A Florentine Tragedy - A Fragment Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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GUIDO BARDI A Florentine prince | B |
SIMONE a merchant | C |
BIANNA his wife | D |
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The action takes place at Florence in the early sixteenth century | E |
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The door opens they separate guiltily and the husband enters | A |
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SIMONE My good wife you come slowly were it not better | F |
To run to meet your lord Here take my cloak | G |
Take this pack first 'Tis heavy I have sold nothing | H |
Save a furred robe unto the Cardinal's son | I |
Who hopes to wear it when his father dies | J |
And hopes that will be soon | K |
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But who is this | L |
Why you have here some friend Some kinsman doubtless | M |
Newly returned from foreign lands and fallen | I |
Upon a house without a host to greet him | N |
I crave your pardon kinsman For a house | O |
Lacking a host is but an empty thing | H |
And void of honour a cup without its wine | P |
A scabbard without steel to keep it straight | Q |
A flowerless garden widowed of the sun | I |
Again I crave your pardon my sweet cousin | I |
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BIANCA This is no kinsman and no cousin neither | F |
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SIMONE No kinsman and no cousin You amaze me | E |
Who is it then who with such courtly grace | R |
Deigns to accept our hospitalities | R |
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GUIDO My name is Guido Bardi | Q |
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SIMONE What The son | I |
Of that great Lord of Florence whose dim towers | R |
Like shadows silvered by the wandering moon | K |
I see from out my casement every night | Q |
Sir Guido Bardi you are welcome here | S |
Twice welcome For I trust my honest wife | D |
Most honest if uncomely to the eye | T |
Hath not with foolish chatterings wearied you | U |
As is the wont of women | I |
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GUIDO Your gracious lady | Q |
Whose beauty is a lamp that pales the stars | R |
And robs Diana's quiver of her beams | R |
Has welcomed me with such sweet courtesies | R |
That if it be her pleasure and your own | V |
I will come often to your simple house | R |
And when your business bids you walk abroad | Q |
I will sit here and charm her loneliness | R |
Lest she might sorrow for you overmuch | W |
What say you good Simone | V |
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SIMONE My noble Lord | Q |
You bring me such high honour that my tongue | X |
Like a slave's tongue is tied and cannot say | R |
The word it would Yet not to give you thanks | R |
Were to be too unmannerly So I thank you | U |
From my heart's core | Y |
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It is such things as these | R |
That knit a state together when a Prince | R |
So nobly born and of such fair address | R |
Forgetting unjust Fortune's differences | R |
Comes to an honest burgher's honest home | Z |
As a most honest friend | Q |
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And yet my Lord | Q |
I fear I am too bold Some other night | Q |
We trust that you will come here as a friend | Q |
To night you come to buy my merchandise | R |
Is it not so Silks velvets what you will | A2 |
I doubt not but I have some dainty wares | R |
Will woo your fancy True the hour is late | Q |
But we poor merchants toil both night and day | R |
To make our scanty gains The tolls are high | T |
And every city levies its own toll | B2 |
And prentices are unskilful and wives even | C2 |
Lack sense and cunning though Bianca here | S |
Has brought me a rich customer to night | Q |
Is it not so Bianca But I waste time | D2 |
Where is my pack Where is my pack I say | R |
Open it my good wife Unloose the cords | R |
Kneel down upon the floor You are better so | R |
Nay not that one the other Despatch despatch | W |
Buyers will grow impatient oftentimes | R |
We dare not keep them waiting Ay 'tis that | Q |
Give it to me with care It is most costly | Q |
Touch it with care And now my noble Lord | Q |
Nay pardon I have here a Lucca damask | E2 |
The very web of silver and the roses | R |
So cunningly wrought that they lack perfume merely | Q |
To cheat the wanton sense Touch it my Lord | Q |
Is it not soft as water strong as steel | F2 |
And then the roses Are they not finely woven | I |
I think the hillsides that best love the rose | R |
At Bellosguardo or at Fiesole | F2 |
Throw no such blossoms on the lap of spring | H |
Or if they do their blossoms droop and die | T |
Such is the fate of all the dainty things | R |
That dance in wind and water Nature herself | G2 |
Makes war on her own loveliness and slays | R |
Her children like Medea Nay but my Lord | Q |
Look closer still Why in this damask here | S |
It is summer always and no winter's tooth | H2 |
