuddering
Over the earth ;
And now tlirou<;h all the streams
That laugh and weep in the places
That I have never known,
The forces of my being are cast abroad;
And I hear the air cry with a terrible cry.
And I hear the light
Sound like a trurapet-peal,
And the shouting that I hear
And the tumult cry out louder than the sound
In days of vengeance, sister, when the blood
Colours the portals of our father's house.
Samakitaxa.
O Francesca, my Francesca, O dear soul.
What have you seen? What is it you have seen?
FlJANCESCA.
No, do not be afraid !
AVhat is it your eyes speak?
What sickness am I stricken with, and what,
What have I seen?
It is life runs away,
Kuns away like a river,
Kavening, and yet cannot find its sea;
And the roar is in my ears.
Hut you, but you,
Take me, dear sister, take me with you now,
And let mo be with you!
Carry me to my room,
And shut the shutters fast.
And give me a little shade,
64 FRANCESCA DA BIMIMI.
And give me a di'aught of water,
And lay me down upon your little bed,
And with a covering cover me and make
A silence of the shouting, make a silence
Of the shouting and the tumult
I hear within my soul!
Bring stillness back to me,
That I may hear again
The bees of May
Beat on the window, and the cry of the swallows,
And some of your soft words.
Your words of yesterday,
Your words of long ago
And long ago,
Out of an hour that comes to me again
Like an enchantment.
And hold me close, dear sister.
And hold me close to you !
And we will wait for night
Night with its prayer and sleep.
Sister; and for the morning we will wait
That brings that morning-star.
Garsenda
\ri(shinrj in upon the loggia].
He is coming, he is coming! O Madonna
Francesca! see, he is coming by the way
Of the garden. I have seen him from the room
Of the coffers, I have seen him
Under the cypi'esses. Smaragdi shows him
The way.
[The other WoMENjom her, curious and mirth-
ful; and they have garlands on their heads for
joy: and they have xmth them three Girls,
FBANCESCA DA BIMINL 65
lute-players and viol-players and flute-
players.]
Francesca
[lohite with fear, and beside herself].
No, no, uo! Run,
Run, women, run !
Let him not come! Run, run!
Women, go out to meet liim,
Let him not come! Shut to
The gates, and bar tlie way, and say to him
Merely that I sahite him ! and you, you,
Samaritana, help me.
Because I cannot fly; but my knees fail
And my sight fails me.
But you, my women, run,
Run now, and meet him.
And bid him turn again! Go out to meet him.
And say that I salute him !
The Women.
He is here !
He is here, he is here at hand !
[Aided by her sister, Francesca is about to go
up the stairs; but suddenly she sees Paolo
Malatesta, close to her, on the other side of
the marble screen. She stands motionless,
and he slops, in the midst of the arbutiises;
and they stand facing one another, separated
by the railing, looking at one another, without
word or monernent. The Slave is hidden
behind the leaves. The Women on the loggia
form in a circle, and the Players sound
their instruments.]
66 FRANC ESC A DA RIMINI.
Chorus of Women.
Over the land of May
The archer with his band
Goes out to seek his prey.
At a feast of fears,
In a far-off land,
A heart slglis with tears.
[Francesca leaves her sister and goes slowly
towards the sarcophagus. She picks a large
redrose, and offers it to Paolo Malatesta
across the ba)'S. Samaritana loith boioed
head goes up the stairs weeping. The women
take up the song. At the barred window, at
the back, Banning appears, with his face
bandaged; then draioing back, he beats at
the door closed by Ostasio. Francesco
trembles.']
The voice of Banning.
Fraucesca, open, Francesca!
ACT II.
A cross-shaped room, in the house of the Malatesti,
with projecting side beams and strong pillars,
two of which, at the back, support an arch which
leads through a narrow closed entrance between
two walls pierced by loopholes, to the platform
of around tower. Two side staircases of twelve
steps run from the entrance to the leads of the
tower; a third staircase, between the two, runs
from the leads to the floor underneath, passing
through a trap-door. Through the archway are
seen the square battlements of the Guelfs, provided
with blockhouses and openings for pouring down
molten lead. A huge catapult lifts its head out
of its supports and stretches out its framework of
twisted ropes. Heavy crossbows, with large-
headed, short, and square bolts, balistas, arco-
balistas, and other rope-artillery, are placed
around, loith their cranks, pullies, wheels, wires,
and levers. The summit of the tower, crotoned
with engines and arms that stand out in the
murky air, overlooks the city of liimino, where
can be dimly seen the wing-shaped battlements
of the highcM Ghibclline lower. On the right of
the room is a door; on the left, a narrow fortiflcd
window looking out on the Adriatic.
68 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
In the closed entrance is seen a Man-At-AKiMS stir-
ring the fire under a smoking cauldron. He has
piled against the wall the tubes, syphons and
poles of the fiery staves and darts, and heaped
about them all sorts of prepared fires. On the
tower, beside the catapult, a young Archer
stands on guard.
Man-At-Akms.
The meadow of the Commune is still empty?
Archer.
As clean and polished as my buckler.
Man-At-Arms.
Still
Not a soul stirring!
Archer.
Not the shadow even
Of a Gambancerro or of an Omodeo.
Man-At-Arms.
They seem then to be dead already, those
That have to die.
Archer.
Quite otherwise than dead!
If all we did not buckle breastplates well,
And if the gates were not cross-bolted fast,
You would soon hear a hammering of hearts
In the regions about Rimino. . . . Ah, there goes
A donkey.
Man- At- A RMS.
It is Messer Montagna, eh?
Of the Parcitadi, or Messer Ugolino
Cignatta.
Archer.
Both of them, my Berlingerio,
FHANCESCA DA IIIMINI. 69
Stand with the right foot ready
lu the stiiiup of the crossbow, for the sign
To come out aud to face the bolts and bars.
Man-At-Arms.
What sign? The Parcitade
Lacks his astrologer. He waits and hopes
For succour from Urbino.
But long before Count Guido comes to us,
By the body of San Giulian the martyr,
We shall have burnt the city to the ground.
We have enough to do with burning down
Half of Komagna. 'Tis warm work this time,
I warrant you! The Lamester
Wanted to singe his horse's mane with one
Of these fire-bearers:
Sure sign we are in salamander weather.
Akchkk.
He loves the stench of singeing, it would seem,
More than the civet of his wedded wife,
That woman of Ravenna! another thing
Than firebrands or this sulphur and bitumen!
A smile of hers would set the city alight
And all the country and the territory.
Man- At- A RMS.
She smiles but little. She is always overcast
With thinking, and svith anger. She is restless.
I see her almost every day come up
Upon this tower. She scarcely speaks. She
watches
The sea, and if she sees
Some galley or some frigate on the sea,
She fdllows it witli her eyes
(Blacker than pitch, her eyes !)
TO FRANCESCA LA RIMINI.
Until it fades away,
As if she waited for a message or
Longed to set sail. She goes
From tower to tower,
From the Mastra to the Kubbia,
And from the Gemmana to the Tanaglia,
Like a lost swallow. And sometimes I fear.
When slie is on the platform,
That she will take a flying leap and fall.
Misericordia!
Archer.
The Lamester is well made
To ride astride upon the Omodeo,
To batter strongholds, and to ford the streams,
And to force palisades,
To plunder and to pillage all the earth.
But not to labour in the lovely vineyard
That God has given him.
Man-At-Arms.
Hush! You must not speak
So loud; we should not hear him if he came.
He goes about more softly than a panther.
You cannot hear him when he comes. He makes
A goodly pair with Messer Malatestino,
That comes upon you always suddenly
Without your knowing how or whence he camo,
And gives you the same start,
Always, as if you had come upon a ghost.
A rcher.
This is the day we are to lay about us.
The women will be all shut up.
Man-At-Arms.
This one
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Is not a lady to be frightened. Look,
See what is stirring.
Archer
[returning to his j^ost].
I see the friars,
The hermits of Sant' Agostino, pass
To the exorcising. I can smell the stench
Of singeing in the cool air.
Man-At-Arms.
And the gate
Of the Gattalo is closed still?
Archer.
Ay, closed still.
Our men, that had to come Verrucchio way,
Will be by now with trumpets and flags flying
At the bridge of the Maone. Messer Paolo
Came with the infantry by the postern gate
Of the sea.
Man-At-Arms.
The mixture now
Is ready brewed. Since midday I have stirred
The ladle, mixed and moulded it together.
We are to sling barrels and casks of it
Upon tlie excommunicated houses.
But what is it we wait for? The conjunction
Of Mars witli Venus? This astrologer.
Come from IJaldach, does not quite seem to me
A modern Balaam. God be on our side!
Look if you see him now
Upon the belfry of Santa Colomba.
He is to ring the l)oll tineo times, to say
The fates are in our favour.
72 FllAyCESCA DA BUIINI.
Aechek.
I can see
A great long beard.
Man-At-Arms.
May he be tarred all over with his tow,
And brayed into a mortar! I suspect him.
He was with Ezeliuo at Padua,
And other of hell's own Ghibellines. I know not
Why Messer Malatesta
Keeps in his company.
Archer.
Guido Bonatto, of Forli, I know
To be a true astrologer of battles.
I saw him on the great day of Valbona,
And his prognostic never faulted.
Man-At-Abms.
Now
The cursed Feltran has him. Thunder strike
His eyesight and his astrolabe!
[Fbancesca enters by the door on the right, and
advances as far as the pillar that supports
the arch. She wears about her face a dark
band that passes under her chin and joins
a kind of skull-cap that covers her hair, leav-
ing visible the tresses knotted on her neck.]
Archer.
The dust
Begins to rise over toward Aguzano.
Man-At-Arms.
Are they Count Guide's horsemen
That ought to come from Petramala?
But who,
FEANCESCA BA BIKINI. 73
Akchek.
No.
May God cast down their eyes
Out of their visors into the dust!
Majj-At-Abms.
Who are they?
Francesca.
Berliugerio !
Man-at-Arms
[starting].
O, Madonna Francesca!
[The Aechek remains silent and stares at her
blankly, leaning on the catapult.]
Francesca.
Messer Giovanni
Is at the Mastra yet?
Man-At-Arms.
Not yet, Madonna. We expect him now,
Fha>xesca.
And no one else?
Man-At-Arms.
Yes, Messer Malatesta,
The old man. He himself it was wlio made
The mixing in tJie cauldron; and I am here
Since midday with this ladle, stirring it.
Francesca
[going nearer].
And uo one else?
Man- At- A RMS.
And no one else, Madonna.
•74 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Francesca.
What are you doing here?
Man-At-Arms.
Making Greek fire,
Distaffs and staves and spouts and lines and pots
And fiery darts, and much
Other caresses for the Parcitadi,
Because we trust to come to blows to-day
And give them from this quarter what shall prove
A good part-payment of their coming hell.
Francesca.
{Looking vwnderingly at the boiling mass in the
cauldron)
Greek fire! Who can escape it? I have never
Seen it before. Tell me, is it not true
That there is nothing known so terrible
In battles for a torture?
Man-At-Arms
This is indeed most terrible; 'tis a secret
That Messer Malatesta
Had from an aged man of Pisa, who
Was with the Christians at the famous taking
Of Damiata.
Francesca.
Tell me, is it true
That it flames in the sea,
Flames in the stream,
Burns up the ships.
Burns down the towers,
Stifles and sickens,
Drains a man's blood in his veins,
iitraightway, and makes
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 75
Of his flesh and his hones
A little black ashes,
Draws from the anguish
Of man the wild cry of the beast,
That it maddens the horse,
Turns the valiant to stone?
Is it true that it shatters
The rock, and consumes
Iron, and bites
Hard to the heart
Of a breastplate of diamond?
Man-At-Akms.
It bites and eats
All kinds of things that are, living and dead;
Sand only chokes it out,
But also vinegar
Slacks it.
Francesca.
But how do you
Dare, then, to handle it?
Man-At-Arms.
We have the license
Of Beezlebub, that is the prince of devils,
And comes to take the part
Of the Malatesti.
Francesca.
How do you scatter it?
Man-at-Arms.
With tubes and syphons
Of a long range; or at the point of pikes
With distaffs full of flax
We shoot it by the help of our balistas.
78 FRANC ESC A DA RIMINI.
See here, Madonna, these are very good
Distaffs; they are
The distaffs of the Guelfs
That without spindle weave the death of men.
[He takes up a staff prepared for the fire and
shows it to FitANCESCA, toho takes it by the
handle and shakes it vehemently.]
Francesca.
Light one for me.
Man-at-Arms.
The signal is not yet
Given.
Francesca.
I would have you light this one for me.
Man-at-Arms.
Who is to put it out?
Francesca.
O, I must see
The fiame that I have never seen as yet.
Light it! Is it not true that when you light it
It darts marvellous colours, like no other
Creature of flight.
Colours of such a mingling that the eye
Cannot endure them,
Of an unspeakable
Variety, innumerable
In fervour and in splendour, that alone
Live in the wandering planets and within
The vials of alchemists;
And in volcanoes full of many metals,
And in the dreams of blind men? Is it true?
FRANCESCA DA BIMINI. 77
Man-at-Akms,
In very deed, Madonna,
It is a beautiful and pleasant thing
To see at night these lighted distaffs fly
And light upon a camp
Of the imperial ragamuffianry;
And that knows well Messer Giovanni, your
Good husband, who takes pleasure to behold it.
Francesca.
Light it, then, man-at-arms! for I must see it.
Man-at-Arms.
'Tis not yet night, nor is the signal given.
Francesca.
Light it! I bid you.
And I will hide my.self here in the dark
To see it, by the stairway leading down,
Where it is darker.
MAN-AT-AKAfS.
Do you want to burn
The tower with all the archers,
And please the Parcitade folk?
[Francesca (lipn the fiery staff into the caul-
dron, then rapidly liyhts it loith a fire-
brand.]
Francesca.
And I
Light it!
[The violent and many-coloured flame crackles
nt the point of the pike that she holds in her
hand like a t or <)i, fearlessly].
O, fair flame, conqueror of day!
All, how it lives, how it lives vibrating,
•78 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
The whole staff vibrates with it, and my hand
And my arm vibrate with it, and my heart.
I feel it nearer me
Than if I held it in my palm. Wouldst thou
Devour me, fair flame, wouldst thou make me
thine?
I feel that I am maddening for thee.
(Her voice rises like a song. The Man-at-
Abms and the Archek gaze in astonish-
ment at the flame and the woman, as at some
work of sorcery].
And how it roars!
It i-oars to seek its prey.
It roars and longs for flight;
And I would fling it up into the clouds.
Come, charge the arbalest.
The sun is dead, and this,
This is the daughter that he had of death.
O I would fling it up into the clouds.
Why do you linger? No, I am not mad,
No, no, poor man-at-arms, who look at me
In wonderment.
[She laughs.]
No, but this flame is so
Beautiful, I am drunk with it. I feel
As I were in the flame and it in me.
You, you, do you not see how beautiful.
How beautiful it is? The bitter smoke
Has spoilt your eyes for seeing. If it shines
So gloriously by day, how will it shine
By night?
[She approaches the trap-door through which the
stairs go down into the toioer, and lowers
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. Id
the burning staff into the darkness.]
A miracle ! A miracle !
Man-at-Arms,
Madonna, God preserve us, you will burn
The whole tower dowu.
Madonna, I pray you!
[He hastily draws back out of the way of spai'ks
the staves prepared for fire which are lying
about].
Fbancksca
[Intent on the light].
It is a iniracle!
It is the joy of the eyes, and the desire
Of splendour and destruction. In the heart
Of silence of this high and lonely mount
Shall I spread forth these gems of frozen fire,
That all the terror of the flame unloose
And bring to birth new ardours in the soul?
Tremendous life of swiftness, mortal beauty!
Swift through the night, swift through the
starless night,
Fall in the camp, and seize the arniJ^d man,
Enswathe his sounding armour, glide between
Strong scale and scale, hunt dowu
The life of veins, and break
The bones asunder, suck the marrow out.
Stifle him, rend him, blind him, but before
The final darkness falls upon his eyes,
Let all the soul within him without hope
Shriek in the splendour that is slaying him,
[She listens in the direction of the trap-door.]
Some one is coming up the stairs here. Who
Is coming?
80 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Man-at-Akms
On each floor
We have a hundred men,
Archers and those that work the manganels,
Hidden, and bidden not to move or breathe,
Crammed in together like a sheaf of arrows
Inside a quiver. Perhaps
They saw the flame.
Francesca.
It is one man alone.
His armour clanks upon him.
Who is it coming?
Man-At-Akms.
Lift up the staff, turn it away. Madonna
Francesca, it is surely not an enemy.
Or you are like to burn him in the face.
Perhaps it is Messer Giovanni.
Fkancesca
[bending over the opening].
Who are you?
Who are you?
The Voice Of Paolo.
Paolo!
[Francesca is silent; she draws back the fiery
staff, and the flame, heighteyied by the sud-
den movement, lights up the helmet and gor-
gerin of Paolo Malatesta.
Paolo appears, up to the waist, in the opening
of the stairs, and turns to Francesca rvho
has moved back against the wall, still hold-
ing in her hand the iron handle of the staff,
which she has lowered to the ground, so that
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 81
the fire hums perilously near her feet. The
Archer Acts returned to hispost.\
Man-At-Arms.
You have come just iu time, Messer Paolo, just
In time, for all we here
Were like to have been roasted living, we
And all the towers along with us. You see:
Madonna plays
With the Greek fire
As if she held
A lap-dog in a leash.
[Francesca, pale and leaning against the loall,
laughs icith a trouhled laugh, letting the
staff all from her hand.]
It is a miracle
That we are not all here iu open hell.
You see !
[He pours sand on f he flame in order to extin-
guish it. Paolo runs up the remaining
steps; as he sets foot on the platform of the
tower, the Arciieb points towards the city,
to show where the battle is beginning. \
Archer.
There is tumult in the San Cataldo quarter.
It is breaking out at the Mombruto bridge
Over the Patara trench.
And they are lighting at the fullers' mill
Under the gun tower, there, by the Masdogna.
[Francesca. moves away, stepping uncertainly
among the u/rrows and engines heaped
around, and goes towards the door by which
she had come; she pauses by the pillar that
hides her from the eyes o/Paolo|.
82 FRANCESCA DA RIMim.
Man-At-Akms.
We are still waiting
For the signal, Messer Paolo.
It is almost vespers. What are we to do ?
[Paolo does not seem to hear, possessed by a
single thought, a single anguish. Seeing
Francesca has gone, he leaves the toiver,
and goes down one of the little side staircases
to rejoin her.]
Paolo.
Francesca I
Francesca,
Give the signal. Paolo, give
The signal ! Do not fear
For me, Paolo. Let me stay here and hear
The twanging of the bows.
I cannot breathe
When I am shut into my room, among
My trembling women, and I know there is fight
ing
Out in the city. I would have you give me,
My lord and kinsman, a fair helmet.
Paolo.
I
Will give you one.
