Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . r that beating I have had from thee ?. . Eh ? . . Stand away ! Do not touch me ! . .Given thee. ... So. [Slowly and methodically he pockets the gold,while the three Brothers look on O Lord up in heaven ! Look at thatnow ! [piETRO, having filled his pouch, gets up to Farewell, Father : thou hast done I owe thee nothing—except love. [piETRO says nothing. Turning a look of hatredand malignant triumph on his son, he goes hisway. After a pause, francis, gatherin
Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . r that beating I have had from thee ?. . Eh ? . . Stand away ! Do not touch me ! . .Given thee. ... So. [Slowly and methodically he pockets the gold,while the three Brothers look on O Lord up in heaven ! Look at thatnow ! [piETRO, having filled his pouch, gets up to Farewell, Father : thou hast done I owe thee nothing—except love. [piETRO says nothing. Turning a look of hatredand malignant triumph on his son, he goes hisway. After a pause, francis, gathering histools, prepares to resume work. Suddenly hestarts singing; and the two Brothers, leoand BERNARD, join LITTLE PLAYS OF ST. FRANCIS FRANCIS, LEO, and BERNARD. Upon bare earth I laid my stone ; He set his Tower thereon,And from its top, with trumpets blown,Back into heaven hath gone. [They go up the ladderO people, good news is to tell ?Ring-a-ding-dong ! Ring-a-ding-dong 1The building goes well!JUNIPER. Who ever saw the like of that 1 CURTAIN 124 BROTHER WOLF. Scene: A rocky defile,gloomy and precipitous. Highup in the crevices of the rockgrow juniper bushes and the ground, which is thepebbly bed of a dried torrent,large boulders lie strewn. Tothe right is a deep fissure, orcave, from which trickles asmall stream of water. Be-hind the bushes above, onesees the back of a sheep anda horned head which turns to look, as Giuseppe^ hot and out ofbreath, comes stumbling up the gully from below. He halts, looksright and left, then puts his hands to his mouth and makes thewolfs cry. GIUSEPPE. Wow ! Wow ! . . Wow ! Wow ! BARTOL [from above]. B-a-a ! GIUSEPPE. Hullo, Bartol, where are the rest ? BARTOL. Anywhere, for all I know. Here am I. GIUSEPPE. I ve news for them. [He sits down, pulls a melon from his pouch andstarts slicing it. BARTOL [still wearing his sheep-skin, straddles therock]. Eh ? Where does that come from ? GIUSEPPE. Down yonder : Assisi
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