Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . ^! Till in Gods two do meet again. LEPER. In Death ?— We two ; eh ? [Shaking his head he moves to He being merciful, we shall meet,Brother. Remember me ! LEPER. Aye, truly, I am like to remember thee,when my time comes, to die ! If thou die first, mybell shall toll for thee : though it knows not thehour. Tell on ! . . Tell on ! . . Tell on ! [With a dull click of the tongue, he turns and goes. FRANCESCO stands and listens till the sound of his bell dies away. FRANCESCO. O most ra
Little plays of StFrancis; a dramatic cycle from the life and legend of StFrancis of Assisi . ^! Till in Gods two do meet again. LEPER. In Death ?— We two ; eh ? [Shaking his head he moves to He being merciful, we shall meet,Brother. Remember me ! LEPER. Aye, truly, I am like to remember thee,when my time comes, to die ! If thou die first, mybell shall toll for thee : though it knows not thehour. Tell on ! . . Tell on ! . . Tell on ! [With a dull click of the tongue, he turns and goes. FRANCESCO stands and listens till the sound of his bell dies away. FRANCESCO. O most radiant, most gracious, most sweet Lady of Poverty, now at thy hand I have tasted the Body of Christ I CURTAIN 95 PART IITHE FOLLOWING THE CLARE. THE SUN. THE BUILDERS. About the inner walls of asmall ruined chapel standsscaffolding, across which restthe planks of a working plat-form. The floor is litteredwith wood, stones, mortar,and rubble. The sun shinesthrough the wide open doorand uncovered roof, and allthe yellow-plastered wallsgleam with the warm glow of retfleeted light. From aloft comesthe singing of the Builders; tap of trowel and stroke of malletkeep time to the refrain in which two voices join as the scene opens. VOICES OF BUILDERS. O people, good news is to tell ?Ring-a-ding-dong ! Ring-a-ding-dong !The building goes well.\To the open door comes a figure of quaint ugliness,wheeling a rough hand-cart loaded with is juniper. He enters, stands listeningfor a while to the singing overhead, then Hi! Hi! . . Ah ! up in the sky, andcant hear me. I must just leave em. [In heavy, slow-witted fashion he begins to carryin the stones one by [singing in antiphon]. All girt with gold from crown to h
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