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CYR.<br> + Stage rights reserved<br> +</p> + +<p class="t4"> + Copyright, 1907,<br> + BY THE POET LORE COMPANY.<br> +</p> + +<p class="t4"> + Copyright, 1907,<br> + BY LITTLE, BROWN, & COMPANY.<br> + All rights reserved<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="t4"> + Published November, 1907<br> +</p> + +<p class="t4"> + THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, U. S. A.<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p class="t3"> + TO<br> + THE LAND OF THE ABRUZZI, TO MY MOTHER<br> + TO MY SISTERS, TO MY BROTHERS<br> + ALSO<br> + TO MY FATHER, ENTOMBED, TO ALL MY DEAD<br> + AND TO ALL MY RACE BETWEEN THE<br> + MOUNTAIN AND THE SEA<br> + THIS SONG OF THE ANTIQUE BLOOD<br> + I CONSECRATE<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap00b"></a></p> + +<h3> +INTRODUCTION +</h3> + +<p> +An elemental savor of the savage blood +of the ancient race clings to the +country of the Abruzzi. This +elemental quality, intensely impressional and +tragic, underlies the light sensitive beauty +and bright artistic grace characteristic of Italy +in general. +</p> + +<p> +The lore and customs of the native folk, +growing the vine and olive in the sunny slopes +running seaward to the southern Adriatic, +have been shut away from the easy touch of +western Europe by the towering ridge of the +Apennines, on whose rugged slopes the sheep +are pastured. It is still the most archaic, the +most stubbornly unmetropolitan corner of +Italy. Here, even more than elsewhere in the +country beloved of all other younger countries, +the mediæval and the Pagan worlds linger +intimately together, blending faiths and customs. +It is a good soil and a fertile for growing an +enduring masterpiece that shall gather Italy +up into its being, and taste of the profound, +immortal heart of the land. +</p> + +<p> +In this land of the Abruzzi, and in the dim +enchanted epoch of "once upon a time," "The +Daughter of Jorio" is set. As the drama +unfolds it carries with it this charmed atmosphere. +Who reads or hears this "song of the antique +blood" is suddenly at home, too, in the Abruzzi, +and catches the life along with the music of +many years ago. +</p> + +<p> +As descendants from the Abruzzi stock, two +friends—D'Annunzio, the poet, and Michetti, +the painter, travelled throughout their +fatherland together, faring up the majestic +snow-cloaked Maella and the precipitous Gran +Sasso, to and fro among the rocky sheepsteads +and caverns of the mountains, and along the +bordering stretches of sea-shore. +</p> + +<p> +They heard, then, a name, spoken in a way +belonging to common custom there. Grown +persons in this pastoral region are still known +in patriarchal manner, not by their own names +but merely as son or daughter of their father. +The melody of the name thus heard haunted +the memories of the artist-travellers. As the +gipsy refrain Browning heard while a boy +thrilled his blood like a call from the +Wild—"Following the Queen of the Gipsies, O!" and +bore poetic fruit long afterward in "The Flight +of the Duchess," so, likewise, this sonorous +name stirred the secret chords of artistic +response in the imagination of these two friends +and bore subconscious fruit in them. The +fruit is different enough, yet of a kindred germ +and flavor. Each has rendered it as a tribute +to the mother-country in whose traditions he +was cradled. +</p> + +<p> +The name they heard—"La figlia di Jorio," +meaning much to them, little to another,—may +now be understood to be in itself eloquent +of the old tribal feeling. This feeling, sinking +the son in the father, places him apart from +any other rule or influence than that of his own +kith and kin. It admits no honorable union with +one outside the clan without pang and social +upheaval. +</p> + +<p> +The mere name thus held within it, for the +imaginative conception of genius, the seed of +tragic social clash between alien castes or +warring rival families. Such clash between +warring Italian families Shakespeare showed in +the love of a Capulet and a Montague. +The imperative elemental drawing together of +Juliet and her Romeo ran counter to +long-established grooves of social cleavage. It was +a cleavage not to be welded except through the +woe and spiritual triumph of love. Such clash +between the established pastoral clan and the +outcast is the theme which slumbered in this +name for both D'Annunzio and Michetti. +D'Annunzio's development of it leads by a +different path