Will ever blight these blossoms For every ell | F2 |
I paid a piece of gold Red gold and good | Q |
The fruit of careful thrift | Q |
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GUIDO Honest Simone | V |
Enough I pray you I am well content | Q |
To morrow I will send my servant to you | U |
Who will pay twice your price | R |
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SIMONE My generous Prince | R |
I kiss your hands And now I do remember | F |
Another treasure hidden in my house | R |
Which you must see It is a robe of state | Q |
Woven by a Venetian the stuff cut velvet | Q |
The pattern pomegranates each separate seed | Q |
Wrought of a pearl the collar all of pearls | R |
As thick as moths in summer streets at night | Q |
And whiter than the moons that madmen see | R |
Through prison bars at morning A male ruby | R |
Burns like a lighted coal within the clasp | I2 |
The Holy Father has not such a stone | V |
Nor could the Indies show a brother to it | Q |
The brooch itself is of most curious art | Q |
Cellini never made a fairer thing | H |
To please the great Lorenzo You must wear it | Q |
There is none worthier in our city here | S |
And it will suit you well Upon one side | Q |
A slim and horned satyr leaps in gold | Q |
To catch some nymph of silver Upon the other | F |
Stands Silence with a crystal in her hand | Q |
No bigger than the smallest ear of corn | J2 |
That wavers at the passing of a bird | Q |
And yet so cunningly wrought that one would say | R |
It breathed or held its breath | K2 |
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Worthy Bianca | L2 |
Would not this noble and most costly robe | M2 |
Suit young Lord Guido well | F2 |
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Nay but entreat him | N |
He will refuse you nothing though the price | R |
Be as a prince's ransom And your profit | Q |
Shall not be less than mine | P |
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BIANCA Am I your prentice | R |
Why should I chaffer for your velvet robe | M2 |
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GUIDO Nay fair Bianca I will buy the robe | M2 |
And all things that the honest merchant has | R |
I will buy also Princes must be ransomed | Q |
And fortunate are all high lords who fall | F2 |
Into the white hands of so fair a foe | R |
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SIMONE I stand rebuked But you will buy my wares | R |
Will you not buy them Fifty thousand crowns | R |
Would scarce repay me But you my Lord shall have them | N2 |
For forty thousand Is that price too high | T |
Name your own price I have a curious fancy | R |
To see you in this wonder of the loom | O2 |
Amidst the noble ladies of the court | Q |
A flower among flowers | R |
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They say my lord | Q |
These highborn dames do so affect your Grace | R |
That where you go they throng like flies around you | U |
Each seeking for your favour | F |
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I have heard also | R |
Of husbands that wear horns and wear them bravely | R |
A fashion most fantastical | R |
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GUIDO Simone | V |
Your reckless tongue needs curbing and besides | R |
You do forget this gracious lady here | F |
Whose delicate ears are surely not attuned | Q |
To such coarse music | P2 |
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SIMONE True I had forgotten | I |
Nor will offend again Yet my sweet Lord | Q |
You'll buy the robe of state Will you not buy it | Q |
But forty thousand crowns 'tis but a trifle | R |
To one who is Giovanni Bardi's heir | F |
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GUIDO Settle this thing to morrow with my steward | Q |
Antonio Costa He will come to you | U |
And you shall have a hundred thousand crowns | R |
If that will serve your purpose | R |
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SIMONE A hundred thousand | Q |
Said you a hundred thousand Oh be sure | F |
That will for all time and in everything | H |
Make me your debtor Ay from this time forth | Q2 |
My house with everything my house contains | R |
Is yours and only yours | R |
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A hundred thousand | Q |
My brain is dazed I shall be richer far | F |
Than all the other merchants I will buy | T |
Vineyards and lands and gardens Every loom | O2 |
From Milan down to Sicily shall be mine | P |
And mine the pearls that the Arabian seas | R |
Store in their silent caverns | R |
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Generous Prince | R |
This night shall prove the herald of my love | R2 |
Which is so great that whatsoe'er you ask | S2 |
It will not be denied you | U |
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GUIDO What if I asked | Q |
For white Bianca here | F |
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SIMONE You jest my Lord | Q |
She is not worthy of so great a Prince | R |
She is but made to keep the house and spin | C2 |