Francesca.
Have you come from Cesena?
Paolo.
I came to-day.
Francesca.
You stayed
A long while thei-e.
FBANCESCA DA EIMINL 83
Paolo.
It took us forty days
With Guido di Monforte in the field
To take Cesena and the castle.
Francesca,
Ah I
Tou have toiled, I think, too much.
You are a little thinner and a little
Paler, it seems to me.
Paolo.
There is an Autumn fever
Among the thickets on the Savio.
Fbancesca.
No,
But you are sick? You tremble. And Orabile,
Has she no medicine for you?
Paolo.
This fever
Feeds on itself; I ask no medicine,
I seek no herb to heal my sickness, sister.
Francesca.
I had a healin<5 herb
When I was in my father's house, tlie house
Of my good father, God protect him, God
Protect him ! I had a herb, a healing herb,
Tliere in the garden where you came one day
Clothed in a. garment that is called, I think.
Fraud, in the gentle world;
B>it you set foot on it, and saw it not,
And it has never come up any more.
However light your foot may be, my lord
And kinsman. It was dead.
S4 FRANCESCA DA EIMlNt.
Paolo.
I saw it not,
I knew not where T was,
Nor who had led my feet into that way,
I did not speak, I did not hear a word,
I had no bounds to cross.
No barriers to break down,
I only saw a rose
That offered itself up to me more living
Than the lips of a fresh wound, and a young
song
I heard in the air, and I heard angry blows
Beaten upon a loud and terrible door.
And I heard an angry voice that cried your name
In anger. Only that, nothing but that.
Nor from that way did I come back by will
Of coming back ;
Because the ways of death
Are not so secret as that other way,
O sister, if God wills.
Feancesca.
I also saw
With my own eyes the dawn,
The dawn that brings with it the morning star,
TJie nurse of the young heavens,
That had but newly waked to give its milk
When the last dream of sleep
Came to my pillow ; and I also saw,
With my own eyes I saw.
With horror and with shame,
About me as it were an impure stream
Of water flung suddenly outraging
A palpitating face
FRANCE6CA DA RIMINt. So
Lifted to drink the light.
This did I see with my owu eyes; aud this
I sliall see always till the night has fallen,
The night that has no dawn,
Brother.
Paolo.
The shame and horror be on me !
The light that came again
Found me awake.
Peace had foruvci- fled
Out of the soul of Paolo Malatesta;
It has not come again, it will not come
Ever again ;
Peace and the soul of Paolo Malatesta
Are enemies from now in life or death.
And all things were as enemies to me
From the hour that you srt foot
Upon the threshold, and without escape,
And I turned back and followed with the guide.
Violent deeds
Were the one mfdicino for my disease,
That niglit: violent deeds.
And then I killed Timlaro Omodei
And burned his roofs about him.
I gave to the harsh guide another prey.
Francesca.
God shall forgive you this,
God shall Un-'X''\'^ y<^n rill the Mood yon shed,
And all the rest,
But not the tears I did not weep, but not
The eyes tliat were still dry win n the (lawn came.
I cannot weep now, brother! Another draught
You gave me at the ford
86 F11Aj\CESCA da RIMINI.
Of the beautiful river, do you remember it?
With your false lieart,
Filled full with madness and with treachery,
That was the last, that was the last that quenched
My thirst; and now no water
Can quench my thirst, not any more, my lord.
And then we saw the walls of Eimino,
And then we saw the Galeana gate,
And the sun was going down upon the hills,
And all the horses neighed against the walls,
And then I saw your face,
Silent, between the spears
Of the horsemen. And a wicked thing it was
That you did not let me drift upon the stream,
That would have taken me and laid me down
Softly upon the seashore of Ravenna,
And some one would have found me, and brought
me back
To my good father, to my most kind father
That without thought of wrong had given me
To whom he would, yes, without thought of
wrong;
God have him in his keeping, give him always
More and more lordship !
Paolo.
Your rebuke, Francesca,
Is cruel over-much, sweet over-much.
And my heart melts within me, and my sad soul
Is shed before the strangeness of your voice.
My soul is shed before you,
All that is in me have I cast away.
And I will no more stoop to pick it up.
How would you have me die?
FBANCESCA DA RIMINI. 87
Fbancesca.
Like to the galley-slave
Rowing in the galley that is called Despair,
So would I have you die ; and there and then
The memory of that draught
You gave me at the ford
Of the beautiful river,
Before we had come to the water of treachery
And to the walls of fraud, should buru in you
And should consume you. My brother iu God,
In the Most High God,
And in Saint John, better it were for you
That you should lose your life than stain your
soul.
[The bells of Santa Colomba are heard. Both
shiver as if retnrnuvj to consciousness.]
Ah! where are we? Wiio is it calling us?
Paolo, what hour is that?
What are you doing?
[The Man-at-Ak.ms and the Akcher, busy
loading the bulistas and cocking the Jiery
staves, start at the sound.]
Man-at-Arms.
The signal ! It is the signal !
It is the bells of Santa Colomba 1
Arcueb.
Fire!
Fire! Long live Malatesta!
[A. Troop ov Archkrs hurry shouting up
tln-ouijh the trnp-door, and through the
jilatform of the tower, and seize weapons
and engines.]
88 FBANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Archers.
Long live Messer Malatesta and the Guelfs!
Down with Messer Parcitade and the Ghibel-
lines!
[On the battlements is a great sheaf of fiery
staves,whichglows in the dusky air. Paolo
Malatesta takes his helmet from his head
and gives it to Francesca.]
Paolo.
Here is the helmet that I have to give you.
Francesca.
Paolo !
[Paolo rushes upon the tower. His bare head
overtops the Men-at-Arms as they work.
Francesca, throwing down the helmet,
follows, calling to him through the noise
and clamour.]
Paolo.
Give me a crossbow !
Francesca.
Paolo! Paolo!
Paolo.
A bow ! A crossbow !
Francesca.
Paolo! Paolo!
[An Archer is knocked over by a bolt which
takes him in the throat.]
Man-at-Arms.
Madonna, get you gone, for God's sake; now
They are beginning here to bite the leads.
FRAXCESCA BA lilMINI. 89
\Some Archers raise their large painted shields
in the way of FiJANCESCA as she tries to
follow Paolo. ]
Archers.
The Galeana Tower is answering!
C'ignatta's men are coming
By tlae Masdogna!
Long live Messer Malatesta and the Guelfs!
Verrucchio! Verrucchio!
[Fraxcesca tries to get past the Archers,
who stop her way.]
Man-at-Arms.
Madonna,
By any God you worship! Messer Paolo,
Pay a little heed here! Here is Madonna Fran-
ce sea
Out in the open. It is death here.
I Paolo, snatching a crossbov:, stands on the
rampart, tiring furiously, in full view of
the enemy, like a inadman.]
Francesca.
Paolo I
[Paolo turns at the cry, and sees the woman in
the glare of the fires. He snatches a shield
from one of the Archers and coveis her.]
Paolo.
Ah, Francesca, go, go! What is this madness?
[lie pushes her towanl shelter, holding the
shield over her; she gazes at his angry and
beautiful face from under the shield.]
Franckrca,
You
Are the madman ! You are the madman !
90 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Paolo.
And was 1 not to die?
{He leads her back to shelter and throios doion
the shield, still holding the crossbow. ]
FkancescA.
Not now, not now,
It is not yet the hour.
Archers.
— Malatesta! Malatesta!
— Cignatta's men are there, under the Rubbia!
— This side, this side!
[They come down by the stairs on the left and
set the crossbows to the arrow-slits in the
walls. The bells ring in all directions. A
distant sound of trumpets is heard.]
Verruchio ! Down with the Parcitade ! Death
To the Ghibelline!
— Long live Messer Malatesta!
Long live the Guelf s !
Paolo.
This is the hour, if you will see me die,
If you will lift my head out of the dust
With your two hands. What other could I have?
I will not die the death of the galley-slave.
Francesca.
Paolo, steel your heart against your fate,
Be silent as that day
Under the heavy guidance, as that day
Among tlie spears of the spearmen. And let
me not
Stain my own soul for your sake !
FBANCESCA DA RIMINI. 91
Paolo.
Ay, to play
With fate is what I will,
Is what my false heart wills,
Filled full of madness and of treachery.
[ With an impetuous gesture he drmos her toumrds
the fortified ivindow, and j^uts into her hand
the curd that hangs from the portcullis.]
Throw tlie portcullis open!
A child's hand opens it,
The mere touch of an innocent hand.
[He gathers a bundle of arrows and throios them
at the feet of Fkancesca. Then he loads
the crossbow.]
Fbancesca.
Ah, madman!
Madman! And do you think
My hand will tremble? Do you think to tempt
My soul after this fashion? I am ready
For any mortal ^^anie men play with fate,
Knowiiifi I shall not lose,
Seeinj^ that all is lost.
But you now stand
Upon tremendous limits, where God help you!
I o]>en for you. See!
Look straight before you,
And take tlie sign, if you would not have me
laiigli.
[She pulls the portcullis open with the cord, and
through the opening is seen the open sea,
shining under the last rays of light.]
The sea! The sea!
[Paolo aims the crossbow and fires.]
92 FRANCESCA LA lilMINL
Paolo.
A good stroke ! It is gone
Through neck and neckpiece.
That's my good forerunner
In the laud of darkness !
[Fkancesca lowers the portcullis, and the re-
turn arrow is heard against it. Paolo re-
loads the crossbow.]
Archers
[0)1 the tower].
— Victory!
Yictoryl Death, death to the Parcitadi!
Long live Messer Malatesta and the Guelfs!
— Victory! Victory! the Ghibelline is broken
At the Patara bridge.
— The fuller's mill is empty!
— Messer Giovanni galloping vpith the spears
At the Gattolo gate! Cignatta scampering!
— Be careful not to wouud
Our own folk in the fray !
— Victory to Malatesta!
Francesca
[In great emotion].
I have seen the sea,
The eternal sea,
The witness of the Lord,
And on the sea a sail
That the Lord set to be a sign of saving.
Paolo, brother in God,
I make a vow
If the Lord of mercy
Have you in keeping!
FRANCESCA DA EIMINI. 93
Paolo.
Baise the portcullis up !
Francesca
I will not let it down again. This hazard
Shall be God's judgment, this judgment of the
arrow.
Man is deceit, but God is very truth.
Brother in God, the stain of fraud you have
Upon your soul,
Let it be pardoned to you with all love,
And let the judgment of God
Make proof of you
Now by the arrow
That it touch you not;
Or it were better
That you give your life,
And I with you.
[Holdiny the tightened cord in her hand she
kneels and prays, with her wide-open eyes
fixed on Paolo's smarmed head. Through
the raised portcullis can be seen the shining
sea. Paolo loads and fires the crossbow
without a pause. From time to time Ghibel-
line missiles enter by the window and strike
on the opposite wall or fall on the pavement
without wounding him. The cruel suspense
convulsrs the fare of the woman in prayer.
The syllables hardly form themselves on her
parted lips.]
Our Fatlier which art in heaven,
II;iil()wcd be thy name,
Tliy Kingd<)m como,
Tliy will be done in earth
94 FRANCESCA DA ElMINI.
As it is in heaven.
Father, give us this day
Our daily bread.
[Paola, having failed in several shots, takes
aim more carefully, as if for a master-stroke.
He fires ; a clamour is heard among the
enemy.]
Paolo
[With fierce delight].
Ah, Ugolino, I have found you out!
Fbancesca.
And forgive us our debts, as we
Forgive our debtors.
And lead us not
Into temptation,
But deliver us fi-om evil.
So be it, Amen.
{Meanwhile there is great rejoicing among the
Archers on the tower. Some carry the
killed and ivounded down through the trap-
door.]
Archers.
— Victory to Malatesta!
— Death to the Parcitadi and the Ghibelliues!
Montagna's men are flying
By the San Cataldo gate. — See, see, the fire
Is spreading. There's a powder-bai-rel burst
Over the house of Accarisio. See,
The fire is spreading! — Victory! Malatesta!
— Ah, Messer Ugolino
Cignatta has fallen from his horse. He is dead !
FBANCESCA DA RIMINI. 95
— A bolt from a crossbow took him in the
mouth.
Who was it killed him? Was it Bartolo
Gambitta?
— Who, who killed him? One of ours?
A splendid stroke!
— Deserves a hundred lire,
A thousand golden crowns! — Victory! Victory!
[^1 shaft fjruzea the head o/Paolo Malatesta,
parsing throuyh his hair. Francesca ut-
ters a cry, letting go the cord; starting to
her feet, she takes his head in her hands,
feeling for the wound. A mortal pallor
overspreads his face at the touch. The cross-
bow falls at his feet.]
Fijancesca.
Paolo! Paolo!
[She looks at her hands to see if they are stained
with blood. They are lohite. She again
searches anxiously.]
O, what is this? Oh, God !
Paolo! Paolo! You are not bleeding, and you
have
No single drop of blood upon your head,
Yet you look deathly. Paolo!
Paolo
[In a choking voice].
I am not dying,
Francesca. Iron has not touched me.
Fhancesca.
Saved !
O saved and pure! Cleansed utterly of fraud!
Give thanks to God! Kneel, brother!
06 FRANCESCA da RIMINI.
Paolo.
But your hands
Have touched me, aud the soul
Has fainted in my heart, and icy cold
Takes hold on all my veins, and no more strength
Is in me now to live;
But of this other life
That comes to meet me —
Fkancesca.
Kneel, kneel, on your life I
Paolo.
Ah! an unspeakable fear takes hold on me.
And a scorn deeper even than the fear —
Fbancesca.
Kneel ! Kneel !
Paolo.
Since I have lived
With such an infinite force,
Fighting apart, yet ever on the lonely
Height of your prayer.
And in the fiery solitude of your eyes —
Fbancesca.
Kneel! Kneel! Give thanks to God !
I will not lose you now over again !
Paolo.
Fighting apart, and slaying
Men —
Fkancesca.
You are pardoned now.
And you are cleansed, and yet you will be lost!
Paolo.
And all my courage drawn
Vehemently about my angry heart.
PHANCESCA DA EIMINL 91
And all within me now
The power of ray most evil love sealed up.
Fbaxcesca,
Lost! Lost! Say you are mad,
Say, on your life, that you are mad, and say
That your most wretched soul
Has heard no word of all your mouth has said !
By the arrow that passed by
And struck you not.
By the death that touched you with its finger-tip
And took you not,
Say that your life shall never, never speak
Those words again !
Archers.
Long live Mcsser Giovanni Malatesta!
[Giovanni Malatesta comes up by the stairs
of the Mastra Tower, armed from head to
foot, and liohlimj a Sardinian rod in his
hand. He limps up the stairs, and, when he
has reached the top, raises fiis terrible spear,
while his harsh voice cuts through the
clamour l
Gianciotto.
By God, you craven creatures,
You cut-throat spawn,
I am well niiiided
To pitch you all headlong into the Ausa,
Like carrion that you are.
Francesca.
Your brother!
[Paoi.o jiicks up the crossbow].
98 FBANC'ESCA DA RIMINI.
GlANCIOTTO.
You are more ready
To cry rejoicings
Than to belabour this tough Gliibelliue hide.
How should you work your crossbows without
sinews?
Had I not come to aid you with my horse,
Cignatta would have battered down your gates;
God break the arms of all of you for cowards !
Archeks.
— We had used almost all our stock of arrows.
— The Astrologer was late in signalling.
— We have silenced them on the Galassa tower.
— We have piled up a heap on the Masdogua.
GlANCIOTTO.
Poor fire, by God ! There are not many houses
To be seen burning. Badly thrown, your fire.
Archers.
— The house of Accarisio is still burning.
— And the good Cignatta, who unhorsed him
then?
— It was one of us that slit his windpipe for him?
GlANCIOTTO.
Which one of you was standing at the window?
Akcheks.
— Was not this one here something of the cut?
A thousand golden crowns to the company !
GlANCIOTTO.
Who was it at the windovr?
FRANC ESC A DA IlIMIXI. 99
Archers.
— We have been slavinf^on au empty stomach.
— We are dead with hunger and with thirst.
— Long live
Messer Gianciotto the never-satisfied !
[Paolo pickn up his helmet, jmts it on and goes
towards the tower. Francesca goes to-
wards the door by which she had entered,
opens it and calls.]
Francesca.
Smaragdi ! Smaragdi !
Gianciotto
[To the Archers].
Be silent there. Your tongues dry up in you!
No talking while you work: I like you silent.
But come now, there is a great cask to hurl;
1 will teach you the right way of it; and I will
send it
To the old Parcitade for leave-taking
In my good father's name. Here, Berlingerio,
Where is my brother Paolo?
Did he not come up here?
[The Slave appears at the door; then, after an
order from her mistress, disappears. Fran-
cesca remains standing on the threshold. |
Paolo.
Here. I am here, Gianciotto. It was I
Who shot out of the window. The dumb thing
.Struck through the throat of one whose mouth
was open
To jest at you.
[There is a murmur among the Auchers.]
100 FllANCESCA DA RlMlNl
GlANCIOTTO.
Brother, much thanks for this.
[He turns to the Men-at-arms].
So sure a shot must needs
Come from a Malatesta,
My braggart bowmen.
[The Slave reappears ivith a jar and a cup.
Francesca covies forward. Gianciotto
comes down towards his brother.]
Paolo, I bring you news,
Good news.
[He sees his wife. His voice changes to a gentler
tone.]
Francesca!
Francesca.
All hail, my lord; you bring the victory.
[He goes up to her and embraces her.\
Gianciotto.
Dear lady, why are you iu such a place.
[She draws back from the e^nbrace.]
Francesca.
You have blood upon your armour.
Gianciotto.
Have I painted you?
Francesca.
Tou are all over dust.
Gianciotto.
Lady, the dust
Is bread to me.
Francesca.
You are not wounded?
FEANCESCA DA RnilNI. 101
GlANCIOTTO.
Wounds?
I feel none.
Francesca.
But you must be thirsty.
GlANCIOTTO.
Yes,
I am very thirsty.
Francesca.
Samarafjdi, bring the wine.
[The Slave comes forward with the jar and the cup.]
GlANCIOTTO
[With delighted surprise].
What my dear lady, you have talcen thought
I might be thirsty? Why, you must have set
Your slave to watch for me, that you should
know
My coming to the minute.
[Francesca pours out the wine and hands the
cup to her husband. Paolo stands aside in
silence, vmtrhing the men who are preparing
the fiery cask.]
Francesca.
Drink, it is wine of Scios.
GlANCIOTTO.
Drink first, I pray you.
A draught.
Francesca.
I have not poisoned it, my lord.
GlANCIOTTO.
^'()U laugli at ma. Not for suspicion's .sake,
But for the favour, for the favour of it,
102 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Francesca, my true wife.
I have no fear of treachery from you.
My horse has not yet stumbled under me.
Drink, lady.
[Francesca touches the cup with her lips.]