to a triumph of love as spiritually +exalting and as socially significant as +Shakespeare's. +</p> + +<p> +For Michetti, the haunting name resulted, +shortly after their journey, in some wonderful +pictures,—sketches in water-color for a great +painting in oil, now owned in Berlin, where it +gives lustre to the Geeger collection,—later +a large pastel exhibited in 1895, in the +International Exposition of the Fine Arts at Venice. +</p> + +<p> +Michetti's imagination presented the daughter +of Jorio as a wanderer, with a cloak covering +her head and held shieldingly over the +breast by the right hand, while she passes a +group of staring rustics. Her long rushing +strides, as of one who "knows well the pathways," +have a strangely alluring motion, like +that of a majestic hunted fugitive. One of +the five men whose gaze she attracts is riveted +by her look. To the others she means less than +nothing. She is an outcast or a laughing-stock. +To this one she means a mystic appeal thrown +into his life to stamp it forever. +</p> + +<p> +Not until many years after the journey +through the Abruzzi, in 1903, at Mettuno, the +haunting name, fused with some germinal +impression flowing from Michetti's pictures, +resulted for D'Annunzio in his "La Figlia +di Jorio." The plot is of his own pure +imagination all compact. It rests upon no legend, +he says. The creative idea came in a compelling +influence that gripped him while busied +in other absorbing poetic work belonging to a +series he has had in mind, and involving +historic research in the past of Italy. These +annals of the Malatesta this sudden influence bade +him put aside. It called him, instead, to pour +himself out, with an ardor imperious and +self-assured, in a glowing flood of strongly-stressed +rhythmic poetry. The flood of fire took molten +shape in this tragedy. It embodied not the +historic life of warring nobles, but the obscure, +toiling, pastoral life of antique Italy. +</p> + +<p> +The result is a tragedy vividly spectacular, +dramatically strong and simple. The picturesque +loveliness belonging to the opening of +each act is cut sharply across with the ruthless +inrush of direct vital action. Into the graceful +beauty of the lyrical espousal scene of the first +Act is thrust the pitiless hunting down of Mila, +the daughter of Jorio, by the brutal barking +band of reapers. In the midst of the serene +idealism of the uplifted group in Aligi's meagre +mountain cave, where, in the second Act, love +and art and insight reinforce and befriend each +other, close, even, upon the sanctity of the kiss +of the kneeling lovers, is thrust the crass bestial +domination of the lusty Lazaro, equipped and +privileged to do his evil will. This, perforce, +leads to the lightning stroke of the murder. +Finally, in the third Act, the poetic veil of +meandering lament and tender commiseration +of the kindred for the stricken family is rent +away by the brusque entrance, the swift direct +speech, and decisive help of the daughter of +Jorio. The self-sacrifice of her ripened +transcendent love is then the opportunity for +concentrating against her the blind clamor of their +crude social justice. The final climax of +contrasts is attained by these tumultuous voices +of the surging mob on the one side crying, +"To the fire, to the flames with the daughter +of Jorio!" and, on the other side, by the voice +of the clear-sighted Ornella calling in majesty, +"Mila, Mila! My sister in Jesus, I kiss your +two feet that bear you away! Heaven is for +thee!" and the soaring, rapturous voice of +Mila, the outcast, who has taken all their sins +upon herself, and who cries, "The flame is +beautiful! The flame is beautiful!" +</p> + +<p> +These clear-cut contrasts are masterly for +the stage either of the theatre or the human +breast. They strike to the quick of each +character, to the core of the meaning of every +situation. Throwing open each particular heart in +its degree to comprehension, they reveal it also +to sympathy. At the same time they cast upon +the social sanction of the evil domination of +Lazaro and upon the separate woes of all those +"who suffer and know not wherefore," the +larger light insensibly illumining the plot as +a whole and disclosing its typical relation to +the plot of life in general. Thus, in the +emotionalized manner possible only to genius at +mountain-peak moments, the play illumines +the perennial relations of a predestined love to +art and aspiration and of all three to social +life, which sacrifices all