Valeria and other poems . hes, and a , as you love me! You who stay, make your arms a couch. We Ml follow themFar as the spring and dew these secret as a young lily rises upFrom the dull blackness of ancestral earthDoes she escape her fate in these our arms. be the fire-brand in fates hand, perchance. The , or the torch, to scatter healing lightAmong the foul illusions of our time, [Exeunt omnes.] \Curtain.\ 13 1^ Persons of the Play. THE KING. PRINCE ANDREA, son to the King. FLORIMOND, Count of Vancua, friend to the Prince. COUNT LEO
Valeria and other poems . hes, and a , as you love me! You who stay, make your arms a couch. We Ml follow themFar as the spring and dew these secret as a young lily rises upFrom the dull blackness of ancestral earthDoes she escape her fate in these our arms. be the fire-brand in fates hand, perchance. The , or the torch, to scatter healing lightAmong the foul illusions of our time, [Exeunt omnes.] \Curtain.\ 13 1^ Persons of the Play. THE KING. PRINCE ANDREA, son to the King. FLORIMOND, Count of Vancua, friend to the Prince. COUNT LEONE, friend to the Prince. AGNOLO, a courtier. FILIPPO, a courtier. CARDINAL ORTUS. CAPTAIN of the Kings Guard. Courtiers, Guardsmen, Soldiers, Citizens. LIPERATA, sister to the King. TORA, her daughter. PIERA, friend to Tora. OLIVIA. VALERIA, musician and raconteur in the Kings court. Ladies of the Court, Women of the People,AND Dancing Girls. •i Five jyears elapse between the Prologue and the openingof the Plaj>. iL. N ACT I Scene.—The garden of a palace at night. Lights hang in the trees,and beautiful statues, fountains, and flowers are visible. Enterthe old and gray Cardinal Ortus with Florimond, who carriesnegligently a mask and domino. so you think the honor of our houseSleeps in my charge. Cardinal. Say rather dies, my lord. I have been silent till each drop of blood IYour father lost seems like a ghost in arms, 1 And all rise to reproach me. I have watched i While you bedraped that princeling like his his sighs, urging your willing witTo whet his laughter, and have said no wordBecause I thought no scion of your raceCould live long in dishonor. But it seems Red blood is water in your veins. You owe % No fealty to the dead. You have forgotThis king is but a tyrant, who betrayed19 Freedom, and killed your father like a other state in Italy would thusEndure him ? Who, the head of a great house,Would let his fathers blood rot unav
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