It is sweet,
After the fight, to see your face again,
To take a strong wine from your hands, and
drink it
Down at a draught.
[He empties the cup.]
So. Why this warms my heart.
And Paolo? Where is Paolo?
Why has he not a word for you? He comes
Back from Cesena, and not
A word of welcome has my kinsman from you.
Paolo, come here. Are you not thirsty? Leave
Greek fire for Greek wine. Then
We will burn up the Parcitadi living!
Lady, pour out for him a cup brimful
And drink with him a draught, to do him
honour;
And welcome him, welcome the perfect archer.
Francesca.
I have already greeted him.
GlANCIOTTO.
But when?
Francesca.
When he was shooting.
Paolo.
Do you know, Gianciotto,
I came up on the tower
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 103
And found her iu the act of making trial
With Berlingerio of a fiery dart?
GlANCIOTTO.
Is that the truth ?
Paolo.
She played
With lighted fire, and the poor man-at-arms
Was crying out for fear the tower should burn,
And she the while was laughing. I heard her
laugh.
While the fire lay as geutle at her feet
As a greyhound iu leash.
GlANCIOTTO.
Is that the truth,
Francesca?
Francesca.
I was weary of my rooms
And of my whimpering women. And of a truth
I had rather look, my lord, on open war
Than feed fear closeted.
GlANCIOTTO.
Daughter of Guido,
Your father's seal is on you. May God make
you
Fruitful to me, that you may give me many
Ami many a lion's cub!
[Francesca knits her brow.]
Paolo, you have not drunk!
Drink, you art; pale, Pour out a cup for him,
My woman warrior, fnll, and drink a draught.
He shot a splendid bolt.
104 FBANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Paolo.
, Do you know, Gianciotto,
Who lifted up the window while I shot?
She ! In her hand she held the little cord
That lifts it, like the children of our soldiers;
And steady was her hand and firm her eye.
Gianciotto.
Why, come then, come, my lady, and make war
Among the castles! I will make for you
A breastplate of fine gold, and you shall go
Riding with sword and spear.
Like the brave Countess Aldruda di Bertinoro,
When she went out to fight with Marchesella
Against the Councillor of Magonza. Ah!
You have been apart from me too long, dear
lady.
Now with that dark band underneath your chin
And round your neck, you seem to wear a gor-
get:
It gives you a wild sort of grace. True, eh,
Paozzo? But you have not yet drunk! Drink,
now.
Drink, you are pale. You have worked well.
This night
We shall not sleep, two in our beds. So, lady,
Pour out the wine.
Francesca.
See, I am pouring it.
Gianciotto.
It is almost dark here; one can hardly see;
You might have spilt it.
FRANC ESC A DA RIMINI. 105
Francesca.
Drink, my lord and kinsman,
Out of the cup in which your brother drank.
God give you both good fortune,
Each as the other, and alike to me!
[Paolo cZrinA^s, looking straight into Francesca' s
eyes.]
Gianciotto.
Good fortune, Paolo,
I had begun to tell you, and I stopped ;
I have happy tidings for you. In the hour
Of victory there came to our good father
Envoys from Florence, saying you are elected
The Captain of the People and the Commune
Of Florence,
Paolo.
Envoys came!
Gianciotto.
Why, yes. You are sorry?
Paolo.
No, I will go.
[Francesca turns her face to the shadow and moves
afevi steps nearer the tower. The Slave retires
to one side and stands motionless. ]
Gianciotto.
You must go within three days.
You will have time to go to Ghiaggiolo
To your Orat»ile, who is used by now
To being a widow. And from there you will go
To the city of gay living th;it has thriven
Under the gnifhuice of tlin joyous friars,
Full of fat merchants, and of merry-makers,
106 FRANC ESC A DA RIMINI.
And gentry of the Court, and there the tables
Are spread both niglit and morning, and tliey
dance there
And sing tliere, and you can sport to heart's
content.
[Ills face clouds over and he becomes bitter
again.]
We will stay here and set the trap for wolves
And slit the throats of lambkins. Iron shall
knock
On iron for the pleasure of our ears,
Sardinian rod and hatchet of Orezzo
On bolt with rounded edge, morning and night
And night and morning. Here then we will
wait
Till in some escalade another stone
Fracture another knee. And then, why, then,
Giovanni, the old Lamester, Gianni Ciotto,
Shall have himself tied tightly on the back
Of a stallion with the staggers, and so slung
Neck and crop ravaging down the ways of hell.
[Francesca moves restlessly to and fro in the
shadoio, Through the archway is seen the
evening sky reddened by the flames].
Paolo.
Giovanni, are you angry with me?
GlANCIOTTO.
No,
Did you not split the tongue of him who cried
His jests against me? " At him ! At him ! Ha!
The Lamester with the lovely wife! " cried out
Ugolino as he rode. His voice was loud :
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 107
Did it reacli you at the window? I was there,
Eye upon eye, aud stirrup against stirrup,
When your good shaft went straight
Into his snarling mouth,
Aud through, and out the back way of the head.
And yet you might have missed.
I felt the feathers of the arrow -shaft
Whistle against my face. You might have
missed.
Paolo.
But since I did not miss, why think of it?
GIA^'CIOTTO.
It is your way to run these sorts of risks.
At Florence be more cautious. You are going
To a hard post. Have sharp and rapid sight
But also prudent hand.
Paolo.
Since you advise me,
Does it not seem to you, brother, as if
'Twere wiser let it go? We shall have need
Of all our forces here. The year is turniua
Not over fortunately for the Guelfs,
Since the defeat of that Giovanni d'Appia
And the rebellion since in Sicily,
In favour of the Angevins.
Glanciotto.
Wo must needs
Accept, and that without delay. You now
Shall be the keeper of the jicace where once
Our mighty father was the Governor
Under King Charles, in the one great Guelf
city
108 FEANCESCA DA BIMINI.
That prospers still. And so beyond the bounds
Of our Eomagna shall the name of us
Sound high and spread abroad; and each of us
Shall follow where his rising star leads on.
I go my way, my sword has eyes for me ;
My horse has not yet stumbled under me.
[While he speaks, Malatestino is brought,
wounded, down the stairs of the tower, be-
tween lighted torches, like a corpse. The
shadow grows darker].
Francesca
[From the back].
O, what is this? Horror! Do you not see
Malatestino, there, Malatestino,
The soldiers carrying him in their arms
Between the torches? They have killed his
father !
SJie runs towards the Men, who are coming down
the side stairs, and passing through the
midst of the archers, who leave off their work
and make way in silence. Gianciotto and
Paolo run forward. Oddo Dalle Cami-
NATE andFoscoLoD'OLNANO are carrying
the bleeding Youth. Fouk Akchers with
long quivers accompany them with torches.
Francesca
[Bending over the Touth].
Malatestino! O God,
His eye is black with blood.
His eye is cut and toin. How have they killed
him?
FRANCESCA DA RnilNI. 109
O, has bis father seen it? Does he knoAv?
[GiA-SCioTTO feels over his body and listeiis to
his heart.]
GlANCIOTTO.
Francesca, no, he is not dead! He breathes,
His heart is beating still. Do you not see?
He is coming to. The blow has struck him
senseless;
But he is coming to.
The life is sound in him; he has good teeth
To keep it back from going. Courage, now!
Set him down gently here, here on this heap
Of ropes.
[As the Bearers are setting him down, the
Youth begins to revive.]
Oddo, how was it?
Oddo.
From a stone
While they were scaling the Galassa tower.
FOSCOLO.
All by himself he had made prisoner
Montagna Parcitade,
And bound him with his sword-belt, and led him
back
To Cesser Malatesta; and returned
To take the Tower.
Oddo.
Just as he was, without
A visor to his helmet, heedlessly:
You know how hot he is!
FoSCOLO.
And he was angry
110 FRANCE SC A DA BIMINI.
Because his father would not suffer him
To cut the prisoner's throat.
[FRANCESCApowrs a few drops of wine between
the lips of the Youth. Faol,o follows every
movement greedily with his eyes.]
GlANCIOTTO
[Looking at the wound],
A stone out of the hand; not from a sling.
Come, it is nothing.
Lean as he is, he needs
Crow-bar and catapult to put him under.
This is a heart of metal, a tough liver.
He bears the sign of God now, as I do,
In warfare. He shall be
Named, from henceforth, as I am, by his scar.
[He kisses Mm on the forehead.]
Malatestino !
[The Youth shakes himself and recovers con-
sciousness.]
Drink, Malatestino!
[He drinks some of the wine, which Francesca
puis to his lips. Then he shakes his head,
and is about to raise to his wounded left eye
the hand still wearing its gauntlet. Fran-
cesca prevenis him.]
Malatestino.
[As if suddenly awaking, ivith violence].
He will escape, I say. He is not safe
In prison. I tell you he will find a way
To escape presently. Father, give me leave
To cut his throat! I took him for you! Father,
FRANCESCA DA BIMINI. Ill
Dear Fathei-, let me kill him. I am sure
He will find a way to escape presently.
He is an evil one. Well, you then, give him
One hammer-stroke upon the head; one blow,
And he will turn upon himself three times.
Francesco.
Malatestino, what do you see? You are raving,
What do you see, Malatestino?
Oddo.
Still
He is raging at Montagu a.
GlANCIOTTO.
Malatestino, do you not know me? See,
You are on the Mastra Tower.
Montagna is in good clutches. Be assured
He will not run away from you.
Malatestino.
Giovanni,
Where am I? O Fraucesca, and you too?
[He again raisea Ida hand to his eye.]
What is the matter with my eye?
GlANCIOTTO.
A stone
That caught you in it.
Francesca.
Are you suffering much?
[The Youth rises to his feet and shakes his head.]
Malatestino.
The Ktone-throw of a Gliibelline carap-
follower
To make me suffer?
Come, come, there's no use now
112 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
No time to weave new linen with old thread.
Put on a bandage, quick,
Give me to drink, and then
To horse, to horse !
[Francesca takes off the band that surrounds
her chin and throat.]
GlANCIOTTO.
Can you see?
Malatestino.
One's enough for me.
GlANCIOTTO.
Try now
If the left one is lost.
[He takes a torch from one of the Archers.]
Close your right eye. Francesca,
Put your hand over it. He has his gauntlet.
[She closes his eyelid with her fingers. GiANCi-
OTTO jJiits the torch before his face.]
Look! Do you see this torch?
Malatestino.
No.
GlANCIOTTO.
Not a glimmer?
Malatestino.
No, no!
[He takes Francesca' s wrist and pushes it away.]
But I can see with one.
Archer
[Excited by the Youth's courage].
Long live
Messer Malatestino! Malatesta!
PRANCESCA DA ttlMINL 113
Malatestino.
To horse, to horse!
Giovanni, though the day is won, yet, yet.
Is not old Parcitade living still,
And waiting i-einforcements? We must not
Be blinded. Oddo, Foscolo, the best
Is still to have.
GlANCIOTTO
[turning to the Archers].
The cask ! is the cask ready?
[He goes towards the tower, to direct the opera-
ations of the catapult.]
Oddo.
You will fall half-way there.
Francesca.
Stay, Malatestino,
Do not go back into the fight! Stay here,
And I will bathe and heal you. Run, Smaragdi,
Prepare the water and the linen; send
For Maestro Almodoro.
Malatestino.
No, kinswoman,
Put on a bandage, quick.
And let me go. I will come back again
To find the doctor: bid the doctor wait.
I feel no pain at all.
But bandage me, I beg of you, kinswoman,
With the band that you have taken off your
face.
Francesca.
I will do the best I can fi>r you, God knows,
114 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
But it will not be well done.
[She binds up his eye. He observes Paolo, ivho
has not taken his eyes off Fkancesca.]
Malatestino.
O, Paozzo,
What are you doing there? dreaming?
Francesca.
'Twill not
Je well done.
Malalestino.
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 battle-
ments the glow of the fire spreads over the
sky. The bells ring in all directions. Trum-
pets are heard.]
They have shut up Montagna
In the sea prison. He will get away.
I begged my father, I begged him, on my knees,
To let me finish.
The envoys smiled. My father would not let
me,
Because of them, I know,
To seem magnanimous. Another night
Montagna must not sj^end here. Will you help
me?
Come to the prison ! Have you done, kinswoman?
But do not tremble.
FRANCE SC A DA EIMINL 115
Francesca
[Tying the knot].
Yes, yes, but it is not well done. Your forehead
Is burning. You ai'e feverish. Do not go, .
Malatestiuo. Listen to me. Stay,
For God's sake!
GlANCIOTTO
[On the toioer].
Heave it! Let it go!
[The noise of the catapult is heard as it discharges
the cask with its lighted fuses]
Abcher.
Long life
To Malatesta! Long life to the Guelfs !
Death to the Ghibellines and Parcitade!
Malatestino
[turning and running forward].
To horse ! to horse ! to horse !
[Oddo, Foscolo, and the Archers with their
torches follow him.]
[The stage darkens. The reflection of the fire
reddens the shadow in which Paolo and
Fkancesca remain alone.]
Paolo.
Farewell, Francesca.
[As he approaches her, she draws back with terror.]
GlANCIOTTO
[From the tower].
Paolo! Paolo!
116 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Fbancesca.
Brother, farewell ! Brother!
[Paolo goes towards the Tower, from which the
aery staves are again being thrown. Fkan-
CESCA, left alone in the shadow, makes the
sign of the cross and falls on her knees,
bowing herself to the ground. At the back a
still brighter illumination lights up the sky.]
Akcheb.
Fire! fire! Death to the Ghibellines! Fire!
Death
To Parcitade and the Ghibellines!
Long live the Guelfs and long live Malatesta!
[The fiery shafts are let fly through th. battle-
ments. The bells ring in all aireciions.
The triunpets sound in the miasv of cries
rising from the streets of the burning and
blood-stained city.]
ACT III.
A room painted in fresco, elegantly divided into
panels, portraying stories out of the romance of
Tristan, between birds, beasts, flowers, and fruits.
Under the moulding, around the walls, runs a
frieze in the form of festoons, on which are
written some words from a love-song:
'' Meglio 7ft'e dorinire gaudendo
C avere penzieri veghiando.^'
On the right is a beautiful alcove hidden by rich
curtains ; on the left a doorway covered by
a heavy hanging ; at the back a long window
with many panes, divided by little columns,
looking out on the Adriatic; a j)ot of basil
is on the window-sill. Near the door, raised
two feet above the floor, is a musicians^ gallery,
with compartments decorated ivith open carv-
ings. Near the window is a reading desk, on
which is open " The History of Launcelot
of the Lake," composed of large illuminated
pages, firmly bound together by thin boards
covered in crimson velvet. Besides it is a
couch, a sort of long chair without back or
arms, v)ilh many cushions of samite, almost
on the level of the windoW'Sill, on which any
one leaning back can see over the lohole sea-
shore of Rimini. A chamber organ of small
118 FRANCESCA DA RIMINt.
size, xoith chest, pipes, keys, bellows, and reg-
isters finely worked, stands in the corner, a
lute and a viol beside it. On a small table
is a silver mirror, amongst scent-bottles, glasses,
purses, girdles, and other trinkets. Large iron
candlesticks stand beside the alcove and the
musicians^ gallery. Footstools are scattered
about, and in the midst of the Jloor is seen the
bolt of a trap-door, through which a passage
leads to the lower rooms.
|Francesca is reading in the book. The Women,
seated on the footstools in a circle, embroidering
the border of a coverlet, listen to the story ;
each of them has a little phial of seed pearls
and gold threads hanging from, her girdle.
The March sunlight beats on the crimson taffeta,
and sheds a diffused light on the faces bent
over the needlework. The Slave is near the
window-sill, gazing into the sky.]
France sc A
[reading].
" Thereat Galeotto comes to her and says :
'Lady, have pity on him, for God's sake,
And do for me as I would do for you,
If you should ask it of me.' ' What is this
That I should pity ?' ' Lady, you well know
How much he loves you, and has done for you,
More than knight ever did for any lady.'
' In truth he has done more for me than I
Can ever do for him again, and he
Could ask of me nothing I would not do ;
But he asks nothing of me, and he has
FRANCE SC A DA RIMINI. 119
So deep a sadness, tliat I marvel at it."
And Galeotto saj's: ' Lady, have pity.'
' That will I have,' says she, ' and even such
As you would have me ; hut he asks of me
Nothing. . .' "
[The Women laugh. Francesca throws her-
self back on the cushions, troubled and ener-
vated.]
Garsenda.
Madonna,
How ever could a knight, and Launcelot,
Have been so shamefaced?
Alda.
All the while the queen,
The poor queen, only longing she might give
Her lover what he would not ask of her I
BlANCOFIORE.
She should have said to him: " Most worthy
knight,
Your sadness will avail you not a mite."
Altichiara.
Guenevere did but jest with him, and chose
To wait her time; but nothing in the world
Was iu her mind more than a speedy bed.
Adonella.
And Galeotto, though indeed he was
A noble prince, knew well enough the art
That is called —
Francesca.
Adonella, hush I I tire
120 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Of listening to your chattering so long.
Smaragdi, tell me, is the falcon back?
Slave.
No, lady; he has lost his way.
Francesca.
Do you hear
His little golden bell?
Slave.
I cannot hear it.
My eyes are good, and yet I cannot see him.
He has flown too high.
[Fbancesca turns to the window and gazes out]
Alda.
He will be lost, Madonna.
It was not well to let him out of leash.
He was a little haughty.
Garsenda.
He was one
They call the Ventimillia breed, brave birds;
This one had thirteen feathers in his tail.
Altichiara.
Their home is on an island ;
He will have flown back to his island home.
BlANCOFIORE.
He followed cranes, was good at catching them;
And Simonetto begs of you, Madonna,
That he may have a crane, to make two fifes
Of the two leg-bones, and he says they sound
Sweetly as might be.
FRANCESCA DA EIMINL 121
Garsenda.
No,
He is not coming back; he was too proud;
Ah, like the one who gave him to you, Messer
Malatestino, I would say: may he
Not hear me ! If you had but rubbed his beak,
At dead of night,
With horse's belly-grease,
He would have come to love you so. Madonna,
He never would have flown out of your hand.
[The Women burst out laughiny.]
Adonella.
Now listen to the learned doctoress!
Alticuiara.
At dead of night with horse's belly-grease!
Garsenda.
Why, yes, I have read the book that Danchi
wrote.
The first and best master of falconry;
It gives you all the rules.
Francesca.
Go, Adonella,
Run to the falconer, tell him what has hap-
pened.
And bid him go with his decoy, and call
And search all over. He has fiown, perhaps,
Up to some tower, and perched there. Bid him
go
And search all over.
I Adonella drops her needle and hurries out.]
122 FBANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Altichiara.
He has fled away,
Madonna, after the first swallows.
Alda.
See,
The blood of all the swallows
Is raining on the sea.
BlANCOFIOEE
[singing].
" Fresh in the Calends of March,
O swallows, coming home,
Fresh from the quiet lands beyond the sea."
Francesca.