three when it wists not +what it does. +</p> + +<p> +The vivid picturesqueness of such scenes as +those of the espousal rites, in the first Act; the +mourning of the kindred, and the folk-judgment +of the third Act; the interesting figures +of Malde, the treasure-seeker, the herb +gatherer, and the wise old saint of the mountain +of the second Act; in fact, the homely episodes +of pastoral life throughout the drama rest +upon traditional customs and rooted beliefs of +the Abruzzi. +</p> + +<p> +At Pratola, Peligna, and other places in the +Abruzzi the mother-in-law receives her son's +bride into her house with a nuptial ritual full +of poetic symbolism,—a ritual independent +of that of the Church. According to Antonio +de Nino,—whose work on the "Habits and +Customs of the Abruzzi" scientifically verifies +the folk-lore D'Annunzio puts alive before +us,—the mother breaks the bread, the symbol +of fertility, over the son and the daughter. +And as she touches the forehead, breast, and +shoulders, she says: "May we live together +like Christians and not like cats and dogs." She +initiates her new daughter to her fireside +by calling to her notice home-objects to which +special virtue was attributed: the andiron-chain +that could lull storms; the mortar that, +if placed on the window-sill, lured back the +stray pigeon; the salt, which if hung in a +pouch around the baby's neck could keep it +safe from the vampire. +</p> + +<p> +The bride's kindred came to share in the +ceremonial of espousal, as in the play, first +gathering at the house of the mother, whom +they always brought with them with honor at +the close of their procession. To the new home +they advanced in single file, bearing on their +heads the <i>donora</i>, gifts of baskets of grain, +with fluttering ribbons, and on top a loaf and +a flower. There was always some play of +chaffering at the door, barred, as in this drama, +with a ribbon or scarf stretched between a +distaff and a bident, the implements emblematic +of woman and man. The exchange of a piece +of money always closed the bargain and gained +them entrance. Then, every woman, passing +on in turn to the bridal pair, before lowering +her basket, took from it a handful of grain and +scattered it over each head, saying: "This is +the bread God and our Lady send you. May +you grow old together!" +</p> + +<p> +The folk-ritual for burial and the improvisation +of the laments by the wailers were so +elaborate that the ecclesiastical authorities kept +a jealous eye over their excesses. A decree of +1734 is peculiarly interesting on account of the +recognition it supplies that these customs were +bequests from a Pagan age. It declares that +if the women who indulge in the abuse of +mourning at funerals "continue to disturb the +churchly office with lamentation and wailing +and other such practices of paganism," the +clergy shall cease all ministration and leave +them with the body until they go home and +"let the body alone, so that the service can be +followed according to the usage of the Roman +ritual." +</p> + +<p> +Greater poetic interest belongs to the <i>laudi</i> +in the Abruzzi dialect, examples of which are +given in De Nino's fourth volume (<i>Usi e +costumi abbruzzesi par</i> Antonio de Nino. 5 +vols. Barbera, Florence. 1879-1891). From the +text of one of these, several verses are employed +by D'Annunzio in the third Act. He greatly +enhances their dramatic effect by putting them +in the mouth of Candia, when with wandering, +benumbed wits she repeats bits of the dialogue +between the Sacred Mother and her suffering +Son, half confusing her own sorrows over her +son Aligi with those of the Mater Dolorosa. +</p> + +<p> +In all such instances heightened beauty and +significance are given to the Abruzzi usages +with the surest and most delicate art. The +throb of life animates it. Yet the homely truth +to reality behind the adroit touches of art gifts +the play with vigor and concreteness. +</p> + +<p> +Even the passing reference of Splendore to +the petticoat "of a dozen breadths' fulness" +is true, for example, to the dress of the women +of Scanno. The bridal raiment of green, also, +"Of gold and silver the yoke is fashioned +But all the rest like the quiet verdure," is true +to the preference for green of the brides of +Canzano. +</p> + +<p> +Such games of rivalry for the straightest +furrow, as that of which Candia reminds her +son, were held at Sora. In presence of the +old men the youths ran the plough from the +crest of the hill to the foot