Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . sthem, first one, then, more slowly, the other. So, farewell, little sister ! . .And farewell, brother ! Stretch out thy wings, and go!Tell her how much I love thee, Lucio. [For a long time he stands looking out into the gathering darkness. Then he steps down, takes his guitar, and sings. As he sings, the empty prison-wall sends hack an echo : and it is thus we hear them. FRANCESCO [with ccho as accompaniment]. Go ! I have given you wings to fly ! {Wings to fly !) [He starts at the sound, and crosses
Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . sthem, first one, then, more slowly, the other. So, farewell, little sister ! . .And farewell, brother ! Stretch out thy wings, and go!Tell her how much I love thee, Lucio. [For a long time he stands looking out into the gathering darkness. Then he steps down, takes his guitar, and sings. As he sings, the empty prison-wall sends hack an echo : and it is thus we hear them. FRANCESCO [with ccho as accompaniment]. Go ! I have given you wings to fly ! {Wings to fly !) [He starts at the sound, and crosses the chamber. What is that voice of sighing and farewell ? {And farewell!)So ! We are alone together, we two, you and I. {You and I.)Brother Wall! {Brother Wall!) Lovers, here we lie. {Here we lie.)Other loves are flown. {Flown.) Here alone we dwell. {We dwell.)Alone ! {Alone !) Not alone ! {Not alone I)You and I! {You and I !)You . . {You) . . and I! . . {and I!) [Ceasing to sing, Francesco stands mazed inhis new discovery; then, very softly, he speaks:Brother Wall 1 88 BRIEF LIFE. Outside the walls of Assist,the rosy light of daivn strikesthe battlements and towers:but the gateway still lies inshadow. From within comesthe sound of feet on thepaved causeway, and a heavyjangling of keys. The gatesslowly open, and one sees anarrow tortuous street, thelower windows of which hereand there show a the Porter emerges he stumbles upon an obstacle and stoopsto examine it. A Travelling Merchant with his head restingon a large pack is what he sees, and the man being where he oughtnot to be, the Porter^ acting not vindictively but officially, kickshim again. PORTER. Here—you ! Get up ! MERCHANT \rousing\. Where am I ? PORTER. In the way. Out of it! MERCHANT. Is this Assisi ? PORTER. Where else should it be ? MERCHANT. I didnt know. Three years havemade a difference. The place has changed. Whathave you got walls for ? PORTER. Safety, of course,rich, it gets to have enemies. MERCH
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