Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . here Ere daybreak ! O Francesco ! Didst thou know ? FRANCESCO [wMmsically amused]. No, Lucio, Idid not! But the Moon knew :For she sees further than we do. VOICES [without], Francesco ! Francesco ! FRANCESCO. Heavcn hath been kind to me, Ihave done well;And I shall not be hanged for , Lucio, look ! What a light shines on me !I am moonstruck : there she goes to make my fortune !r shall be Prince ; the world shall hear of me !And for Assisi I will make a name,—For fair Assisi! Enter uberto and th

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Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . here Ere daybreak ! O Francesco ! Didst thou know ? FRANCESCO [wMmsically amused]. No, Lucio, Idid not! But the Moon knew :For she sees further than we do. VOICES [without], Francesco ! Francesco ! FRANCESCO. Heavcn hath been kind to me, Ihave done well;And I shall not be hanged for , Lucio, look ! What a light shines on me !I am moonstruck : there she goes to make my fortune !r shall be Prince ; the world shall hear of me !And for Assisi I will make a name,—For fair Assisi! Enter uberto and the other Revellers. REVELLERS. Franccsco, thou hast saved the city ![FRANCESCO stands for a moment rapt in thedelight of his success. Then takes his instru-ment and O Folly, sweet Folly, to me be kind !Make bright the eyes of the hour that flies !For to wait till the brings a man a trade that has never made any man wise ! [With cheers, the Revellers hoist him to theirshoulders and bear him off. His song diesaway in the distance. 20 FELLOW-PRISONERS. Scene: a prison in door with barred grilleis set in a recess to theright facing the the left, high up in thewall above a stone seat, is agrated window. At one endof a table in the foregroundRiNALDo and Uberto arethrowing dice; at the otherGiovanni and Paolo playchess. RuDOLFO sits apartfrom the rest paring his nails with vindictive relish as though hewere faying an enemy. Other prisoners loiter expectantly at thedoor; some talk through the grille with their gaolers. Lucio sitsunder the window sunk in dejection : over his head hangs a wickercage containing a pair of doves. Francesco reclines beside himand sings to the accompaniment of a guitar. The song is gay anddebonair ; grace-notes abound in it. FRANCESCO. Why should we wish for wings to fly,O Head, O Heart, now you and I Have found a cell which fits us well ?Life is our own : let well alone ! Birds of a feather, do

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