of the valley, when +the prize, a hat or a scarf, was adjudged. +</p> + +<p> +The "barking" of the reapers "like dogs at +each passer" was an ancient license of disorder +at harvest time, called <i>fare l'incanata</i>. So, the +call for the wine-jug was a custom belonging +to the serenade of the bridal pair on the +marriage night. The song over, the singers +expected wine, cheese, and a loaf to be handed +them outside the door. +</p> + +<p> +As Aligi's cavern, the scene of the second +Act, has its prototype in an actual cavern on +the mountain in Abruzzia, from which Michetti +made sketches for stage use in the Milan +production, so also the shepherd life, as it is +presented especially in this Act, has its model in +reality. Their quiet existence, aloft among the +peaks, leaves the shepherds time to carve their +sheep-hooks, as Aligi did, and to achieve such +other artistry in wood as Aligi masters. Their +neighbor, the sky, makes dreamers of them, too, +like Aligi, and not infrequently poets. The +mountain affords them such comrades as Aligi +had in Malde, the treasure-diviner, the +herb-woman, wise in efficacious simples, and the +lofty, serene-minded Cosmo. Perhaps Cosmo +is not meant to differ greatly in nature from +the distinguished saint of the Morrone +mentioned by Aligi, Pietro Celestino, who was made +Pope Celestin V. in 1294, but who, only a few +months afterwards, abjured the stateliness of +Rome for the hermit's retired life upon the +mountain-side. The habit of life, indicated by +Aligi, is that of the shepherds described by +Finamore (<i>Il pastore e la pastorizia in Abruzzo</i> +in <i>Archivo per lo studio della tradizioni popolari</i>, +IV. 190). They select a sheepstead in the +spring and collect their flocks, living near them +in caves or huts during the summer, but going +down to the village fortnightly for a three days' +rest; and in the autumn coming down with +their flocks, and going on with them either +toward Rome or Puglia. Through the valleys +and across the mountains they hear the singing +Pilgrims passing continually, as they so +effectively come and go in the stage directions of +the second Act, faring to and fro on the way +to such shrines as Splendore mentions in her +reassuring words to Mila,—Santa Maria +della Potenza, and the Incoronata. +</p> + +<p> +On the eve of the Celebration of St. John's +Beheading (August 29) the Plaia or the +Virgine is climbed, according to custom, toward +midnight, so that the red disk of the August +sun may be seen at dawn from the hilltop. +To the beholder of the apparition of the saint's +bleeding head in the disk it was accounted, as +Aligi deemed it, a miraculous sign of God's +favor. +</p> + +<p> +D'Annunzio himself maintains as to one of +the superstitions he has known how to weave +predominatingly into the plot, namely, the +sanctity of the fireplace as a refuge from +violence, that it is Jewish rather than Italian. It +may be so. In any case he has exercised the +right of a poet to use for his higher verities +what he needs and has the art to employ vitally +and well. It may be, too, that he has been +peculiarly happy in grafting so distinctly +Jewish a belief on the rest of his more peculiarly +Christian and Latin beliefs, because there is +an inner link of association between Mila's +fireside and such a sanctuary from their +pursuers as the Adonijahs and Joabs claimed when +they "laid hold upon the horns of the altar." Feasts +were held and burnt offerings were +devoted to Jehovah on such altars. And similarly +sacred to the gods of the hearthstone of +the ancient race—the Lares and Penates—was +the fireside of the Romans. The antique +usage that marks the fireplace and sets it apart +as the altar or temple of the homestead is +architecturally preserved in ancient Italian +buildings by the monumental setting of the +hearthstone above the level of the floor and +the prominent hood to the chimney. The utility +of this arrangement, as usual with folk-myths, +has not hindered, but rather attracted, a +religious explanation. +</p> + +<p> +Such a fireplace is an important trait of the +stage directions in the first Act for the +scene-setting of the home of the Di Roio family. It +is in accord, like all the rest of the furnishings +of the house, with the record De Nino supplies +of the typical Abruzzi homestead. +</p> + +<p> +When the daughter of the alien, of the sorcerer +Jorio, claims sanctuary at the hearth, she +claims it not alone because she is Christian and +therefore can justly make appeal