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_ ACT II - SCENE I
Scene 1--Four months later.
[Scene: A garden, near the palace at Fiori. The young Duke
Guido is discovered standing with one foot resting on a
garden-bench, looking off, lost in thought. Enter Giovanni.]
GIO.
That is a merry face you wear, my Guido!
Now that the young King Mario visits the court
And walks all morning in the woods with the Princess,
Or gives her fencing lessons,--upon my word,
You are as gay as a gallows!
GUI.
She is never
Alone with him. Laura--Carlotta--someone
Is always there.
GIO.
Ah--ah--but even so,
No matter who is there, I tell you, lovers
Are always alone!
GUI.
Why do you say these things,
Giovanni?
GIO.
Because I love you, you lean wolf,
And love to watch you snuff the air. My friend,
There was a time I thought it all ambition
With you, a secret itching to be king--
And not so secret, either--an open plot
To marry a girl who will be Queen some morning.
But now at times I wonder. You have a look
As of a man that's nightly gnawed by rats,
The very visage of a man in love.
Is it not so?
GUI.
I do not know, Giovanni.
I know I have a passion in my stomach
So bitter I can taste it on my tongue.
She hates me. And her hatred draws me to her
As the moon draws the tide.
GIO.
You are like a cat--
There never was a woman yet that feared you
And shunned you, but you leapt upon her shoulder!
Well, I'll be off. The prettiest girl in Fiori,--
Unless it be Her Highness, waits for me
By a fountain. All day long she sells blue plums,
And in the evening what she has left of them
She gives to me! You should love simply, Guido,
As I do.
[Exit Giovanni.]
[Guido sits on the bench and drops his head in hand.
Enter Francesca.]
FRA.
[Softly.]
Guido! Guido!
GUI.
Who calls me?
FRA.
Guido!
GUI.
Francesca! Why do you follow me here?
You know I do not wish to see you!
FRA.
Do not be angry.
'Tis half a week since you have spoken to me,
And over a week since you have so much as laid
Your hand upon my arm! And do you think,
Loving you as I do, I can do without you,
Forever, Guido, and make no sign at all?
I know you said you did not wish to see me
Ever again,--but it was only a quarrel--
And we have quarreled before!
GUI.
It was not a quarrel.
I am tired of you, Francesca. You are too soft.
You weep too much.
FRA.
I do not weep the less
For having known you.
GUI. So;--it will save you tears, then
To know me less.
FRA.
Oh, Guido, how your face
Is changed,--I cannot think those are the eyes
That looked into my eyes a month ago!
What's come between us?
GUI.
Nothing has come between us.
It is the simple snapping of a string
Too often played upon.
FRA.
Ah!--but I know
Who snapped it! It will do you little good
To look at her,--she'll never look at you!
GUI.
Be silent a moment!--Unless you would be silent
Longer!
FRA.
Indeed! I shall speak out my mind!
You go beyond yourself! There is proportion
Even in a nature like my own, that's twisted
From too much clinging to a crooked tree!
And this is sure: if you no longer love me,
You shall no longer strike me!
MARIO.
[Off stage.]
Beatrice!
Wait for me! Wait!
BEA.
[Off stage.]
Not I! Who does not run?
As fast as I run, shall be left behind me!
GUI.
They are coming here! I do not wish to see them!
FRA.
Oh, Guido!
[She follows him off. Exeunt Guido and Francesca.]
[Enter Beatrice, running, followed by Mario.]
MAR.
Beatrice, you run like a boy!
You whistle like a boy! And upon my word,
You are the only girl I ever played
At jousting with, that did not hold her sword
As if it were a needle! Which of us,
Think you, when we are married, will be King?
BEA.
When we are married! Sir, I'll have you know
There's an ogre to be tamed, a gem to be pried
From out a dragon's forehead, and three riddles
To be solved, each tighter than the last, before
A Princess may be wed!
MAR.
Even by a King?
BEA.
For Kings the rules are sterner!--One more riddle,
And a mirror that will show her always young.
MAR.
And if I do these things, then, will you have me,
Rose-Red?
BEA.
Maybe. And if you do not do them,
Maybe. Come--I will race you to the bridge!
MAR.
[Catching her hand,]
Nay, not so fast!--Have you no wish to be
Beside me, ever, that you are forever running
Ahead?
BEA.
Indeed, if you would have the truth
It has come into my mind more times than once
It would be sweet to be beside you often.
MAR.
Rose-Red!
BEA.
Come--I will race you to the bridge!
[Exeunt Beatrice and Mario.] _
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