Of my imperious step, scorning surprise, But not of my intent !—Andrea ! Andrea. Enter ANDREA. My lord. Cenci. Bid Beatrice attend me in her chamber This evening-no, at midnight; and alone. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-A Garden of the Cenci Palace. Enter BEATRICE and ORSINO, as in conversation. Beatrice. Pervert not truth, Orsino. You remember where we held That conversation;-nay, we see the spot Even from this cypress. Two long years are past I did confess to you my secret mind. Speak to me not of love. Orsino. You are a priest: I may obtain The dispensation of the Pope to marry. Because I am a priest, do you believe Your image, as the hunter some struck deer, Follows me not whether I wake or sleep? Beatrice. As I have said, speak to me not of love. Had you a dispensation, I have not; Nor will I leave this home of misery Whilst my poor Bernard, and that gentle lady I felt for you is turned to bitter pain. Even as a sister or a spirit might; And so I swear a cold fidelity. And it is well perhaps we shall not marry: That suits me not.-Ah! wretched that I am! As you were not my friend, and as if you Orsino. Beatrice. Your zeal for all I wish!- Ah me! you are cold! Your utmost skill!-Speak but one word-(Aside)—Alas! Weak and deserted creature that I am, Here I stand bickering with my only friend! (To ORSINO.) This night my father gives a sumptuous feast, Orsino; he has heard some happy news From Salamanca, from my brothers there, And with this outward show of love he mocks For he would gladlier celebrate their deaths, But there is mighty preparation made, And all our kin, the Cenci, will be there, And all the chief nobility of Rome. And he has bidden me and my pale mother Orsino. Farewell. [Exit BEATRICE. I know the Pope Will ne'er absolve me from my priestly vow But by absolving me from the revenue Of many a wealthy see; and, Beatrice, I think to win thee at an easier rate. Of his sixth cousin, as he did her sister, To a dull home, and rate his wife and children; Yet I fear I shall be well content if on my conscience I were a fool, not less than if a panther Were panic-stricken by the antelope's eye, If she escape me. SCENE III. A magnificent Hall in the Cenci Palace. [Exit. A Banquet. Enter CENCI, LUCRETIA, BEATRICE, Orsino, CAMILLO, NObles. Cenci. Welcome, my friends and kinsmen; welcome ye, Princes and Cardinals, Pillars of the Church, Whose presence honours our festivity. I have too long lived like an anchorite, And, in my absence from your merry meetings, But I do hope that you, my noble friends, First Guest. In truth, my lord, you seem too light of heart, Too sprightly and companionable a man, To act the deeds that rumour pins on you. (To his Companion.) I never saw such blithe and open cheer In any eye. Second Guest. Some most desired event, In which we all demand a common joy, Cenci. It is indeed a most desired event. If, when a parent, from a parent's heart, Beatrice (to LUCRETIA). Great God! how horrible! Some Must have befallen my brothers! Lucretia. He speaks too frankly. Beatrice. [dreadful ill Fear not, child; Ah! my blood runs cold. I fear that wicked laughter round his eye, Which wrinkles up the skin even to the hair. Cenci. Here are the letters brought from Salamanca; Beatrice, read them to your mother. God, I thank thee! In one night didst thou perform, By ways inscrutable, the thing I sought. My disobedient and rebellious sons Are dead. Why, dead.-What means this change of cheer? You hear me not, I tell you they are dead: And they will need no food or raiment more; The tapers that did light them the dark way Rejoice with me-my heart is wondrous glad! (LUCRETIA sinks, half fainting; BEATRICE supports her). Beatrice. It is not true!-Dear lady, pray look up. Had it been true,-there is a God in Heaven, He would not live to boast of such a boon. VOL. I. 2 C Unnatural man, thou know'st that it is false! Cenci. Ay, as the word of God; whom here I call And whose most favouring providence was shown Was stabbed in error by a jealous man, Whilst she he loved was sleeping with his rival. It was the twenty-seventh of December: Ay, read the letters if you doubt my oath. [The assembly appears confused; several of the guests rise. First Guest. Oh horrible! I will depart! Second Guest. Third Guest. No, stay! I do believe it is some jest; though, faith! 'Tis mocking us somewhat too solemnly. I think his son has married the Infanta, And I! Or found a mine of gold in El Dorado. Cenci (filling a bowl of wine, and lifting it up). A Guest (rising). Thou wretch! |