O, yes, yes, Biancofiore !
Some music, give me music!
Sing over a low song
In the minor key!
Leave off your sewing, go
And bring me music.
[The WoMEK rise quickly and fold up the taffeta.]
Look
For Simonetto, Biancofiore.
Biancofiore.
Yes,
Madonna.
Francesca.
And you, Alda, look for Bordo
And Signorello and Rosso,
And bid them come and bring the instruments
And bring the tablature
For maKing music in the room here.
FEANCESCA DA RIMINI. 123
Alda.
Yes,
Madonna.
Fhancesca.
Altichiara, if you see
The doctor, send him to me.
Altichiara.
Yes, Madonna.
Francesca.
And you, Garsenda, if you come across
The merchant who is here from Florence bid
him
Come hither.
Garsenda.
Yes, Madonna, I will seek him.
Fkancesca.
Bring me aparland of March violets*
To-day 'tis the March calends.
BlANCOFIORE.
Madonna, you shall have one, and a fair one.
[All fjo out.]
[Francesca turiiH to the Slave, who is still
gazing into the sky].
Francesca.
O Smaragdi, he is not coming back?
Slave.
He is not coming back.
The falconer will bring him back again.
Do not be troubled.
Fkancesca.
But I am troubled, yes; Malatestino
124 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Will be enraged with me, because I have kept
His gifts so ill. He tells me that he gave me
The king of falcons. I have lost it.
Slave.
Wild
And thankless and unkind, if so it flies
From the face of man.
[Fkancesca is silent for a feio instants.]
Fbancesca.
I am afraid of him.
Slave.
Afraid of whom, lady?
Fkancesca.
I am afraid
Of Malatestino.
Slave.
Is it his blind eye
That frightens you?
Fkancesca.
No, no, the other one,
The one he sees with : it is terrible.
Slave.
Let him not see you, lady.
Fkancesca.
Ah, Smaragdi, what was the wine you brought
That night, upon the Mastra tower, when all
The city was in arms? Was it bewitched?
Slave.
Lady, what are you saying?
Fkancesca.
It is as if you brought me a drugged wine ;
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 125
The poison is takiufr hold
Upon the veins of her that drank of it,
And all my fate grows cruel to me again.
Slave.
What is this sadness, lady?
Although the falcon has not yet come back,
He has come back to you,
Lady, who is the sun that your soul loves.
Francesca
[turnimj pale, and speaking with repressed
anger].
Unhappy woman!
How do you dare to speak it? Treachery
Even in you? Accursed be the hour
In which you brought him to me, and his fraud
With him ! Was it not you
Who made the way that leads me to my death?
Three cups of bitterness I do not leave you;
It is you that set them down before me, you
That brim them up each day, without a tear.
[The Si.A\E flings herself on the ground.]
Slave.
Tread on me, tread on me! Between two stones
Crush in my head!
FliANCESCA
\More calmli/].
Rise up,
It is no fault of yours, my poor Smaragdi,
It is no fault of yours.
Sii<l(l(Mily like a sjjirit of my heart
Voii ran to meet my joy! On your eyes too
There was a veil; and veiled by the same fate
126 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Was the iniquity of my father. We,
All of us, were made powerless and unpitying,
Wretched and ignorant,
Upon the bank of a river,
Unblamable all of us,
Upon the bank of a loud rushing river.
I crossed it, I alone,
I had no thought of you;
I found myself upon the other side.
And we are thrust apart.
Ah me, and never to be one again.
And I now say to you :
I cannot. And you say:
Cross and come back.
And I: I do not know.
[<S/te gives to the last words almost the cadence
of a melody; then she laughs a dry and bitter
laugh, which seems as if torn out of her.
But the sound of her own laughter fright-
ens her. The Slave stands trejnbling.]
my poor reason, rule
Still, do not turn away!
What is this demon that has hold on me?
The enemy was laughing in my heart:
Did you not hear him?
1 cannot pray now, I can pray no longer.
Slave
[In a low voice].
Shall I not call him?
Francesca
[Starting].
Who?
PKANCESCA DA BIMtNL 127
[She looks about her anxiously: her eye turns to
the motionless curtain over the door. Her
craving overcomes her, her voice sounds
hoarse. \
Smaragdi, did you see Messer Giovauui
Take horse?
Slave.
Yes, lady, with the old man too,
With Messer Malatesta, the old man.
They are going surely to an act of peace
With the Lord Bishop. They are riding now
By Saut' Arcaugelo
Francesca
[darkly].
You watch, Smaragdi; you see all, hear all,
Know all; well, be so always.
Slave.
Doubt me not,
Lady. Sleep safe and sound. Could I but give
you
Joy, as the stone whose name I bear could give
you!
Francksca.
And do you know where Malatestino is?
Slave.
At Tloncofreddo, sent there by his father
With thirty hor.sc.
Francesca.
I am afraid of him.
Keep him away from me.
128 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Slavk.
But why so, lady?
When he was sick, did you not care for him,
Day and night, like a sister?
Fkancesca.
O, that name
Is like a poison here. Samaritana,
Where are you? and the stream of your young
freshness,
Where does it run, that now can never slake
My thirst when I am nigh to perishing?
I see about me, in the shadow about me.
Eyes, savage eyes, that spy on me, the eyes
Of wild beasts only waiting to take hold
And fight over their prey;
And they are all veined with the selfsame
blood.
They are all brothers;
One mother gave them birth. Ah me! what
sad
Sorcery have I suffered? Who has set
Thus, thus, upon the threshold of my life
This mortal sin? You, creature of the earth,
Who dig about the roots of poisonous flowers,
Say, where was this unnatural evil born?
It is from you I know
The old hard song:
"If three I find, three I take!" Now thr
demon
Has taken them all together, three has taken.
And me with them.
Slave.
Call not upon the enemy!
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 129
Be it forgiven to you, body and soul!
You are deceived in this.
The shadow is a glass to you, and therein
You see your own eyes burn.
Call not upon your head
Some evil fortune ! May the Lord God watch
Over you as your slave will surely watch !
Francesca.
There is no escape, Smaragdi. You have said
it:
The shadow is a glass to me; and God
Lets me be lost. What days
And nights I spent alone by the bedside
Of the sick man, that I might purge myself
Of evil thoughts that faded, faded out.
I touched the horrible wound,
Praying; I washed away
That evil foulness with my prayers. And then
My soul, amid that horror, seemed to see
Grace and salvation; then it was I found
The beast desire that wakened in the veins
Of that too violent life. Do yo)i understand?
The gaping wound under the forehead closed
And another opened, far more horrible,
Within the breast. And thoughts
That had faded out, my old despairing
thoughts.
Seemed to infect me with a blacker venom.
More cruelly; and my flesh
Upon my sorrow like a covering
Intolerable;
And exiled from the world
All the sweet things of springtide and of sleep;
130 fhakcesca da riminl
And the very face of love
Turned into stone, and turned
To a terror; only hatred and desire,
Bewildered in the darkness of the world,
And reeling blindly in their work of death,
Like drunken slaughterers.
That, full of wine
And fury, slay each other witlessly.
Slave
[in a lov) voice].
Do not despair! Listen, listen ! I know
A spell to cast on him who makes you fear;
I know a drink that drives these thoughts
away
And cures remembrance. You must give it
him
With the left hand
When he dismounts wearied and hungering.
I will teach you how to say the spell.
Francesca.
Smaragdi,
If it avails at all, give it to me.
And let me drink it, and be free again.
But there is no escape. Will you interpret
The dream I always dream.
Night after night?
Slave.
Lady, tell me the dream;
I will interpret it.
Fkancesca.
Night after night I see the savage hunt
Nastagio degli Onesti saw one day
FBANCESCA DA BIMINL 131
In the pine-wood of Ravenna, as I heard
Bannino tell the story when we went
Down to the shore at Chiassi. In my dream
I see it as it was in very truth.
A naked woman, through the depth of the
wood,
Dishevelled, torn by branches and by thorns.
Weeping and crying for mercy,
Euns, followed by two mastiffs at her heels
That bite her cruelly when they overtake her;
See, and behind her through the depth of the
wood.
Mounted on a black charger,
A dark knight, strong and angry in the face.
Sword in hand, threatening her
With a swift death in terrifying words.
Then the dogs, taking hold
Of the woman's naked side.
Stop her; and the fierce knight, coming abreast,
Dismounts from off his horse,
And with his sword in hand
Runs at the woman so,
And she, upon her knees, pinned to the earth
By the two mastiffs, cries to him for mercy;
And he thereat drives at her with full strength.
Pierces her in the breast
So that the sword goes through her; and she
falls
Forward, upon her face.
Still always weeping; and the knight draws
forth
A dagger, and oitciis her
By the hip-bone, and draws
132 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Her heart out, and the rest,
And throws it to the dogs that hungrily
Devour it of a sudden. But she has lain
Not long before, as if she were not dead,
She rises up and she begins again
Her lamentable running toward the sea;
And the two dogs after her, tearing her,
Always, and always after her the knight,
Upon his horse again.
And with his sword in hand,
Always threatening her.
Tell me, can you interpret me my dream,
Smaragdi?
[The Slave, as she listeyis, seems stricken with
terror.]
Are you frightened?
[Gaesenda enters followed by the Merchant
and his Boy carrying a pack.]
Gaesenda
[gaily].
Madonna, here is the merchant with his goods.
May he come in? He is the Florentine,
Who came to Rimino yesterday with the escort
Of Messer Paolo.
[Francesca, her face suddenly flushing, shakes
off her gloomy thoughts, and seems eager to
seek forgetfulncss of her mortal anguish ; but
a kind of painful tension accompanies her
volubility.]
Francesca.
Come in, come in, we are minded to renew
Our robes with the new season.
FEAXCESCA DA EUIINL 133
Come in, come in. I would have sometliinjj made
Of sarcenet woven of many coloured threads,
Of many colours, of a hundred colours,
So that at each turn and return of light
And of sight the aspect changes ; O Smaragdi,
A raiment of pure joy !
[The Merchant inclines hunibli/.]
Good merchant, what have you to offer me?
Merchant.
Noble Madonna, everything that suits
With your nobility ; light taffetas,
Highly embroidered, circlet upon circlet.
Sarcenet, samite, and damask,
Grogram and bombasin.
Camlet, barracan, fustian,
Serge, Neopolitau doublets,
Sicilian tunics,
Watered silk, high or low, watered with gold
And silver thread, and waved ;
Linen of Lucca, Osta, Dondiscarte,
Of Bruges, of Tournai, and of Terremonde,
And of Mostavolieri in Normandy,
Fine serge from Como, changeable taffeta.
Cloth of silk worked in trees and squares and
eyelets
And patterns toothed and lish-boned.
Velvets of every sort
And every make.
Velvets one piled, and two piled, and three piled.
[Garsknua hiirsLs nut lnii<j)iinij.\
Fkancesca
Enough! enough! And have you found a ware-
bouse
ill Hiiniiio for 80 many goods?
134 FRANCMSCA DA RIMINI.
Merchant.
I am
Giotto di Bernarduccio Boninsegni,
The agent of the Company of Piero
Di Niccolaio degli Oiicellaii,
That has its thousand samples in the ware-
houses
Of Calimala and of Calimaruzza,
And sends its agents over all the west,
As far as IreUmd, and, in the Levant,
As far as the Cattaio, noble Madonna.
[Garsenda laughs. The Merchant turns and
looks at her]
Garsenda.
A florin or tvpo, eh?
You lent to Prester John,
(Poor wretch!) or to the Khan of Babylon.
[The Merchant opens the pack before Fran-
CESCA, tvho stands at the reading desk, and
exhibits his goods.]
Merchant.
We go to Armalecco, to buy vair,
Sable and ermine,
And marten-skins, and lynx, and other skins ;
And to buy woollen too.
To the monasteries of England, and to Chinna,
To Bilignass, Croccostrande, and Isticchi,
To Diolacresca, Giuttebi, and Bufeltro,
In Cornwall.
[Garsenda laughs.]
Garsenda.
Then you saw
King Mark in Cornwall, then
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 135
The fair-haired Iseult bought brocades from
you,
Sky-coloured, of a surety? Or you carried
Her'Tristau, hidden in your pack of goods,
Into her chamber?
Merchant.
They say that in Romagna
All fowling, nay, all gulling, is permitted ;
But the blackbird has already crossed the stream
And his mate has crossed the Po already.
Gabsenda.
Shafts
Of Florence make and Lombard : bastard
shafts.
They neither shine nor sting.
Because I do not know them.
[Francesca seems intent on turning over the
stuffs. ]
Francesca.
This is good,
Brocade with golden pomegranates. And how,
Giotto, did you come here to Rimino?
Merchant.
Noble Madonna, full of perils is
The life of merchants. Needs must be we take
Every occasion that is offered us.
I, by good fortune, chanced to come upon
The escort of the noble Messer Paolo,
And had good leave to follow it in safety.
So swift a journey may I never make
t36 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Again ; -with Messer Paolo you ride
The whole day long, and never sleep at all.
[FBANCESCA/eeZs over the stuffs, outwardly calm,
but an unconquerable smile burns in her eyes.
Garsenda has gone down on her knees to
see the stuffs. ]
Frakcesca.
You rode so swiftly?
Merchant.
Without rest or stay,
With tightened bridles, if I might so put it ;
And every stream they forded, could not wait
Until the flood had ebbed. And Messer Paolo
Laboured his horse with spur in such a haste
That there was always between him and us,
A mile or so of distance. I should say
He has some urgent business here. He asked
The Commune leave of absence
After two months, or little more, that he
Had entered into office ; truth it is
That the whole city sorrows at it, never
A more accustomed and more civil knight
Was Captain of the People there in Florence.
Francesca.
I will take this brocade.
Merchant.
Good, very good,
Madonna, And Bernardino della Porta
Of Parma, they have chosen
To take his place, is worth.
Why not so much as one hair of the head
Of Messer Paolo.
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 137
Francesca.
And this samite too.
Merchant.
Madonna, this with patterns all of gold, . .
Francesca.
Yes, I like this one too. It seems to me
You Florentines keep feast on feast, and make
The year a holiday, and care for nothing
Except for games and sports and banquetings
And dances.
Merchant.
Yes, Madonna, 'tis a sweet
And blessed land, our Florence : 'tis the fiowef
Of the others, Fioreuza!
Francesca.
I will take this silk too with the silver lines.
And the Captain of the People,
Was he well liked by all the companies
Of knights and ladies?
Merchant.
Each rivalled with each
Of all the companies
To have his presence, as the most well-spoken
And gallant man he indeed is; but he,
Uy what I know, would hold himself apart,
A trifle haughtily, and rare it was
To see him at their suppers. And in time
Of Carnival, in Santa Felicita
Beyond the Arno, I know by Messer Betto
De'Ilossi that tlioy made a company,
A thousand men or more, all dressed in white,
And Messer I'aolo by this company
138 FBANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Was chosen Lord of Love,
But he would not consent . . .
Francesca.
Here, this shot sarcenet
And this buff-coloured cotton. You were say-
ing.
Giotto . . .
[Garsenda takes the stuffs selected, and puts
them aside, first holding them up to the
light.]
Merchant.
I have seen him sometimes go about
With Guido of the Messers Cavalcante
Dei Cavalcanti ; he that is, they say,
One of the best logicians in the world,
And a most manifest
Natural philosopher.
And, as they say, he seeks,
Among the tombs, to find
There never was a God.
Francesca.
Garsenda, you may have this violet samite.
Garsenda.
O Madonna, much thanks !
Merchant.
'Tis a fine violet,
One of the finest colours of the dye.
Francesca.
And for you, Smaragdi? You were saying,
Giotto . . .
Merchant.
Often he had with him
Good singers and good players, specially
FRANCESCA DA RUIINL 139
Ca.sella da Pistoia the musician,
A master in the ai"t of singing songs
Of love . . .
Francesca,
For you, Smaragdi, you shall have
This green-brown serge. And Altichiara too
And Biancofiore, each of you must have
A new dress.
Merchant.
This, Madonna, is a colour
Of the newest fashion, it is called the seamew,
A very marvel, with its golden bunches;
Mona Giuglia degli Adimari, the other week,
Bought from me full ten yards of it. And this
With the goose pattern. Capon's foot, bear's ear.
Young pigeon, angel's wing,
Iris, corn-flower, new colours . . .
[Francesca rises impetuously, as if breaking
some conslralnt.]
Francesca.
Merchant, leave it,
And I will choose at leisure.
[She turns towards the window and looks out on
the shining sea, shading her eyes with her
hand. 1
How the sun
Is strong, this March, and fierce!
There goes a little ship with a red sail!
Here are the swallows coming back in flocks!
Garsenda
[to the Merchant!.
How long shall you be staying in Rimino?
140 FBANCESCA DA BIMINL
Merchant.
Three days. And then I have to make my way
To Barletta and from Barletta I take ship
For Cypi-us.
[The SvAVE lights iqj, hearing the name of her
country.]
Gaksenda.
Listen, listen,
Smaragdi I
Slave
\anxiously].
Do you go to Cyprus, merchant?
Merchant.
I go there yearlj% We have warehouses
At Famagosta, and there yearly gell
Thousands and tliousands besants' worth of
goods.
Are you from Cyprus?
Slave.
Salute for me the Mount Chionodes,
His head in snow and olives at his feet ;
And drink for me at the spring of Chitria
A draught for my heart's sake.
Francesca
{turning],
" And Cyprus I would make for,
And at Limisso anchor,
And land my sailors for a kiss, my captains
For love! "
{Instruments and merry voices are heard pre-
luding while she goes towards the bed, droop-
ingly, as if to lie down on it]
FBANCESCA DA RIMINI. 141
Slave.
And who is king there? Sire Ughetto?
Merchant.
Ughetto died young, Ugo di Lusignauo,
His cousin, is king now. And there have been
Most evil deeds,
And poisonings of women.
And treachery of barons and the plague,
Locusts and earthquakes,
And Venus, queen of devils, has appeared.
[The sounds of music and voices and laughter
come nearer. Francesca lies back on the
bed between the half-closed curtains.]
[The Women, with the exception of AbonelIjA,
enter, followed by the Doctor, the Astrol-
oger, i/ie Jester and the Musicians, who
tune their instruments and prelude on them.
The Doctor wears a dressing-gown, down
to the heels, of a dark tan-colour; the As-
trologer a green-brown robe and a black
turban striped with yellow; the Jester a
scarlet jerkin. The Musicians go up on
their gallery, and range themselves in order.
Altichiara.
Madonna, here is Maestro Almodoro.
Alda.
And we have found the astrologer, Madonna.
Biancofiore.
And the Jester too, Gian Figo, that procures
Rpclpos against melanrlioly with songs
And storios and the dust of No-Man's I^and.
142 FRANCESCA DA BIMINI.
Alda.
And the voices and the players
On bagpipe, flute and lute,
Rebec and monochord.
[Standing upright between the curtains, Fran-
CESCA looks before her as if bewildered,
neither smiling nor speaking.]