Is it not so good wife It is so Look | T2 |
Your distaff waits for you Sit down and spin | C2 |
Women should not be idle in their homes | R |
For idle fingers make a thoughtless heart | Q |
Sit down I say | R |
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BIANCA What shall I spin | C2 |
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SIMONE Oh spin | C2 |
Some robe which dyed in purple sorrow might wear | F |
For her own comforting or some long fringed cloth | U2 |
In which a new born and unwelcome babe | V2 |
Might wail unheeded or a dainty sheet | Q |
Which delicately perfumed with sweet herbs | R |
Might serve to wrap a dead man Spin what you will | R |
I care not I | T |
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BIANCA The brittle thread is broken | I |
The dull wheel wearies of its ceaseless round | Q |
The duller distaff sickens of its load | Q |
I will not spin to night | Q |
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SIMONE It matters not | Q |
To morrow you shall spin and every day | R |
Shall find you at your distaff So Lucretia | L2 |
Was found by Tarquin So perchance Lucretia | L2 |
Waited for Tarquin Who knows I have heard | Q |
Strange things about men's wives And now my lord | Q |
What news abroad I heard to day at Pisa | L2 |
That certain of the English merchants there | F |
Would sell their woollens at a lower rate | Q |
Than the just laws allow and have entreated | Q |
The Signory to hear them | N2 |
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Is this well | R |
Should merchant be to merchant as a wolf | W2 |
And should the stranger living in our land | Q |
Seek by enforced privilege or craft | Q |
To rob us of our profits | R |
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GUIDO What should I do | Q |
With merchants or their profits Shall I go | R |
And wrangle with the Signory on your count | Q |
And wear the gown in which you buy from fools | R |
Or sell to sillier bidders Honest Simone | V |
Wool selling or wool gathering is for you | Q |
My wits have other quarries | R |
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BIANCA Noble Lord | Q |
I pray you pardon my good husband here | F |
His soul stands ever in the market place | R |
And his heart beats but at the price of wool | R |
Yet he is honest in his common way | R |
To Simone | V |
And you have you no shame A gracious Prince | R |
Comes to our house and you must weary him | N |
With most misplaced assurance Ask his pardon | I |
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SIMONE I ask it humbly We will talk to night | Q |
Of other things I hear the Holy Father | F |
Has sent a letter to the King of France | R |
Bidding him cross that shield of snow the Alps | R |
And make a peace in Italy which will be | R |
Worse than a war of brothers and more bloody | R |
Than civil rapine or intestine feuds | R |
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GUIDO Oh we are weary of that King of France | R |
Who never comes but ever talks of coming | H |
What are these things to me There are other things | R |
Closer and of more import good Simone | V |
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BIANCA To Simone I think you tire our most gracious guest | Q |
What is the King of France to us As much | W |
As are your English merchants with their wool | R |
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SIMONE Is it so then Is all this mighty world | Q |
Narrowed into the confines of this room | O2 |
With but three souls for poor inhabitants | R |
Ay there are times when the great universe | R |
Like cloth in some unskilful dyer's vat | Q |
Shrivels into a handbreadth and perchance | R |
That time is now Well let that time be now | X2 |
Let this mean room be as that mighty stage | Y2 |
Whereon kings die and our ignoble lives | R |
Become the stakes God plays for | F |
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I do not know | R |
Why I speak thus My ride has wearied me | R |
And my horse stumbled thrice which is an omen | I |
That bodes not good to any | R |
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Alas my lord | Q |
How poor a bargain is this life of man | Z2 |
And in how mean a market are we sold | Q |
When we are born our mothers weep but when | A3 |
We die there is none weeps for us No not one | I |
Passes to back of stage | Y2 |
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BIANCA How like a common chapman does he speak | B3 |
I hate him soul and body Cowardice | R |
Has set her pale seal on his brow His hands | R |
Whiter than poplar leaves in windy springs | R |
Shake with some palsy and his stammering mouth | C3 |
Blurts out a foolish froth of empty words | R |
Like water from a conduit | Q |
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GUIDO Sweet Bianca | L2 |
He is not worthy of your thought or mine | P |
The man is but a very honest knave | D3 |
Full of fine phrases for life's merchandise | R |
Selling most dear what he must hold most cheap | E3 |
