Valeria and other poems . r. Valeria. I could dieTo be enshrined in the worlds love would fear nothing, suffer everything. know it, and I trust thee. [Enter Prince Andrea, a bloody sword in his hand.]123 The slanderer! The Prince. He is dead — means this bloody sword? The slandered thee, and so I struck him dead. Who slandered me? Valeria. The Prince,Leone. Valeria. And you killed him? The ! he said you were conspiring here —My wife, my friend ! —conspiring for my is false ! and he is dead. He dared to say it —No man can whispe
Valeria and other poems . r. Valeria. I could dieTo be enshrined in the worlds love would fear nothing, suffer everything. know it, and I trust thee. [Enter Prince Andrea, a bloody sword in his hand.]123 The slanderer! The Prince. He is dead — means this bloody sword? The slandered thee, and so I struck him dead. Who slandered me? Valeria. The Prince,Leone. Valeria. And you killed him? The ! he said you were conspiring here —My wife, my friend ! —conspiring for my is false ! and he is dead. He dared to say it —No man can whisper such a calumnyAnd stand against my sword!—he told me thereThe wine was poisoned— t is a damned lie ! [He suddenly seizes the cup. Valeria makes a motion to arrest him,but he drains it instantly. ] Now is the slander dead, and gone to hell ! [Valeria falls to the ground, and embraces his feet.]124 Valeria. My husband! The , my wife ! that he should say it!What could 1 do but kill him ? \Curtain.\ izs. ACT IV Scene.— Same as Act III. Enter in great excitement Agnolo andFilippo. is the assassin ? Filippo. Who can name him now?The Count Leone had no enemies. Agnolo,I loved him ! I would give this my right handTo know the dastard who has struck him awful days are come again, when hateHides in a dirk and dares not wield a sword;When every friend may be an enemy,And every cup a lurking-place for death. , nevermore ! The king will know the truthAnd punish, as of old. T was I who told him -1 know it by the fury in his told the unhappy lady who should beHis bride to-day. I roused her from her sleep,And told her they had found her lover dead,Wishing that I were buried with my news. lady, did she weep ? Agyiolo. Her eyes were dry,Her face white as a shroud. She said no followed to his bier, where now she clingsMoaning and fondling him. It maddens me ! calm, and trust the king. High in t
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