BlANCOFIORE
[co7ning forioard].
Here is the garland
Of violets. May it chase your melancholy!
[She offers it to her gracefully. Francesca
takes it, while Altichiara takes the mir-
ror from the table and holds it up before her
face as she puts on the garland. The Slave
slowly goes out.]
Garsenda.
O Maestro Almodoro,
Galen, Hippocrates, and Avicenna
Returned to earth inside one doctor's gown,
Can you tell us what is melancholy?
[The 'Doctor places himself in their midst, and
assumes a solemn air.]
Doctor.
Melancholy
Is a dark humour many call black bile,
And it is cold and dry.
And has its situation in the spine;
Its nature is of the earth
And of the autumn. Nee dubium est quidem
Melancholicus morbus
Ab impostore Diabolo. .
FRANCESCA DA lUMINL 143
[The Jester 2>M<s himself in front of him, cover-
ing him. The Women and the Musicians
laugh and whisper.]
Jester.
When
Your devil was born, my devil had found his
legs.
Melancholy is to drink as the Gei'mans do,
Madonna; to backbite as the Greeks do,
To sing as the French do,
To dance as the Moors do.
To sleep as the English do,
And to stand steady like
Messere Ferragunze the Cordelier.
Madonna, I have had from you those two
Pieces of scarlet in advance: but see.
The jerkin that was new has become old.
Have you two other pieces, may it please you.
Of velvet?
[The Women laugh. He eyes the vierchunV s
wares, scattered over the couch.\
Gars EN DA.
The Astrologer! Speak now,
Astrologer of Syria who sees all things!
[The bearded Astrologer puts on a gloomy
look and speaks vnth a voice that seems to
come from a deep cave.]
Astrologer.
All darts he sees not, who sees every dart;
But he who blindly aims against the heart
Takes aim from thence, whence doth all life
depart.
144 FRANCESCA DA EIMINI.
Jester.
And I believe not in your art.
[Fbancesca looks sharply at the Saracen
as if fearing something.]
Francesca.
What do you mean by this dark riddle? Speak,
Maestro Isacco, explain.
Astrologer.
Lady, who iuwai-d looks,
Looks not, but he who wills that which he
looks.
Jester.
And yet the man of Friuli has said :
He who wants woman wants a lord and master,
And he who wants a lord and master wants —
Catch who catch can ! And then
In the book of Madam Mogias of Egypt,
That is called the Book of Piercing to the Heart,
It is declared that woman's enemies
Are seventeen —
[Adonella enters, carrying five garlands of
white narcissi, hanging from a gold loire
that binds them together.]
Adonella.
Madonna, the falconer
Has called the falcon back. Some of his feath-
ers
Ai-e bent or broken a little ; but warm water
And a soft bandage will soon set them right.
Astrologer.
The falcon's beak thou shalt not shear or break.
But scanty clippings take;
FBANCESCA DA BIMINI. 145
For these, well mixed with wool, long talons
make.
Francesca.
You speak in riddles, then.
To-day, Maestro Isacco '?
Astrologer.
Not every one who speaketh speaks, but he
Who sleeps must silent be ;
Evils in life and truth in prophecy.
Jester.
So may it be, amen ! Bring in the bier.
O Saracen Isacco,
You are a very great astronomer ;
You prophesy, besides ;
But you must make a little matter plain.
Tell me, which is the easier to know,
The things that are now past.
Or else the things that are to come ?
Astrologer.
O fool,
Who does not know the things that he has seen,
The things that are behind ?
Jester.
Good, very good ; we'll see how well you know
them.
Now tell me this,
What were you doing on the last March calends,
A year ago !
[The Astrologer thinkH.]
Well, then, six months ago ?
146 FBANCESCA DA RIMINI.
[The Astrologer thinks. The Women laugh.
The Jester speaks rapidhj.]
I will ask you, tlieu, oue last time : can you tell me
What weather it was three mouths ago ?
[The Astrologer thinks and stares before him.
The Jester plucks him by the robe.]
Isacco,
Don't cast nativities, you need not gape,
Stand steady. Now, what ship
Came here, a month ago ? What ship set sail ?
What do you gape at ? Did you eat indoors
Or out of doors a fortnight since ?
Astrologer.
Wait, wait
A little.
Jester.
Wait! What ? But I will not wait.
Come now, what were you doing,
A week ago to-day ?
Astrologer.
Give me a little respite.
Jester.
Why, what respite
Should such as I give such as you who know
The things that are to come ? What did you eat
Four days ago ?
Astrologer.
Ah, I will tell you that.
Jester.
What did you say ?
Astrologer.
You are in such haste.
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 147
Jester.
What haste ? Well, tell me now, what did you
eat
Yesterday morning ? Tell me !
[The Astrologer, annoyed, turns his back up-
071 him. He plucks him by the sleeve.]
Stop ! Look at me a moment !
I lay you ten to one you do not know
If you are wide awake or if you dream.
Astrologer.
I know I do not sleep, and that you are
The greatest fool now living in the world I
Jkstkk.
But I assure you that you do not know.
Come here. Don't go like tlr.it against the wind
Of Mongibello. Tell mc, have you not
Hundreds of times gone up and down the stairs
Of the belfry-tower of Santa Colomba ? Well,
How many stairs are there ? Come here, I say!
Don't run away from me. Have you ever eaten
Medlars ? How many pips are in a medlar ?
[The infuriated AsTROLOOER/rees himself from
the r/rip of the Jester, amidst much lawjh-
ter.]
Then if you don't know that,
How can you know things that arc in the sky,
And in the hearts of women, and in hair ?
Find a cordwainor, hid him make a roi>o
Out of your beard, and hang you to a star.
Biancofiore.
Madonna has smiled !
Giau Figo has made even Madonna smile I
148 FRANCESCA DA BIMtlft
Go, go, dear doctoi-, to your house again,
And take your medicine and your Latin with
you,
To-day is the March calends ! Song means dance
To-day, and dance means song.
Play, Simonetto, play !
[The Musicians begin a prelude. Those stand-
ing near go to the back, so as to leave room
for the dance. Adonella unlooses the gold
wire, and distributes the garlands of narcissi
to her comjyanions, who put them on; and
retains for herself the one that bears two
swallows' wings. Alda takes out of a little
bag four painted wooden swallows that have
a kind of small handle under the breast, and
gives one to each of her companions; loho,
standing ready for the dance, hold them each
raised in the left hand. Adonella whis-
tles, in imitation of the chirruping of swal-
lows, and, lohile the other four dance and
sing, she utters at intervals, according to the
rhythm, the loud chirping that heralds the
spring.]
Alda.
Fresh, fresh, in the calends of March,
O swallows, coming home
Fresh from the quiet lauds beyond the sea;
First to bring back the great good messages
Of joy, and first to taste the good wild scent.
O creature of pure joy.
Come in your garments white and black, fiy
hither.
And bring your springtide gladness to our dance!
FRANC£:SCA DA BIMINI. 149
Alticiiiaba.
March comes, and February
Goes witli the wind to-day;
Bring out your taft'ety
And put the vair away.
And come with me, I pvay,
Across the streams in flood,
Under the branching wood that leans along,
With dancing and with song in company
With fleet-foot lovers, or upon the lea
Gather the violets,
Where the grass smells more sweet because her
feet,
Have passed that way, the naked feet of
Spring !
Garsexua.
To-day the earth appeals
New-wedded like a girl ;
The face that the sea wears
To-day is like apenrl.
Hark, hark, is tliat the merle
Deep in the thicket ? Hark,
How swift upsoars tlie lark Into the sky I
The cruel wind goes by, and in his mouth
Bears ravished nests ! O swallow of the south.
Thy tail's an arrow feather.
And like the twanging of a bow thy cry
WlKicby the spring will strike, the hands of
Spring!
Biancofiore.
O creature of deliglit,
Lead thou tbe dancing feet.
In robe of black and white,
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As is thy usage sweet.
Make here thy stay,0 fleet
Swallow, here in this room
Wherein is seen, in gloom or light of day,
The tale of Iseult, the fair flower of Ireland,
As here thou seest, and this shall be thy gar-
land,
Thy nest, no prison-mesh,
Seeing that the fresh fair lady seated here
Is not Francesca, but is very —
[The Dancers return rapidly, towards Fran-
cesca and form in a line, stretching out to-
wards her the hand that holds the swallow,
and the other; and they all sing with
BiANCOFiORE, without interval, the last
word of the stanza.]
All
Spring!
[At the beginning of the last movement the
Slave appears on the threshold. As the
Musicians 2)lay the last notes, she goes up
to Francesca hurriedly and whispers to
her something that suddenly disturbs her.\
Francesca
(Impetuously).
Eiancofiore, Altichiara, Alda, Adonella,
Garsenda, for the new
Delight of this new dance,
I must give you something new :
These dresses, take them, each!
[Shejncks up some of the scattered goods and
gives them.]
Here's for you, and for you!
FRANCESVA DA lilMiyi. 151
[The Jester comes forward in a slJclonrj way.]
And for you too,
Gian Figo, but no jesting.
\The Jester takes it and decamjys.]
Gaiseuda, take this too for the Musicians,
They can make jackets of it,
With stripes of red and yellow. And see, too,
Merchant
You set aside two lengths of some good serge
For Maestro Almodoro, and Maestro Isacco.
Now go, I have given you something, all of you.
For the INIarch calends' sake. Go now, and,
go ins,
Sing in the court the song of the March swal-
lows.
You must come back again, Merchant; Garsenda
Will bring you word. You may leave your
wares here now.
Go, and be merry, until vesper-time;
Adonella, lead the way into the court.
A happy spring to you!
[The MrsiciANS come down from their gallery,
playing, and go out. The Jester .skips
after them. Ai,L the others bow before
FjiAN(;KS('A and take the gifts they have
received, following the Musicians toith
whi.tpering and laughter. The Si.ave rc-
mrtius, busy wrapping vp the 7imrps in
bundles. Francehca abandons herself to
her anxiety. She takes several steps, blindly;
vnth a sudden movement, she draws the
rurtnins of the alrorr, whirh are half open,
showing the bed. Then she sits dovm be-
152 FEANCESCA DA RIMINI.
fore the reading-desk, and glances at the
open book, but, in turning, the train of her
dress catches in the lute, which falls, and
lies on the ground. She trembles.]
No, no, Smaragdi! Kun, and tell him not
To come!
[The sounds die aioay in the distance. The
Slave, having finished, goes towards the
door. Francesca takes a step towards
her as if to call her back.]
Smaragdi!
[The Slave goes out]
[After a few moments, a hand raises the cur-
tain, and Paolo Malatesta appears.
The door closes behind him]. As Paolo
and Fkancesca gaze at one another, for
a moment, without finding loords, both
change colour. The sound of Music dies
away through the palace. The room is
gilded by the rays of the setting sun, which
shine through the long ivindow.]
Francesca.
Welcome, my lord and kinsman.
Paolo
I have come,
Hearing a sound of music, to bring greetings,
My greetings of return.
Francesca.
You have come back
Speedily, sir; indeed with the first swallow.
My women even now
Were singing a new song that they have made
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 153
To welcome March. And there was also here
The merchant out of Florence, who had come
Among your following. Of him I had
Tidings of you.
Paolo .
But I, of you, no tidings,
None, I heard nothing there,
Nothing of you at all,
From that day onward, when, one perilous
night
You put a cup of wine into my hands,
And said to me, " farewell!"
And said to me, " God-speed!"
Fkancesca.
I have no memory.
My lord, concerning this. I have prayed much,
Paolo.
You have forgotten then ?
Fbancesca.
I have prayed much.
Paolo.
And I have suffered much.
If it be true that he wlio suffers conquers,
I think I must needs contjuer. . . .
FitANCKSCA.
What ?
Paolo.
My fate.
Francesca.
Fbancesca.
And yet you have come back?
154 FBANCESCA DA BIMINI.
Paolo.
I have come back
To live.
Francesca.
Not to die now?
rAoi.o.
All, you remember
The death I was to die,
And you that would not ! So much, at the least,
You have remembered.
[She draws hack towards the window, as if with-
drawing herself from his scarcely repressed
violence.]
Francesca.
Paolo, give me peace!
It is so sweet a thing to live forgetting,
But one hour only, and be no more tossed.
Out of the tempest.
Do not call back, I pray,
The shadow of that time in this fresh light
That slakes my thirst at last
Like that long draught
That at the ford I drank.
Out of the living water.
And now, I desire now
To think my soul has left
That shore to come into this sheltering shore,
Where music and where hope are sisters; so
To forget all the sorrow that has been
Yesterday, and shall be
To-morrow, and so let
All of my life, and all the veins of it.
And all the days of it,
FRANCESCA DA EIMINI. 155
And all old tliin,2;s in it, far-away things,
But for one liour, one hour,
Slip away quietly, a quiet tide,
Unto that sea,
Even these eyes mi^^ht 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 with waves
Yesterday, and to-day is like a pearl.
Give me peace!
Paolo.
It is the voice of spi'ing
I hear, and from your lips the music runs
Over the world, that I have seemed to hear,
Riding against the wind.
Sing in the voice of the wind.
At every turn of the way.
At every glade, and high
On the hill-tops, and on the edges of the woods,
And under them the streams,
When my desire bent back.
Burning with breath, the mane of my wild horse,
Over the saddle-bow, and the soul lived.
In tlie swiftness of that Hight,
On swiftness,
Like a torch carried in the wind, and all
The thou<ihts of all my soul, save one, save one,
Were all V)lown backward, spent
Like sparks behind me.
FUANfKSCA.
Ah, I'aolf), like sparks
All your words are, and still they take no rest,
And all your soul lives still
156 FRANCESCA DA BUIINI.
In the strong wind and swiftness of your coming,
And drags me with it, and I am full of fear.
I pray you, I pray you now,
That you will give me peace
For this hour only,
My fair friend, my sweet friend,
That I may quiet and put to sleep in me
The old sick pain, and forget all the rest;
Only bring back into my eyes the first.
Look that took hold on me out of your face.
Unknown to me ; for these dry eyelids have
No need of any healing but that dew.
Only to bring back and to have in them
Again the miracle of that first look ;
And they will feel that grace has come to them,
As they felt once, out of the heart of a dream,
The coming near of the dawn ;
And feel that they are to be comforted,
Perhaps in the shade
Of the new garland.
Paolo.
And so garlanded
With violets I saw you yesterday
In a meadow, as I stayed.
Pausing in journeying,
And being alone, and having far outstripped
My escort. I could hear
Only the champing bit
Of my horse pasturing, and see from there
The towers of Meldola in a wood. And all
Palpitated with you
In the high morning. And you came to me
With violets, and returning to your lips
FBANCESCA DA lUMINI. 157
I heard again a word that you had spoken,
Saying : I pardon you, and with much love!
Francesca.
That word was spoken
And perfect joy awaits upon the word.
IPaolo's eyes wander over the room.]
Ah, do not look around
Upon these things,
Silent, as if with joy,
And only full of sorrow and of shame.
No autumn withered them,
They shall not be awakened with the spring.
Look on the sea, the sea
That has borne witness for us once with God
To certain words once spoken, vast and calm
And shining where the battle came between,
And silent where the rage of clamour came
Between, and one sail passed upon the sea,
Going alone upon its way, like this,
See, yonder? And our souls
Were tried, as if with fire.
But now sit here, upon the window-seat,
And not with weapons now for killing men.
But without cruelty. See, Paolo,
With tills mere sprig of basil.
[She takes a cluster from her head, and offers it
to him ; as he steps nearer, his foot strikes
ayainst the catch of the trap-door, and he
stops. 1
You have struck your foot
Against the ring of the trap-door. It leads
From here into another room beneath.
[Paolo stoops to look at it.\
158 FRANGESCA DA RIMINI.
Paolo.
Ah, you can go from here into a room
Beneath.
Fbancesca
[Giving him the sprig of basil].
Come, take it, smell it; it is good.
Smaragdi planted it in memory
Of Cyprus, in this vase;
And when she waters it,
She sings: " Under your feet
I spread sweet basil,
I bid you sleep there,
I bid you pluck it,
I bid you smell it.
And remember the giver! "
At Florence all the women
Have their sweet basil on the window-sill.
Do you not know? But come,
Will you not tell me something of your life?
Sit here, and tell me something of yourself,
How you have, lived.
Paolo.
Why do you ask of me
To live the misery of my life twice over?
All that was joy to others was to me
Sorrow and heaviness. One only thing.
Music, could ever give me pleasant hours.
I went sometimes to a great singer's house,
He was by name Casella,
And there were met many of gentle birth,
Among them Guido Cavalcanti, and these
Were wont to make rhymes in the vulgar tongue;
And there was Ser Brunetto,
FRANCESCA DA BIMINL 159
Returned from Paris, wise
With rhetoric of the schools,
Also a youth
Of the Alighieri, Dante was his name,
And I much loved this youth, he was so full
Of thoughts of love and sorrow,
So hurning and so loverlike for song.
And something like a healing influence passed
Out of his heart to mine,
That seemed shut up in me; for the exceeding
And too much sweetness hid
Sometimes within the song moved him to weep
Silently, silent tears.
And seeing his weeping, I too wept with him.
[ffer e7jesfill with tears and her voice trembles.]
Francesca.
You wept?
Paolo.
Francesca!
Fbancesca.
Wept? Ah, Paolo mine.
Blessed be he that taught your heart such tears,
Such tears! I will pray always for his peace.
For now I see you, now 1 see you again
As you were then, sweet friend.
The grace has come with healing to my eyes.
[ Slie ajipcars tix if transfigured with ]>erfectjoy.
YVith a slowniovcnicnt she takes the garland
from her head and lays it on the open book
beside her].
Paoi.o.
Why do you take ihe garland from your head?
160 FRANCESCA DA BIMINt
Francesca.
Because it was not you who gave it me.
I gave you once a rose
From that sarcophagus.
But now, poor flowers, I feel
Your freshness is all spent!
[Paolo rises, and goes up to the reading desk
and touches the violets.]
Paolo.
'Tis true! Do you remember? on that night
Of fire and blood, you asked of me the gift
Of a fair helmet; and I gave it you:
'Twas finely tempered.
The steel aud gold of it have never known
What rust is, soiling. And you let it fall.
Do you remember?
I picked it up, and I have held it dear
As a king's crown.
Since then, when I have set it on my head,
I feel twice bold, and there is not a thought
Within my heart that is not as a flame.
[He bends over the hook.\
Ah, listen, the first words that meet my eye^
'• Made richer by that gift than had you given
him
The gift of all the world."
What book is this?
Fbancesca.
The famous history
Of Lancelot of the Lake.
[She rises and goes over to the reading-desk.]
fRANCESCA DA BUtlNI. 161
Paolo.
And have you read
The book all tbroush?
Fkancesca.
I have but
Come in my reading to this point.
Paolo.
To where?
Here, where the mark is?
[He reads.\
" but you ask of me
Nothing " Will you go on?