A windy brawler in a world of words | R |
I never met so eloquent a fool | R |
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BIANCA Oh would that Death might take him where he stands | R |
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SIMONE turning round Who spake of Death Let no one speak of Death | K2 |
What should Death do in such a merry house | R |
With but a wife a husband and a friend | Q |
To give it greeting Let Death go to houses | R |
Where there are vile adulterous things chaste wives | R |
Who growing weary of their noble lords | R |
Draw back the curtains of their marriage beds | R |
And in polluted and dishonoured sheets | R |
Feed some unlawful lust Ay 'tis so | R |
Strange and yet so YOU do not know the world | Q |
YOU are too single and too honourable | R |
I know it well And would it were not so | R |
But wisdom comes with winters My hair grows grey | R |
And youth has left my body Enough of that | Q |
To night is ripe for pleasure and indeed | Q |
I would be merry as beseems a host | Q |
Who finds a gracious and unlooked for guest | Q |
Waiting to greet him Takes up a lute | Q |
But what is this my lord | Q |
Why you have brought a lute to play to us | R |
Oh play sweet Prince And if I am too bold | Q |
Pardon but play | R |
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GUIDO I will not play to night | Q |
Some other night Simone | V |
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To Bianca You and I | T |
Together with no listeners but the stars | R |
Or the more jealous moon | K |
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SIMONE Nay but my lord | Q |
Nay but I do beseech you For I have heard | Q |
That by the simple fingering of a string | H |
Or delicate breath breathed along hollowed reeds | R |
Or blown into cold mouths of cunning bronze | R |
Those who are curious in this art can draw | F |
Poor souls from prison houses I have heard also | R |
How such strange magic lurks within these shells | R |
That at their bidding casements open wide | Q |
And Innocence puts vine leaves in her hair | F |
And wantons like a maenad Let that pass | R |
Your lute I know is chaste And therefore play | R |
Ravish my ears with some sweet melody | R |
My soul is in a prison house and needs | R |
Music to cure its madness Good Bianca | L2 |
Entreat our guest to play | R |
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BIANCA Be not afraid | Q |
Our well loved guest will choose his place and moment | Q |
That moment is not now You weary him | N |
With your uncouth insistence | R |
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GUIDO Honest Simone | V |
Some other night To night I am content | Q |
With the low music of Bianca's voice | R |
Who when she speaks charms the too amorous air | F |
And makes the reeling earth stand still or fix | R |
His cycle round her beauty | R |
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SIMONE You flatter her | F |
She has her virtues as most women have | F3 |
But beauty in a gem she may not wear | F |
It is better so perchance | R |
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Well my dear lord | Q |
If you will not draw melodies from your lute | Q |
To charm my moody and o'er troubled soul | R |
You'll drink with me at least | Q |
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Motioning Guido to his own place | R |
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Your place is laid | Q |
Fetch me a stool Bianca Close the shutters | R |
Set the great bar across I would not have | F3 |
The curious world with its small prying eyes | R |
To peer upon our pleasure | F |
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Now my lord | Q |
Give us a toast from a full brimming cup | G3 |
Starts back | H3 |
What is this stain upon the cloth It looks | R |
As purple as a wound upon Christ's side | Q |
Wine merely is it I have heard it said | Q |
When wine is spilt blood is spilt also | R |
But that's a foolish tale | R |
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My lord I trust | Q |
My grape is to your liking The wine of Naples | R |
Is fiery like its mountains Our Tuscan vineyards | R |
Yield a more wholesome juice | R |
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GUIDO I like it well | R |
Honest Simone and with your good leave | I3 |
Will toast the fair Bianca when her lips | R |
Have like red rose leaves floated on this cup | G3 |
And left its vintage sweeter Taste Bianca | L2 |
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BIANCA drinks | R |
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Oh all the honey of Hyblean bees | R |
Matched with this draught were bitter | F |
Good Simone | V |
You do not share the feast | Q |
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SIMONE It is strange my lord | Q |
I cannot eat or drink with you to night | Q |
Some humour or some fever in my blood | Q |
At other seasons temperate or some thought | Q |
That like an adder creeps from point to point | Q |
That like a madman crawls from cell to cell | R |