Francksca.
Look how the sea is growing white with light!
Paolo.
Will you not read the page with me, Francesca?
Fhancksca.
Look yonder, how a flight
Of swallows comes, and coming sets a shadow
On the white sea!
Paolo.
Will you not read, Francesca?
FRANCE.SCA.
And there in one sail, and so red it seems
Like fire.
Paolo
[Beading].
'* * Assuredly, my lady ' says
Thereat Galeotto, ' he is not so hot,
lie does not ask you any single thing
For love of you, borauso he fears, but I
Make suit toyuu for him; and know that I
102 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Had never asked it of you, but that you
Were better off for it, seeing it is
The richest treasure you shall ever compass.'
Whereat says she "
[Paolo draws Francesca gently by the hand.]
But now, will you not read
What she says ? Will you not be Guenevere?
See now how sweet they are.
Your violets
That you have cast away ! Come, read a little.
[Their heads lean together over the book.]
Francesca
[Reading].
" Whereat says she : ' This know I well, and I
Will do whatever thing you ask of me.'
And Galeotto answers her: ' Much thanks,
Lady! I ask you that you give to him
Your love ' "
[She stops.]
Paolo.
But read on.
Francesca.
No, I cannot see
The words.
Paolo.
Bead on. It says : " Assuredly "
Francesca.
" ' Assuredly,' says she, ' I promise it.
But let hira be mine own and I all his.
And let there be set straight all crooked things
And evil ' " Enough, Paolo.
FBANCESCA DA UIMIXI. 163
Paolo
[Reading : hoarsely and tremulously.]
"•Lady!' says be, 'much thanks, but kiss hi in
then.
Now, anil before my face, for a beginning
Of a true love '" You, you! what does
she say ?
Now, what does she say? Here.
[Their white faces lean over the book, until their
cheeks almost touch.]
Francesca
[Readiny].
" Says she : ' For what
Shall I be then entreated. But I will it
More than he wills it . . . ' "
Paolo
[Folloxoinc/ brokenly].
"And they draw apart
And the queen looks on him and sees that he
Cannot take heart on liini U> do aught more.
Thereat she takes him by the chin, and slowly
Kisses him on the mouth "
[He makes the same movement towards Fiian-
CESCA, and kisses her. As their mouths
separate, Fkancesca staggers and falls back
on the cushions.]
Fuancesca
[Faintly].
No, Paolo!
ACT IV.
An octagonal hall, of gray stone, with Jive of its
sides in perspective. High up, on the bare stone,
is a frieze of unicorns on a gold background.
On the wall at the back is a large window with
glass panes, looking out on the mountain, fur-
nished with benches in the recess. On the wall
at right angles to it, on the right, is a grated
door leading to the subterranean prison. Against
the opposite wall, to the left, is a long toooden
seat ivith a high back, in front of lohich is a long
narrow table laid with fruit and wine. In each
of the other two sides facing, is a door; the left,
near the table, leads to the room of Francesca,
the right to the corridor and stairs. All round
are placed torchbearers of iron; on brackets are
hung shoulder-belts, waist-belts, quivers, and
different portions of armour ; pikes, lances, hal-
berds, spears, axes, balistas lean against them.
[Francesca is seated at the window, and Ma-
LATESTiNO Stands at her feet.]
Francesca.
You would be justicer, Malatestino !
Your cradle, of a surety, was hewn out
FRANCESCA DA RIMIjSfl. 165
From some old tiee-truuk by a savage axe
That had cut many heads off before then.
Malatestino
[laughs convulsively].
Kinswoman, do I fright you?
And should I please you better
If 1 had had my cradle in the rose
Of a calm lute?
Francesca.
You are a cruel boy to take revenge
Upon a falcon !
Why did you kill him, if you held him dear?
Malatestino.
Merely for justice' sake.
See, I had let him loose upon a crane,
The crane went up, the falcon followed him
And went up far above him, and under him
Saw a young eagle flying, and he took him
And struck him to the ground, and held him so
Till he had killed him.
I ran to take him, thinking him the crane,
But found it was an eagle.
Then I was angry, and struck off the head
Of the fair falcon who had killed his lord.
Fkaxcesca.
It was a foolish deed.
Malatestixo.
I5ut lie had killed
His lord. I did but justice.
Francesca.
It was a wicked folly, Malatestino.
166 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Malatestino.
The fool shall pass, and with the fool his folly,
Aud the time passes, but not every time.
Fkancesca.
Why do you speak so strangely?
You are athirst for blood
Always, always at watch,
The enemy of all things. In all your words
There is a secret menace ;
Like a wild beast you bite
And tear and claw whatever comes your way.
Where were you born? Your mother gave you
milk
As to another? And you are so young!
The down is scarcely shadowed on your cheek.
Malats:stino
[With sudden violence].
You are a goad to me,
The thought of you is like a goad to me,
Always. You are my wrath.
[Fkancesca rises and moves aioay from the
loindow, as if to escape from a snare. She
stands near the wall against which arms are
heaped up.}
Fkancesca.
Malatestino, enough ! Have you no shame?
Your brother will be here.
Malatestino
[following her].
You strain me like a bow,
That vibrates in an hour
A thousand times, and piei'ces at a venture.
FRAXCESCA DA lllMINI. 167
Tour baud is terrible,
That holds my force in it,
And casts it out to wound where it has flown.
I fly you, and you follow.
You are with me suddenly,
Like a sharp storm of rain,
In the fields and on the ways,
When I go out
Against the enemy.
I breathe you when I breathe the dust of battles.
The cloud that rises from the trampled earth
Takes on your very form.
And you live and breathe and you dissolve again
Under the pawing of the panting horses
In the tracks that redden and fill up with blood.
I will clasp you, I will clasp you now at last!
[Fkancesca retreats along the wall until she
comes to the grated door.}
Fkancesca.
You do not touch me, madman, or I call
Your brother! Get you gone. I pity you.
You are a boy. If you would not be whipped.
Get you gone. You are a boy,
A wicked boy.
M.\.LATESTlNO.
Whom would you call?
Fkancesca.
Your brother.
Malatestino.
Which?
[Fkancesca starts, hear'mu a cry rise up from
heiov:, iJiroinih the door against mhieh she ia
standing.]
168 FBANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Francesca.
Who ci-ied there? Did you not hear it?
Malatestino.
One
Who has to die.
Francesca.
Montagna
DeiParcitadi?
[Another cry comes from the prison.]
Malatestino.
I too will say : Enough !
Enough, Francesca, to-day you seal your fate.
Francesca.
Ah, now I cannot hear him; but at night
He howls, howls like a wolf;
Ilis crying rises to me in my room.
What have you done to him?
Have you put him to the torture?
Malatestino.
Listen to me. Giovanni
Sets out at Vespers for the Podesteria
Of Pesaro. You have prepared for him
Food for the journey.
[Hepoints to the table.\
Listen. I can give him
Food for another journey.
Francesca.
What do you mean?
Malatestino.
Look well at me. I can still see with one.
FBANCESCA DA RIMINI. 169
FlIANCESCA.
What do you mean? You tlireaten me? You
net
Some treachery against your brother.
Malatestino.
Treachery?
I would have thought, kinswoman, that such a
word
Had burnt your tongue ; I see
Your lips are scathless, though
A little paler. I but spoke at random.
My judgment was at fault. Only I say
This one time more ....
{The crying of the Prisoner is again heard-l
FUANCESCA
\Tremblin<j loith horrorl.
How he cries! How he cries!
Who tortures him, or what new agony
Have you found out for him?
Have you walled him up alive? Will he cry so
All his life long? Go, put an end to it,
And take him from his torture.
I will not hear his crying any more.
Malatestino.
Well, I will go. I will see that you shall have
A quiet night and an untroubled sleep.
Because to-morrow you must sleep alone.
While my good brotlier rides to Pesaro.
[He goes up to the wall and chooses an axe from
among the vjeapons piled up against it.]
Fkancesca.
What are you doing?
110 FLANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Malatestino.
I?
I would be justicer,
And by your wish and will,
Kinswoman.
yile exaininca the blade of the xoeapon; then un-
bolts the barred door, which opens upon
black darkness.]
Fkanc'esca.
You are going to kill him? Ah,
Wild beast, but you have lived too long, I think,
Since I bound up your wound for you, and you
Raved at your father. Still I hear you. Then
You bit the hand that gave you medicine.
Cared for you in your sickness, soothed your
pain.
Accursed be the hour in which I bent
Over your pillow to give ease to you!
Malatestino.
Francesca, listen, Francesca: even so sure
As death is in the point of this good weapon
I hold here in my hand, so sure is life
In that one word
You still may say to me.
Full-blooded life, do you not understand?
And full of winds, and full of conquering days.
[Francesca replies slowly, in an equable voice,
ns in a momentary respite from horror and
anxiety.]
Francesca.
What is the word? Who is there that could say
it?
You live in a loud noise,
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 171
But where I live is silence. The prisoner
Is not so far and lonely
As you are far and lonely, O poor blind
Slaughterman, drunk with shoutings, and with
blows !
But fate is very silent.
Malatestino.
Ah, if you could but see the countenance
Of the overhanging fate!
There is a wretched knot within my head,
A knot of thoughts like pent-up lightnings: soon
They will break out. But listen,
Listen! If your hand will but touch my hand,
If your hair will lean over me again,
Over my fever, and . . .
[^1 more prolonged cry is heard from below.]
Francesca.
horror! horror!
[She moves hdck to the embrasure of the vnndow,
alts down, and puis her elbows on her knees,
and her head between her hands. ]
Malatestino
[Lnokinf/ aside at her].
Tliis slftiU be from you.
[I la takes down a torch, puts the axe on the
ground, takes the steel, strikes it, and lights
the torch, while he speaks. |
1 go. Von will not hoar him any more.
I will see that you sliall have
A quiet night and an untroubled sleep,
And 1 will give my father quiet too;
172 FRANC ESC A DA RIMINI.
He feai's his flight. And I would have Gio-
vanni
In passing by Gradara, give him this
Most certain token.
O kinswoman, good vespers!
Fbancesca remains motionless as if hearing
nothing.
He picks up the weapon and goes into the
darkness ivith his silent cat-like step, hold-
ing the lighted torch in his left hand. The
little door remains open. Francesca rises
and watches the light fade away in the open-
ing ; suddenly she runs to the door, and stops,
shuddering. The barred door grates in the
silence. She turns, and moves away with
slow steps, her head bent, as if under a
heavy weight.]
Francesca
[In a low voice, to herself].
And an untroubled sleep!
[Through the great door on the right is heard
the ^.arsh voice of Gianciotto. Francesca
stops suddenly.]
Giovanni.
Look you for Messer Paolo my brother,
And tell him I set out for Pesaro
In an hour's time from now,
And that I wait him.
[He enters fully armed. Seeing his wife, he
goes up to her.]
Ah my dear lady, you are waiting me!
Why do you tremble, why are you so pale?
[He takes her hands.]
FBANCESCA DA EIMIXI. 173
And you are cold too, cold as if with fear.
But why?
Francesca.
Malatestino
Had scarcely entered when I heard again
The crying of the prisoner,
Who cries these many days so horribly
Out of the earth; and, seeing me distraught,
Flamed into anger and went suddenly
Down to the prison by the door there, armed
With a great axe, saying that he would kill him,
Against the express commandments of his father
That fretted him too much.
Cruel he is, your brother, my good lord,
And does nut love me.
GlA_>fCIOTTO.
Do not tremble, lady.
Where has your valiance gone? But now you
were
Fearless among the fighters,
And saw men fall witli arrows in their throats,
And flung about the Greek fire in your hands.
Wliy does the life then of an enemy
So greatly trouble you? and a cry affright you,
Or an axe brandished?
Fkancesca.
To fight in battle is a lovely thing,
But secret slaying in the dark I hate.
GlANflOTTO.
Malatestino tired of keeping watch
Sf» long, and so long waiting for the ransom
That the old Parcitade would not pay,
1T4 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
The old foul miser that in taking flight
Took with him certain rights and privileges
Of the Commune at Rimino . . . But why
Do you say he does not love you?
Fbancesca.
I do not know. It seems so.
GlANCIOTTO.
Is he unkind with you?
Fkancesca.
He is a boy, and like
Young mastiffs, he must bite. But come, my
lord,
Take food and drink
Before you go your journey.
GlANCIOTTO.
But perhaps
Malatestino . . .
Fbancesca.
Come, why do you think
Of what I said but lightly? " Heart of metal,
Tough liver : " I remember your own word.
And when you said it. He will love his horse
Until the horse falls sick;
His armour, till the steel begins to wear.
I have no mind to trouble you with him,
My lord. 'Tis almost vespers.
Come, here is food and drink. Do you mean to
go
The way of the seashore?
[GlANCIOTTO is moody, while he follows Fban-
cesca tovmrds the spread table. lie takes
off his basnet, unclasps his gorget , and gives
FRANCESCA DA lilMINL 175
them to his wife, who sets them down on a
seat, with sudden graceful movements, talk-
iny raixidly].
You will have all the freshness of the night.
It is September, and the uij^hts are soft;
Just before midnight the moon rises. When
Do you reach Pesaro,
Messere il Podesta?
GlANCIOTTO.
To-morrow at the third hour,
For I must staj' a little with my father
In passing through Gradara.
[He unbuckles his sword-belt and gives it to his ivife.]
Francesca.
Is it for long that you must stay at Pesaro,
Before you come again?
[The terrible cry of Montagna is heard from
below. Fkancesc'A shudders, and lets fall
the sword, which slijisfroin its scabbard-]
GlANCIOTTO.
It is done now.
Do not be frightened, lady. There will be
Nothing but silence now. May fJod so take
The heads of all our enemies! From this forth
There shall no wind root into Rimino
Tliis evil seed l)etween the stones of it.
And may God scatter it out of all Itomagna
In this mo.st bloody year, if it so be
He wills to have his holy Kastor held
By the Guclfs of (Jalboli with the (jhibellino
blood
176 FRANC ESC A BA RIMINI.
Of Aldobrandin degli Argogliosi!
[He stoops and picks up the bare blade.\
Pope
Martino is dead and good King Carlo went
Before him into paradise. That's ill!
As for this Pietro di Stefano that Onorio
Sends us for governor,
I doubt him, he's no friend,
He's not a Polentani, not your father's,
Francesca. We shall still have need to keep
Our swords unsheathed, and eyes in all our
swords.
\IIe puts himself on guard, then looks along the
blade from the hilt.]
This is inflexible!
[He puts it back in its scabbard. ]
Francesca.
Give it to me, my lord,
1 will not let it fall -^
Twice over. And sit down, take food and drink.
[He gives her the sword and sits down on the
bench before the table.]
GlANCIOTTO.
Good so, my own dear lady.
I talk of war to you, and now I think
That I have never given you a flower.
Ah, we are hard. I give you arms iu heaps
To hold in those white hands,
Malatestino gave to you at least
A falcon. Paolo gives you
Flowers pei-haps. The Captain of the People
Learnt all the courteous virtues in his Florence,
FRANCESCA DA EIMINI. 177
But left his force upon the banks of Ai-no
And now is more in love with idleness
Than any labour. He is always with
His music-makers.
[He breaks the bread and pours out the wine,
while Francesca sits besides him, at tlie
table, with her hands on the hilt of the sword. ]
But you,
Francesca, love your chamber-music too.
Are not your women ever tired of singing?
Their voices must have covered
The cries of Parcitade,
Surely? You turn the tower
Of the Malatesti
Into a singing wood of nightingales
[£fe eats and drinks.]
Francesca.
I and Samaritana,
My sister, at Ravenna, in our home.
Lived always, always in the midst of singing.
Our mother had indeed a throat of gold.
From our first infancy
Music flowed over us and bont our souls
As the water bends the grass upon the bank.
And our mother said to me :
Sweet singing can put out all harmful things.
GlANCIOTTO.
My mother said to us.
Do you know wliat woman is a j)ropcr woman?
.Slie that in spiiniing tliinks upon the si)indle,
She that in 8])inning spins without a knot.
She that in spinning lets not fall the spindle,
173 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
She tluat winds thread in order about thread,
She that knows when the spindle is full or half-
way.
Francesca.
Then why did you not seek for such a woman,
My lord, through all the country?
[A knocking is heard at the little barred door.
Francesca rises to her feet, drops the sword
on the table and turns to go out.]
Malatestino back !
I will not wait to see him.
The Voice of Malatestino.
Who has shut it?
Kinswoman are you there? Have you shut me
in?
[He kicks at the door.]
GlANCIOTTO.
Wait, wait, and I will open!
The Voice of Malatestino.
Ah, Giovanni!
Open, and I will bring you
A good ripe heavy fruit,
Food for yonr journey:
A ripe September fig.
And how it weighs!
[GlANCIOTTO goes to the door to open it. Fran-
cesca follows ]ds limping steps for some
instants loith her eyes, then moves toioards
the door that leads to her rooms, and goes
out.]
Be quick!
FRANCESCA DA nUflNI. 179
GlANCIOTTO.
Why, here I am.
[He opens the door, and Malatestino appears
in the narrow doorway holding in his left
hand the Uyhted torch, in his right, by a
knotted cord, the head of Montagna
wrapped in a cloth.]
Maxatestino
[Handing the torch to his brother].
Here, brother, put it out.
[Giovanni stamps out the flame under his foot.]
Was not your wife
With you?
GlANCIOTTO
[Roughbj].
She was with me?
What do you want of her?
Malatestino.
Ah, then you know
What fruit it is I am bringing to your table?
GlANCIOTTO.
Did you not fear to disobey our father?
Malatestino.
Feel how it weighs! now feel !
[He hands the bundle to Giovanni, loho weighs
it in his hand, and lets it fall vn thepaveinent
with a dull thud.]
It is yours; it is the head
Of Montagna dei Parcitadi; take it.
It is for your saddle bow.
For you to carry with you to Gadara
And leave it with our father, and say to him:
180 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
"Malatestino sends you
This token, lest you doubt his guardianship,
And pledges you his word
He will not let the prisoner escape ;
And asks you in return
The three foot black white-spotted horse you
said
That you would give him,
With saddle set with gold."
How hot it is!
[He wipes the sweat from his forehead. Gianci-
OTTO has seated himself again at the table.]
I tell you,
When the light struck upon his eyes, he snorted.
As a horse does when it shies. Give me to
drink.
[He drains a cup that stands full. Gianciotto
seems gloomy, and chews in silence, without
swallowing, like an ox ruminating. The
slnijer of MotiTA.G'SA sits wliere Francesca
had been sitting. The blood-stained bundle
lies on the pavement ; through the loindow
can he seen the sun as it sets behind the Apen-
nines, crimsoning the peaks and the clouds.]
You are not wroth with me?
You did not want to have us wait a year
In hopes of ransom from the Perdecittade?
I tell you we should not have had the ransom,
Sure as a florin's yellow.
From this day backwards
The Malatesti never have given quarter,
Since they first cut their teeth.
It is not two months now, at Cesena, our father
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. ISI
Just saved his skiu by a mere miracle
From the clutches of Corrado Montefeltvo,
And the bastard Filipuccio is still liviug!
Heaven bless and save
Frate Alberigo,
Who knows full well the way to spare at once
Both trunk and branches!
It is time now for every Ghibelline
To come to his desert,
As the gay Knight would have us.
[He takes the moord lying across the table, and
strikes the scabbard with his hand.]
And here is the dessert for every feast
Of peace and amity.
Do not be wroth with me,
Giovanni, I am yours.
Are you not called the Lamester
And am I not the One-eyed? . . .
[Ue is silent an instant, deceitfully.]
But Paolo is the Beautiful!
\GtlXiiO\OTTo lifts his head and gazes fixedly at
Malatestino. In the silence is heard the
jingling of his spurs as he moves his foot
restlessly on the floor,]
GlANCIOTTO.
You are a babbler too?
IMalatkstino is (ihont to pour out more wine.
His brother arrests his hand. ]
No, do not drink,
But answer me. What is it you have done
To vex Franf-e.sca?
What have you done to her?
182 FRANCESCA DA RiMiNt
Malatestino.
I! Wbat is it she says?
GlANCIOTTO.
You have changed colour.
Malatestino.
What is it she says?
GlANCIOTTO.
Answer me now !
Malatestino.
[Pretending to be confused.]
I cannot answer you.
GlANCIOTTO.
What do you harbour against her in your mind?
Malatestino
[With a yleani in his eye].
She told you this ? And did she not change
colour
While she was saying it ?
GlANCIOTTO.
Enough, Malatestino!
Look at me in the eyes.
I limp in going, but I go straight before me.
You go a crooked way, and you smooth out
The souud your feet have made. Only, take
heed
I do not set my hand upon you. There
You would writhe your best in vain.
So now I say to you :
Woe to you if you touch ray lady ! You,
You should know, having seen me at the work,
That a less time it is
FRANCE SC A DA RIMINI. ISS
Between the touch of the spur and the first leap
Of the Barbary horse
Than between my saying and doing. Think of it.
Malatestino
[In a low voice, with downcast eye].
And if the brother sees that there is one
That touches of a trutli his brother's wife,
And is incensed at it, and stirs himself
To wipe tlie shame out, does he therefore sin?
And if, for this, he is accused to have
Harboured ill thought i gainst the woman, say:
Is the accusation just?
[GiANCiOTTO sprinr/s up and raises his fists as
if to crush the youth. But he restrai}i,s him-
self, his arms fall.]
GlANCIOTTO
(Malatestino, scourge of hell, if you
Would hnvo, 'ue not put out
The other cy'" by which your blinking soul
Offends the world, speak now.
And tell me what it is that you have seen.
IMalatkstino rises and goes with his silent,
cat-like stcjjs to the door near the table. lie
listens for some instants; then opens the door
suddenly with a siuift movement, and looks.
He sees no one. lie (joes back to his brothtr's
side.
Speak.
Malatkstixo.
Not for thii-ats. Yi»u frighten mo, I say.
Because I wore no visor, I was made
Blind of one eye; but you must wear indoors
184 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Visor and headpiece, cliin-piece, eye-piece, all
Of tempered steel, without a flaw in it!
Ton will see nothing, nothing can come through
The iron-barred approaches to your brain.
GlANC'IOTTO.
Come, come, the thing! None of your talk!
The thing!
Tell me what you have seen! Tell me the man !
Malatestino.
Were you nowise surprised
When some one who had gone away from here
No later than December, suddenly
Gave up his post at Florence
And was already back by February?
[One of the silver cups is heard to crack, as it is
crushed in Gianciotto's hand.]
GlANClOTTO,
Paolo? No, no. It is not.
[He rises, leaves the table, and walks to and fro
in the room, grimly, rvlth overclouded eyes.
He stumbles against the blood-stained bun-
dle. He goes towards the windovi, whose
panes glitter in the light of the setting sun.
He sits down on the window-seat, and takes
his head between his hands, as if to collect
his thoughts. Malatestino plays ivith the
sword, drawing it half in and half out of the
scabbard.]
Malatestino, here !
[The youth comes across to him swiftly, almost
without sound, as if his feet were shod with
felt. Gianciotto enfolds him in his arms,
FRANCESCA DA RnilXI. 185
and holds him tightbj hr.tv;een his armoured
knees, and ipeaks to him breath to breath.]
Are you sure? Have you seen this?
Malatestino.
Yes.
GlANCIOTTO.
How and when?
Malatestiso.
I have seen him often enter . . .
GlANCIOTTO.
Enter where?
Malatestino.
Enter the room.
GlANCIOTTO.
Well? That is not enough.
He is a kinsman. They might talk together.
There are the women . . . You have seen him
With the musicians, it may be . . .
Malatestino.
At night.
For God's sake, do not hurt me! Not so hard !
You have your iron gauntlets. Let me go.
[Ue writhes in his f/rasp.]
GlANCIOTTO.
Have I heard right? You said . . .
Say it again.
Malatestino.
At night,
At night, 1 say, 1 have seen him.
186 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
GlANCIOTTO.
If you should lie, I will break
Your body iu two.
Malatestino.
At night,
I have seen him entei', and go out at dawn.
You were in arms against the Urbinati.
GlANCIOTTO.
I will break you, if you lie.
Malatestino.
Would you like to see and feel ?
GlANCIOTTO.
I must do so.
If you have any will to go alive
Out of these mortal pincers.
Malatestino.
Then, to-night?
GlANCIOTTO.
To-night, then.
Malatestino.
Bnt can you find out the way
To cheat, to smile? Ah, no, you cannot smile.
GlANCIOTTO.
Let my revenge teach me the way to smile,
If my delight could never.
Malatestino.
Can you kiss
Both, one after the other, and not bite
Instead?
GlANCIOTTO.
Yes, I will kiss them, thinking them
Already dead.
FRANCESCA DA BIMINI. 187
Malatkstino.
You must put both your arms
About them, you must talk to them, and not
Tremble.
GlAXCIOTTO.
Ah, you are playing with my sorrow 1
Beware ! it has two edges.
Malatestino.
Do not hurt me,
For God's sake!
GlANCIOTTO.
Good; but tell me how you think:
The way, and speedily.
Malatestino.
You must take your leave,
And go from here, take horse, and by the gate
Of San Genesio with all your escort
Set out for Pesaro. I will come with you.
You will say you arc wroth with me
For the Parcitade's head's sake, and desire
To take me to our father at Gradara,
That he may punish me or pardon me.
So they will think
That they are left alone. Do you understand?
Then, half-way througli the night,
We will leave the escort, and come back again,
And enter by the gate of the Gattolo
Before the moon is up. Wo will give the signal
To Rizio. But let me dispose of that.
Saddle your swiftest horse, and take with you
A little linen
To bind about his hoofs, in case of need,
188 FBANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Because at night the stones
Upon the noisy way
May well be traitors, brother.
GlANCIOTTO.
Then shall I see?
You are sure? Then I shall take them in the
4X0 U • • • •
Malatestino.
Not so hard! Now I think,
There is the slave, there is the Cyprian
slave ....
She is their go-between.
Sly is she, works with charms ....
I have seen her as she goes
Snuffing the wind. ... I must find a way to
lead her
Into a snare, and blindfold her. But this,
Leave this to me: you need not think of any-
thing
Till you are at the door.
GlANCIOTTO.
On your life now, shall I take them in the act?
Malatestino.
Enough of this, by God !
Let me go, now, let me go! I am not
Tour pre J'.
{Through the door is heard the voice 0/ Paolo.]
Paolo
\Outside\. \
Where is Giovanni?
[GlANCIOTTO lets Malatestino go, and rises
with a ivhiteface.]
FRANCESCA DA BIMINI. 189
Malatestino.
Look to it now,
Look to it; no suspicion!
[As Paolo oijens the door and enters, Malates-
Tixo pretewcZs to be angry loith GiANCi-
OTTC]
Ah, at last
You have let me go!
[lie pretends to suffer in Ms wrists.]
By God, it is well for you
You were born my elder brother, otherwise. . . .
Ah, Paolo, well met!
[Paolo wears a long rich surtout falling below
his knees nearly to the ankle, girt at the
waist by a jewelled belt through tohich in
thrust a beautiful damascened dagger. ITis
curled hair, not parted, but vmving in a
mass, surrounds his face like a cloud.]
Paolo.
What is the matter?
Malatestino.
See,
Giovanni is cnrageA
Because I have lost all patience at the last
And have struck dumb Montagna, bein<^ weary
Of Hstcniiij^ to liis cries ( Franccsca t()o
Could get no sleep) and weary too of hearing
My father say twice over,
By word of mouth and message;
"Will you keep watch on him?
Are you sure you can keep watch?
I know he will escape;
190 FRANC ESC A DA RIMINI.
I know that you will let him go, and then,
When he has gone, you will not bring him
back!"
By God, I was tired of it. There is his head.
Paolo.
Tou cut it off yourself ?
Malatestino.
Yes, I myself,
And neatly.
[Paolo looks at the bundle, but draws back so
as not to stain himself with the dripping
blood.]
Ah, you draw back, it seems
You fear to stain your garments?
I did not know I had
Two sisters, both so dainty !
GlANCIOTTO.
Enough of jesting! Paolo,
I have to take him with me to Gradara,
To our father; he must plead
His cause himself.
For disobeying. What do you say to it ?
Paolo.
I say that it is well for him to go,
Giovanni.
Malatestino.
I am content.
But I must bear the token ;
I will hang it to my saddle: that is staunch.
[He takes up the bundle by the cord.]
I have no fear our father will be angry.
He will be filled with joy,
PEANCESCA DA HlMINt. 191
I tell you, when the knots are all untied.
And he will give me the hlack horse for war,
And maybe the grey jennet for the chase.
GlANCIOTTO.
Get ready then, and without lingering,
It is already evening.
[Malatestino takes up the bundle to carry it
aioay.]
Paolo
[To GlOVANXl].
I see your men are armed at front and back.
And wait the clarion.
[The two brothertt r/o towards the window lit up
by the sunsfit, and sit down.]
Malatestino
[Goiny].
Ah, but how heavy! and without a helmet!
The Parcitadi always were gross oxen,
Fatted for slaughtering, great horned heads.
Ah, Paozzo, where you go
You leave behind a scent of orange-water.
Take care, a drop may drip upon your clothes.
[He goes out.]
Paolo.
He is all teeth and claws, ready for biting.
Our men at arms usfd once
To say he always slept with one eye closed
And one eye open, even in his sleep.
Now I believe he never sleeps at all.
Nor slacks the sinews of his cruelty.
He was made to conquer lands, and die some
day
102 FRANCESCA DA lUMINI.
Of extreme cold, God keep him, our good
brother!
So you are Podesta of Pesaro !
Our father from Gradara scans the hill
Of Pesaro as if he watched his prey.
You, with your strength and wisdom,
Should give it to him soon,
Giovanni.
GlANCIOTTO.
It is not a year yet since
You went to Florence, Captain of the People,
And now I go as Podesta Not long
You stayed at Florence. I shall stay there long,
Because it is not well for me to yield
The office to another. Yet to leave
Francesca for so long,
Goes to my heart a little.
Paolo.
You can come back again from time to time,
Pesaro is not far.
GlANCIOTTO.
The Podesta is not allowed to leave
His post, so long as lasts
His office, as you know, nor bring with him
His wife. But I will leave her in your care.
Brother, my most dear wife; you will be here.
Paolo.
I have held her always
As a dear sister might be held.
GlANCIOTTO.
I know,
Paolo.
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Paolo.
Be very sure
That I will guard her for you well.
GlAXCIOTTO.
I know,
Paolo. You from Ravenna
Brought her a virgin to your brother's bed
And you will keep her for me from all harm.
Paolo.
I will tell Orabile
To leave Ghaggiolo and come
To Rimino to keep her company.
GlANCIOTTO.
See that they love each other, Paolo,
For they are kinswomen.
Paolo.
Francesca often
Sends gifts to her.
GlANCIOTTO.
Go, call her. It is late.
The sun has set, and I shall have to rest
A little at Gradara,
And yet be at the gates
Of Pesaro before the third hour. Go,
Go you yourself and call her. She has gone
Back to her room, because Malatestino
Frighted her with his cruelty. Go you,
CV)tnfort her, toll lior not to be afraid
Of being left alone, and call her here.
[He r'lHon and putu his hand lUjhtly on hin
hroUiPr' H nhouhlcr as ift.oiirfif hhn. Paolo
yoeH lowardn the door. Giovanni ulanda
194 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
motionless, and follow hhn ivlth murdcrotts
eyes. As he goes out, Giovanni stretches
out his hand as if to swear an oath. Then
he moves towards the table, and takes up the
cracked cup, wishing to hide it. He turns,
sees the little barred door still open, throws
the cup into the darkness, and closes the
door. At the other door Francesca ap-
pears by the side of Paolo. J
Francesca.
Pardon me, my dear lord,
If I have left you hastily. You know
The reason.
GlANCIOTTO.
My dear lady, I know well
The reason, and I am sorry
That you have had to suffer by the fault
Of this sad brother. And I go to see
Both to your peace and to his punishmentj
For I intend to take him to our father,
For judgment at Gradara. He prepares
Already to set forth. Within a little
We shall have left the city.
Francesca.
He will bear
Ill-will against me, if you should accuse him
Before his father. Pardon him, I pray.
He is a boy.
GlANCIOTTO.
Yet, lady, it is better,
For your sake, that he comes with me. I leave
Paolo with you. Trust Paolo. His Orabile
FRANC ESC A DA RIMINI. 195
Will come to stay with you at Rimino,
And keep you company: he promises.
Often from Pesaro
I mean to send you messages, and hope
Often to have the like from Rimino.
Francesca.
Surely, my lord. You need not fear for me.
GlANCIOTTO.
Put every trouble freely from your mind,
Let songs and music give you joy, and have
Beautiful robes, and lovely odours. Not
To Guido's daughter suits the spinning wheel.
I know it. And I say
My mother's saying but to make you smile.
You are not angry with me?
Francesca.
In your saying
There seems to lie secret rebuke for me,
My lord.
GlANCIOTTO.
A good old saying, that was born
Within the dark walls of Verrucchio,
That now are grown too narrow to hem in
The Malatesi in our house to-day.
If any spin, they spin
Only the purple, and with golden distaffs.
Come to my arms, my most dear lady!
(Francesca goen up to him; he takes her in
hiK arniH and kisufs her. Paolo stands si-
Itiit in the doorway.]
Now
I have to say farewell. Never so fair
196 FBANCE8CA DA RIMINI.
Tou seemed to me, never so sweet. And yet
I leave you.
[He smooths her hair roith his hand; then looses
her. ]
O, my brother,
Keep her in safety and heaven keep you both.
Come, and pledge faith with me.
[Paolo goes up to him, and they embrace.']
Where is my gorget?
Fbancesca.
Here it is.
[She gives it to him.]
GlANCIOTTO
[Putting it on].
Paolo, buckle it for me.
[Paolo buckles it on. Francesca hands him
the basnet.]
Do you remember, brother.
That night before the Mastra Tower, that bolt
Out of a crossbow? You,
Francesca, do you remember?
It was at just this hour.
Cignatta was killed then. To-day Montagna
Joins him. 'Tisnot a year.
The house is silent now ; then, all the towers
Were crackling to the sky.
[Francesca takes the sword from the table and
buckles his sword-belt.]
Francesca, do you i-emember? Then you gave
us
FRANCESCA DA ItlMINI. 197
Wine, Scian wine, to drink. We drank togetlier
Out of one cup.
[ He is fu I ly a r m ed.\
Now let me drink again !
Fkancesca.
One of the cups is missing. There were two.
Where is the other?
[iSViC looks to see if it hasfallen.]
GlANCIOTTO.
One will do for us
Still.
[He pours out the wine and offers it to Fkan-
cesca.]
And good luck God give you!
Fbancesca.
I cannot drink
This wine, my lord. I am not used to it.
GlANCIOTTO.
Drink as you drank then, and pass on the cup
That your kinsman may drink also, as he drank
then
JFuancksca drinks and offers the cup to
Paoi.o, rnho Uikes it.]
Paolo.
Good luck to tlic Podesta of Pesaro!
[He drinks throuiiiKj hack his curled head.
Through the door is heard the voice of
Malatksttno, who throws open the door,
and uitpears in full armour. From the
court ii heard the sound of bwjles.]
Mai.atestino.
Kcady, Giovanni? Hark, the clarion!
To horse i To horse!
,1
ACT V.
The room with the curtained alcove, the musicians'
gallery, the lectern with the book closed. Four
waxen torches burn in the iron candlestick ; two
tapers on the small table. The compartments of
the long loindow are almost all open to the peaceful
night air. The pot of basil is on the window-sill,
and beside it is a gilt plate heaped with bunches of
early grapes.
[Francesca is seen through the half-drawn cur-
tains of the alcove, lying on the bed, on which
she has laid herself without undressing.
The Women, who xoear white fillets, are
seated on low stools ; they speak quietly,
so as not to disturb their mistress. Near
them, on a stool, are laid five silver lamps,
which have gone out.]
Adonella.
She has fallen asleep. She dreams.
[BiANCOFiORE rises and goes softly up to the
alcove, looks, then turns, and goes back to
her seat]
BlANCOFIORE.
How beautiful she is!
Altichiara.
Summer is come; she grows
In beauty with the summer.
FEANCESCA DA EIMINI. 199
Alda,
Like ears of corn.
Gabsenda.
And like
Poppies.
BlANCOFIOBE.
O, beautiful
Summer, go not away !
The nights begin to grow a little cool.
Do you feel the breeze ?
Alda.
It comes
From the sea. Oh, the delight!
[ With her face to the windoio, she draws in a long
breath\
Adoneli-a.
Lord Autumn comes our way
With grass and figs in his lap.
BlANCOFIORE.
September! Grape and fig begin to droop.
Alticiiiaka
[Poinliny to the plate].
Here, Adonella, take
A bunch of grapes to strip.
AdON'ELLA.
You are too greedy.
Altickiara.
Come, come, your mouth is watering for them.
[Adoneli.a taken a bunch of (/rapes from (he
plate, and goes hark to her seat, holding the
bunch in the air, while the others strip it of
its grapes. ]
200 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
BlANCOFIORE.
It is like sweet muscutel.
Alda.
Don't throw away the skin!
Altichiara.
It is all good to eat, kernel and skin.
Garsenda.
Here is a bitter kernel.
BlANCOFIORE.
Grown on the shady side.
Adonella.
How still it is !
Alda.
How tranquil!
Garsenda.
Listen ! I hear a galley
Weigh anchor.
BlANCOFIORE.
For to-night
Madonna has no singing.
Altichiara.
She is weary.
Alda.
Why does the prisoner
Cry out no moi-e?