Poisons my palate and makes appetite | Q |
A loathing not a longing | H |
Goes aside | Q |
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GUIDO Sweet Bianca | L2 |
This common chapman wearies me with words | R |
I must go hence To morrow I will come | J3 |
Tell me the hour | F |
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BIANCA Come with the youngest dawn | K3 |
Until I see you all my life is vain | L3 |
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GUIDO Ah loose the falling midnight of your hair | F |
And in those stars your eyes let me behold | Q |
Mine image as in mirrors Dear Bianca | L2 |
Though it be but a shadow keep me there | F |
Nor gaze at anything that does not show | R |
Some symbol of my semblance I am jealous | R |
Of what your vision feasts on | M3 |
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BIANCA Oh be sure | F |
Your image will be with me always Dear | F |
Love can translate the very meanest thing | H |
Into a sign of sweet remembrances | R |
But come before the lark with its shrill song | N3 |
Has waked a world of dreamers I will stand | Q |
Upon the balcony | R |
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GUIDO And by a ladder | F |
Wrought out of scarlet silk and sewn with pearls | R |
Will come to meet me White foot after foot | Q |
Like snow upon a rose tree | R |
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BIANCA As you will | R |
You know that I am yours for love or Death | K2 |
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GUIDO Simone I must go to mine own house | R |
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SIMONE So soon Why should you The great Duomo's bell | R |
Has not yet tolled its midnight and the watchmen | A3 |
Who with their hollow horns mock the pale moon | K |
Lie drowsy in their towers Stay awhile | R |
I fear we may not see you here again | A3 |
And that fear saddens my too simple heart | Q |
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GUIDO Be not afraid Simone I will stand | Q |
Most constant in my friendship But to night | Q |
I go to mine own home and that at once | R |
To morrow sweet Bianca | L2 |
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SIMONE Well well so be it | Q |
I would have wished for fuller converse with you | Q |
My new friend my honourable guest | Q |
But that it seems may not be | R |
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And besides | R |
I do not doubt your father waits for you | Q |
Wearying for voice or footstep You I think | O3 |
Are his one child He has no other child | Q |
You are the gracious pillar of his house | R |
The flower of a garden full of weeds | R |
Your father's nephews do not love him well | R |
So run folks' tongues in Florence I meant but that | Q |
Men say they envy your inheritance | R |
And look upon your vineyards with fierce eyes | R |
As Ahab looked on Naboth's goodly field | Q |
But that is but the chatter of a town | P3 |
Where women talk too much | W |
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Good night my lord | Q |
Fetch a pine torch Bianca The old staircase | R |
Is full of pitfalls and the churlish moon | K |
Grows like a miser niggard of her beams | R |
And hides her face behind a muslin mask | S2 |
As harlots do when they go forth to snare | F |
Some wretched soul in sin Now I will get | Q |
Your cloak and sword Nay pardon my good Lord | Q |
It is but meet that I should wait on you | Q |
Who have so honoured my poor burgher's house | R |
Drunk of my wine and broken bread and made | Q |
Yourself a sweet familiar Oftentimes | R |
My wife and I will talk of this fair night | Q |
And its great issues | R |
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Why what a sword is this | R |
Ferrara's temper pliant as a snake | Q3 |
And deadlier I doubt not With such steel | R |
One need fear nothing in the moil of life | D |
I never touched so delicate a blade | Q |
I have a sword too somewhat rusted now | X2 |
We men of peace are taught humility | R |
And to bear many burdens on our backs | R |
And not to murmur at an unjust world | Q |
And to endure unjust indignities | R |
We are taught that and like the patient Jew | Q |
Find profit in our pain | L3 |
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Yet I remember | F |
How once upon the road to Padua | L2 |
A robber sought to take my pack horse from me | R |
I slit his throat and left him I can bear | F |
Dishonour public insult many shames | R |
Shrill scorn and open contumely but he | R |
Who filches from me something that is mine | P |
Ay though it be the meanest trencher plate | Q |
From which I feed mine appetite oh he | R |
Perils his soul and body in the theft | Q |
And dies for his small sin From what strange clay | R |
We men are moulded | Q |
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GUIDO Why do you speak like this | R |
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SIMONE I wonder my Lord Guido if my sword | Q |
Is better tempered than this steel of yours | R |
Shall we make trial Or is my state too low | R |
For you to cross your rapier against mine | P |
In jest or earnest | Q |
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GUIDO Naught would please me better | F |
Than to stand fronting you with naked blade | Q |
In jest or earnest Give me mine own sword | Q |
Fetch yours To night will settle the great issue | Q |
Whether the Prince's or the merchant's steel | R |
Is better tempered Was not that your word | Q |
Fetch your own sword Why do you tarry sir | F |
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SIMONE My lord of all the gracious courtesies | R |
That you have showered on my barren house | R |
This is the highest | Q |
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Bianca fetch my sword | Q |
Thrust back that stool and table We must have | F3 |
An open circle for our match at arms | R |
And good Bianca here shall hold the torch | W |
Lest what is but a jest grow serious | R |
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BIANCA To Guido Oh kill him kill him | N |
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SIMONE Hold the torch Bianca | L2 |
They begin to fight | Q |
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SIMONE Have at you Ah Ha would you | Q |
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He is wounded by GUIDO | R |
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A scratch no more The torch was in mine eyes | R |
Do not look sad Bianca It is nothing | H |
Your husband bleeds 'tis nothing Take a cloth | U2 |
Bind it about mine arm Nay not so tight | Q |
More softly my good wife And be not sad | Q |
I pray you be not sad No take it off | R3 |
What matter if I bleed Tears bandage off | R3 |
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Again again | A3 |
Simone disarms Guido | R |
My gentle Lord you see that I was right | Q |
My sword is better tempered finer steel | R |
But let us match our daggers | R |
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BIANCA to Guido | R |
Kill him kill him | N |
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SIMONE Put out the torch Bianca | L2 |
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Bianca puts out torch | W |
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Now my good Lord | Q |
Now to the death of one or both of us | R |
Or all three it may be They fight | Q |
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There and there | F |
Ah devil do I hold thee in my grip | S3 |
Simone overpowers Guido and throws him down over table | R |
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GUIDO Fool take your strangling fingers from my throat | Q |
I am my father's only son the State | Q |
Has but one heir and that false enemy France | R |
Waits for the ending of my father's line | P |
To fall upon our city | Q |
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SIMONE Hush your father | F |
When he is childless will be happier | F |
As for the State I think our state of Florence | R |
Needs no adulterous pilot at its helm | T3 |
Your life would soil its lilies | R |
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GUIDO Take off your hands | R |
Take off your damned hands Loose me I say | R |
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SIMONE Nay you are caught in such a cunning vice | R |
That nothing will avail you and your life | D |
Narrowed into a single point of shame | U3 |
Ends with that shame and ends most shamefully | R |
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GUIDO Oh let me have a priest before I die | Q |
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SIMONE What wouldst thou have a priest for Tell thy sins | R |
To God whom thou shalt see this very night | Q |
And then no more for ever Tell thy sins | R |
To Him who is most just being pitiless | R |
Most pitiful being just As for myself | G2 |
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GUIDO Oh help me sweet Bianca help me Bianca | L2 |
Thou knowest I am innocent of harm | V3 |
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SIMONE What is there life yet in those lying lips | R |
Die like a dog with lolling tongue Die Die | Q |
And the dumb river shall receive your corse | R |
And wash it all unheeded to the sea | Q |
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GUIDO Lord Christ receive my wretched soul to night | Q |
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SIMONE Amen to that Now for the other | F |
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He dies Simone rises and looks at Bianca She comes towards him as one dazed with wonder and with outstretched arms | R |
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BIANCA Why | Q |
Did you not tell me you were so strong | N3 |
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SIMONE Why | Q |
Did you not tell me you were beautiful | R |
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He kisses her on the mouth | C3 |
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CURTAIN | I |
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