Garsenda,
Messer Malatestino has cut off
His head.
Alda.
Is that the truth ?
FRANCESCA DA RIMIXI. 201
Garsenda.
The truth ; to-day, at Vespers.
Alda.
How do you know?
Garsenda.
Smaragdi told it me,
And had seen him, too.
Tie something huddled in a cloth to his saddle,
When, with Messer Giovanni
He mounted in the court. It was the head,
The prisoner's head.
Adonella.
Where do they carry it?
Altichiaba.
To whom do they carry it?
BlANCOFIOBE.
Now they are riding
By the sea shore,
Under the stars.
They and the murdered
Head !
Adonella.
Where will they have come?
Alda.
They should have come
To hell, and stayed there !
Garsenda.
One can breallio in the house
Now they are here no h)ngi!r.
The lame man and the blind man !
202 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Altichiara.
Hush ! hush! let not Madonna
Hear you.
Garsenda.
She is hardly breathing.
Alda.
Messer Paolo
Is back again?
Altichiara.
Hush !
[Francesca groans in her sleep].
Adonella.
She is wakening.
[Site throws the grape-stalk out of the window.
BiANCOFioRE again rises, and goes up to
the alcove, and looks.]
BlANCOFIORK.
No,
She is not awake; she is crying in her sleep.
Adonella.
She is dreaming.
Alda.
O Garsenda, does she know
The prisoner is not crying any more
Because they have cut his head off?
Garsenda.
Certainly
She knows.
BlANCOFIOKE.
Perhaps she is dreaming of it now.
FBANCESCA DA RIMINI. 203
Adonella.
We must sit up to-uight,
Who knows to what hour?
Alda.
Are you sleepy, Adonella?
Altichiara.
Simonetto, the fifer, is waiting on the stairs!
Adonella.
Who waits for you, then? Suzzo, the falconer,
With lure of pretty leather?
Alda.
Hush ! She is wakening.
BlANXOFIORE.
And did it bleed, Garseuda?
Gaksenda.
Bleed? What?
BlANCOFIOKE.
That buiulle at the saddle-bow?
Gaksknda.
I saw but dimly, for the court was dark.
But til is I know : Smaraj^^ll had to wash
The pavement, there, in the hall.
BlANCOFIORE.
Now they are neariug the Cattolica.
Garsenda.
God keep them far away, and let them never
Find their way back again!
BlANCOFIORE.
Think of the frightened horse
Feeling the dead thing dangle in the night!
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Adonella.
How sweetly the sweet basil smells by niglit!
Altichiaba.
How thick it i^rows; the pot
No longer holds it.
BlANCOFIORE.
You know, Garsenda, tell us
The story of Lisabetta of Messina,
That loved a youth of Pisa, and how her brothers
Killed him in secret, and she found his body
And cut the head away
From off the shoulders, set it in a pot,
And earth with it, and planted
A sprig of basil plant.
And watered it with her tears,
And saw it blossom so, out of her weeping.
Tell us, Garsenda, very quietly
While we are waiting.
[Francesca gives a deeper groan, and turns as
if half stifled on the bed. The Women
shiver. ]
Alda.
Listen,
She is crying in her sleep. It is some bad
dream.
Garsenda.
She is sleeping on her back; the nightmare
weighs
Upon her breast.
Altichiara.
Shall we awake her?
FEANCESCA DA BIMINI. 205
BlANCOFIOKE.
Evil
It is too suddenly
To rouse the heart that sees.
How should we know
What truth she sees revealed?
Adonella.
The Slave interprets all her dreams to her.
[Fkancesca uiters a cry of terror, springs from
the bed, and seems in the act tojlyfrom some
savage pursuit, throwing out her hands as if
to unloose herself from some grasp.]
Francesca.
No, no, it is not I, it is not I!
Ah, ah, they seize me with their teeth! Help!
help!
They snatch my heart. Help, help!
Paolo !
[She shudders, stops, and turns on herself, pale,
and breathing with difficulty, while her
Women surround her in consternation, try-
ing to comfort her.]
Gaksenda.
Madonna, Madonna, we are hei"e, see, see,
We are here, Madonna.
Altichiara.
Do not be afraid !
Adonella.
There is no one here ; there is no one here but we,
Madonna. No one is IiarminK you, Madonna,
206 FBANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Francesca
[Shivering].
What have I said? Did I call?
O God, what have I done?
Alda.
You have had some discomfortable dream,
Madonna.
Garsenda.
Novr it is finished. We are here.
All's quiet.
Francesca.
Is it late?
BlANCOFIORE.
The sweat is standing out upon your forehead.
[She wipes it off.]
Francesca.
Is it night yet ? Garsenda,
Biancofiore, Alda, you are all in white.
Garsenda.
It might perhaps be four hours after midnight,
Madonna.
Francesca.
Have I slept so long ? Smaragdi,
Where is Smaragdi ?
She has not come back yet ?
Biancofiore.
She has not come back.
Francesca.
Why has she not come back?
FBANCESCA DA RIMINI. 207
BlANCOFIORE
When did you seud her,
Madonna?
Francesca.
Are you not mistaken ? Sleep,
Perhaps, deceived you, and you did not see her
When she came in.
Garsenda.
Madonna,
No, none of us closed eyelid;
We watched beside you all the night.
Adonella.
Perhaps
She has come back, and waits, as she is wont
Lying without the door.
Francesca.
Look out and see,
Adonella, see if she is there.
[Adonella draws back the folds of the curtain
opens the door, and looks out.]
Adonella.
Smaragdi!
Smaragdi! There is no answer.
No one is there. It is all dark.
Francesca.
But call,
Call her again.
Adonflla.
Smaragdi!
Francesca.
Take a light.
208 FBANCESCA DA lilMJNI.
[Garsenda takes one of the lamps, lir/hts it at a
taper, and goes lo the door. She and her
companion look a^'ound.]
She should have been here now some time ago.
What harm can have befallen her? God knows
what;
It can be no good thing.
BlANCOFIORE.
You have not yet
Come quite out of the horror of the dream,
Madonna.
Altichiara. ^-^
Breathe the air, the night is fresh,
The night is still.
Francesca.
The moon
Is risen?
Alda.
It must be rising on the hills.
But there is yet no dawn upon the sea.
[Adonella and Garsexda re-enter. One of them
puts out the kmip.]
Francesca
[anxioushj].
Well? Is she there?
Garsenda.
Madonna, there is no one.
Adonella.
Nothing but silence
And darkness everywhere; the whole house
sleeps.
FRANCE SC A DA RIMINI. 209
Garsenda.
We only saw . . ,
[She hesitates.]
Francesca.
You only saw . . . whom did you see?
Garsenda
[hesitating].
Madonna,
Some one was there . . . some one was standing
there,
Leaning against the wall . . .
Still as a statue . . . all alone ... his girdle
Shining . . . Madonna, do not be afraid . . .
[Goes near to her arid lowers her voice.]
It was Messer Paolo !
Francesca
[startled].
O, why?
Adonella.
Madonna
Will have her hair made ready for the night?
Francesca.
No, no, I am not sleepy. I will wait.
BlANCOFIORE.
Her shoes unloosed?
Al.PA.
The perfumes ?
Francesca.
I will wait
A little more. T am no longer sleepy.
I will wait until .Sinarag<li <<>mcs.
210 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Altichiara.
Let me go
And seek her.
Garsenda.
The poor thing is tired perhaps,
At the day's end, and sleeps where she has
dropped.
Perhaps she is lying now
Upon the stairs.
Francesca.
Go, go, and I will read
Till you return. Bring me a taper, Alda.
[Alda takes a taper and fixes it at the head of
the reading-desk.]
Go now. You are all in white !
The Summer is not dead?
When it was evening, did you see the swallows
Begin to fly away?
I was elsewhere,
I was looking on the hills,
When the sun set to-night.
They have not all flown yet, have they ? But
perhaps
To-morrow all the other flocks will follow.
I will go up on the tower, to see them go.
And you will sing me a merry song, men dance
to.
As if 'twere the March calends. Have you still
The flight of swallows painted, as you had ?
Alda.
Yes, Madonna.
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 211
Francesca.
To-morrow at the dance
You will put on
Over these white
Dresses a vest of black.
You will be like
*' The creature of delight."
BlANCOFIORK.
Yes, Madonna.
Francesca.
Go, go !
[She opens the book.]
[Each of the Women takes her silver lamp, which
swings from a cvrved handle. First Adon-
ELLA goes to the tall candlestick, and,
standing on tiptoe, lights her lamp at one
of the torches. She boios, and goes out,
while Francesca follows her with her
eyes.]
Go, too, Adonella!
[Garsenda does the same.]
And you, Garsenda.
(Ai.tichiara does the same.]
And you, too, Altichiara.
[Alda does the same.]
And you, Alda.
[The four have gone out, one by one. BiANO-
FioRE remains, and she also is about to
light her lamp, but as she i.s shorter than the
othfrs, she cannot reach the flame.]
Oh, Biaiicofiore, what a little one!
212 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI
You ■will not ever reach to light your lamp.
You are the gentlest of them. Little dove,
[BiANCOFiORE turns smiling.]
Comel
[BiANCoFiORE goes up to her. Fbancesca ca-
resses her hair.\
It is all of gold. You are, I think,
A little like my sister; you remember her,
Samaritaua?
BlAXCOFIORE.
Yes, indeed, Madonna.
Such sweetness cannot be forgot. I have her
Here, in my heart, with the angels.
Francesca.
She v^^as sweet,
My sister; was she not sweet, Biancofiore?
Ah, if she were but here, if she mi.rht make
Her little bed beside my bed to-night!
If I might hear again
Her little naked feet run to the window,
If I mipht hear her run with naked feet,
My little dove, and say, and say to me:
" Francesca, now the moniing-star is born,
And it has chased away the Pleiades 1"
Biancofiore.
You weep, Madonna.
Francesca.
You tremble, Biancofiore.
She too was frightened of a sudden; I heard
Her heart beat; and she said to me: " O sister.
Listen to me: stay with me still, O stay
With me! we were born here:
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 213
Do not forsake me ! "
And I said to her: " O take me,
And let me be with you,
And let one covering cover usl "
BlAKCOFIORE.
O Madonna,
Your words pierce through my heart,
What melancholy holds you
Still?
Francesca.
No, no, do not weep :
Gentle you are. But come, light your lamp
here.
BlANCOFIORE.
May I not stay with you? May I not sleep
Here, at the foot of the bed?
Francesca.
No, Biancofiore. Light your lamp, and go.
And God go with you. Now Saraaritana,
It may be, is thinking of her sister.
[Biancofiore lights her lamp at the taper, and
bends to kiss Francesca's hand \
Go,
Go, do not weep. Let all sad thouglits go by.
To-morrow you .shall sing to me. Now go.
[Biancofiore turns and walks slowly towardi
the door. As she is going out, Francesca
gives way to her presenliment.]
Tou are not going, Biancofiore?
214 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
BlAXCOFIORE.
No,
I will stay with you, Madonna. Let me stay
At least until Smaragdi has come back.
Fkancesca
[Hesitates an instant].
Go I
BlANCOFIORE.
God keep you, Madonna.
[She goes out, closing the door behind her.]
[L^t alone, Fbancesca makes several steps
towards the door; then stands still, listening.]
Francesca.
And let it be so if it is my fate.
[Goes resolutely up to the door.]
I will call him.
[Hesitates and draws hack.]
He is still there, and he stands
Leaning against the wall;
Still as a statue, all alone; his girdle
Shining in the shadow. Who said that to me?
Who was it? Was it not said long ago?
Within the helmet all the face like fire . . ,
[Visions pass before her soul in a flash.]
He is silent, and the lances
Of the spearmen round him.
He stands, and the arrow whistles through his
hair.
He is cleansed from the pollution of the guile.
He drains the long draught, throwing back his
head.
FRANCESCA DA RUIINI. 215
Ah, now all's gone again I
The enemy holds fast
The secret and the sword.
" The executioner
I make me of your will."
But iron shall not divide the lips, but flame
Shall not divide the lips.
{She wanders to and fro, wretched and feverish.]
The utmost flame of fire shall not divide them.
[She takes up the silver mirror and looks at her-
self in it.]
silence, and still water, sepulchre,
Pale sepulchre of my facel
What is this voice that says
1 never was more beautiful than now?
" And in the solitude that was on fire
With your eyes, I have lived
With so swift energy.
Travailing secretly " . . . .
One voice alone cries out
On the topmost of my heart,
And all the blood flies .... Ah!
\ She starts, hearing a light knocking at the door.
She puts down the mirror, blows out the taper
with a breath, goes to the door, tottering, and
calls, in a low voice.]
Smaragdi! Smaragdi!
Paolo
[Voice heard].
Francesca!
[She flings the door open vehemently. With a
craving as of thirst fhe throws herself into the
arms of her lover, j
216 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Francesca.
Paolo! Paolo!
\He is dressed as at Vespers ; his head is bare.}
Paolo,
Life of my life, never was my desire
So ardent for you. In my heart I felt
A dying down
Of the bright spirits that live within your eyes.
My forces ebbed away into the night,
Out of my breast, a flood
Terrible, clangorous.
And fear took hold upon my soul, as when
In that sealed hour.
You put me to the test, God witnessing.
The test of the arrow.
And raised me there whither although he wills
it
No man returns by willing to return.
Is it not morning, is it not morning yet?
Tlie stars have all gone down into your hair,
Scattered about the confines of the shades,
Where life may never find them !
[He kisses her hair passionately again and again.]
Francesca.
Pardon me,
Pardon me! Faraway
You come before me.
Far off and silent,
With fixed, dry eyeballs, as upon that day
Between the inflexible lances of the fight.
A hard sleep falling on me like a blow
Scattered my soul
As a stem breaks, and then I seemed to lie
FRANC ESC A DA EIMINI. 217
Lost OD the stones. And then there came to
nie
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!
Fkancesca.
Pardon me, pardon me,
Sweet friend i 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.
And this is perfect joy
The passion of the ardour of our life.
[Paolo kisses her insatiably. ]
Paolo.
You shivered?
Francesca.
See, tlie door
Is open, and there passes
The breath of the night. Do you not feel it
too?
This is the hour,
The hour of silence,
218 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
That sheds the dew of night
Upon the manes
Of horses on the roads.
But shut the door.
[Paolo shuts the door.]
Paolo, did you see with your own eyes
The horsemen as they went away?
Paolo.
Yes, yes,
I watched them from the tower, for a long
while
Until the last lance faded
Into the dark, and I could see no more.
Come, come, Francesca! Many hours of glad-
ness
We have before us.
With the wild melody of unknown winds
And the swift ravishment of solitude
In fire, and the violent
River without a goal,
And the immortal thirst;
But now this hour that flies
Fills me with lust to live
A thousand lives.
In the quiver of the air that kisses you,
In the short breath of the sea,
In the fury of the world.
That not one thing
Of all the infinite things
That are in you
Lie hid from me.
And I die not before I have ploughed up
Out of your depths
\
FRANCESCA DA RIMINI. 21i
And relished to its infinite root in you
My perfect joy.
\He draivs her towards the cushions by the windoios.]
. FBAJfCESCA.
I Kiss me upon my eyes, upon my brow,
^ Upon my cheeks, my throat,
J So . . .so . . .
1 Stay, and my wrists, my fingers . . .
I So . . . so . . . And take my soul and pour it
out,
Because the breath of the niglit
Turns back ray soul again
To things of long ago,
And the low voices of the night turn back
My soul to things that were,
And joys enjoyed are they that now weigh
down
My heart, and as you were
I see you still, and not as you shall be,
My fair friend, ray sweet friend.
Paolo.
I will carry you where all things are forgot,
And no more time made slave
Is lord of our desire.
Then shall the day and night
Be minified even as one
Upon the earth as upon one sole pillow;
Then shall the hands of dawn
No more unclasp from one another's holding
Tlie dusky nrms and tlic white arms of them,
Nor yet untwist
The tangles of tlieir hair and veins.
220 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
Fbancesca.
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? From
what
Vineyard of earth were these grapes gathered in?
They have the smell
Of drunkenness and honey,
They are like veins, they are swollen with de-
light,
Fruits of the night! The flaming feet of Love
Shall tread them in the winepress. Give me
your mouth
Again! again!
[Francesca lies back on the cushions, forgetful
of everything. All at once, in the dead si-
lence, a violent shock is heard on the door.
FRANCESCA DA BIMINI. 221
as if some one hurled Jdmself against it. The
lovers start up in terror, and rise to their
feet]
The Voice of Gianciotto.
Francesca, open! Francesca!
[The Woman is petrified with terror. Paolo
looks round the room, puttinfj his hand to
his dagger. He catches sight of the bolt of
the trap-door.]
Paolo
\In a low voice].
Take heart, take heart, Fraucesca! I will get
down
By the way of the trap-door.
Go, go, and open to hira.
But do not tremble.
[He lifts the trap-door. The door seems to qui-
ver at (he repeated blows.]
The Voice of Gianciotto.
Open, Fraucesca, open!
Paolo.
Open to him ! Go now.
1 wait beneath. If he but touches you
Cry out and I am with you.
Go boldly, do not tremble!
\He begins to go down, while the Woman in obe-
dience to him, goes to open the door, totter-
ing.]
The Voice of Gianciotto.
Open! upon your life, Francesca, open!
[The door being opened GiANCiorro, armed, and
covered with dust, rushes furiously into the
222 FRANCESCA DA RIMINI.
room, looking for his brother in every direC'
tion. Suddenly he catches sight of Paolo,
standing head and shoulders above the level of
the floor, struggling to free himself from the
bolt of the trap-door, which has caught in a
corner of Ids cloak. Francesca utters a
piercing cry, while Gianciotto falls upon
hisbrother, seizing him by the hair, and forc-
ing him to come up.
Giaxciotto.
So, you are cau^lit in a trap,
Traitor ! They are good to have you by the hair,
Your ringlets !
Francesca
[rusldng fonvard].
Let him go!
Let him go! Me, take me!
[The husband loosens his hold. Paola springs
up on the other side of the trap-door, and un-
sheathes his dagger. Gianciotto, drawing
back, bares his sword, and rushes upon him
with terrible force. Francesca throws her-
self between the two men; but as her husband
has leant all his weight on the blow, and is un-
able to draw back, her breast is pierced by the
sword, she staggers, turns on herself, towards
Paola, who lets fall his dagger, and catches
her in his arms. \
Francesca
[dying].
Ah, Paolo!
[Gianciotto pauses for an instant. lie sees the
woman clasi>ed in the arms of her lover, who
FRANCESCA DA RUII^^L 220
seals her expiring life with his lips. Mad
with rage and sorrow, he pierces his brother^s
side with another deadly thrust. The two
bodies sway to and fro for an instant without
a sound. Then, still linked together-, they fall
at full length on the pavement. Gtanciotto
stoops in silence, bends his knee with a painfull
effort, and, across the other knee, breaks his
blood-stained sword.\
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