to the God +of this hearth and this household. It is +significant that she also makes her appeal by +virtue of the old laws of the hearthstone, to +gods of the Pagan race and the ancient +kinsfolk. The sacredness of the fireplace as the +altar of each home is, in fact, not confined to +any race. The North American Indian, as +well as the Roman, regards it religiously. Such +faiths grow from a human root. +</p> + +<p> +In the play, the hearth, like the Jewish +altar, becomes a mercy-seat, to be held +inviolate from violence and also from profanation. +Mila seeks it as a shrine and shield from +violence. The kindred declare that she +profanes it. +</p> + +<p> +The dependence of the second and third +Acts upon the Roman law of the absolute +dominion of the father over the son, and the +extreme penalty for parricide of the sack and +the mastiff and the deep sea is justified by the +ancient Latin code, as given in the digest of +Modestinus (xlviii, tit. 9, § 9). The persistence +in the bucolic mind of such grim ancestral +morality causes such a code to outlive its +natural decay. +</p> + +<p> +One of the allusions to the ancient credulities +of the Abruzzi which is most essential to the +plot is Aligi's vision in the first Act of Mila's +guardian angel standing behind her weeping, +and thus in silence revealing the innocency of +her wronged soul. The common faith in the +judgment of God upon the deeds of men being +made clear in a flash by the sudden sight of the +angel in tears finds expression in the proverbial +sayings: "If you would measure the offence, +look behind the right shoulder of him whom +you have offended." "If you make your sister +weep, you make the silent angel weep." "If +you forget to be just, the angel weeps." +</p> + +<p> +Curious and interesting as all these veritable +traces of folk-lore may seem, they are but the +dry bones to which the poet has given flesh and +breath. Not alone the rich deep soil of primitive +custom and religion in which he has rooted +the play, but the spirit of mystery primeval—older +than Christianity or any one religious +influence—in which the play is wrapped, as in +the atmosphere necessary to its life, is +indicated by D'Annunzio himself in his "Triumph +of Death": +</p> + +<p> +"Rites of religions dead and forgotten survive +there; incomprehensible symbols of potencies +long fallen into decay remain intact there; +habits of primitive peoples forever passed away +persist there, handed down without change +from generation to generation; rich customs, +foreign and useless, retained there are the +witnesses to the nobility and beauty of an anterior +life.... In all pomps and ceremonies, work +and play, in births and love, nuptials and, +funerals,—everywhere present and visible, there +is a georgic symbolism; everywhere the Titanic +generating Mother Earth is represented and +reverenced as the bosom whence sprang the +founts of all good and all happiness." +</p> + +<p> +When Mila is left in the cave, in the second +Act, alone with the ecstasy and anguish of her +love for Aligi, and while she kneels before the +Christian symbol of motherhood, she turns also +to this hoary Earth, the mother of all motherhood, +as the child in trouble to the all-embracing +mother-heart. +</p> + +<p> +The love which she and Aligi feel within +them is profoundly rooted in that elemental +mystery to which it has newly opened their +consciousness. It is more ancient far than any +of the ties of habit and family to which Aligi +has been the embodiment of faithful allegiance +all his life before. Older than allegiance to +the family or the clan is the allegiance of lover +and beloved, as the individual man is prior to +the tribal man. +</p> + +<p> +As the play opens, the divine trouble of +allegiance to this more fundamental power has +come upon Aligi dimly. Forebodings of the +woe of his attempted reconciliation of the two +allegiances are sapping his energy. In the +depths of his soul is divined the fatal approach +of supreme love, the predestined child of this +secret power of the older time. The shadow +of this approach girds him about in slumber +as in a shield by the side of the bride whose +soul is no mate for his soul. It holds him +aloof until Mila comes. Then it plunges his +old allegiance, his most religiously dutiful +subordination to the life of kindred and family, +into vital conflict with the inward sense of the +mystical power claiming a higher allegiance, +a deeper, all-embracing reverence. +</p> + +<p> +The situation is a dramatic bodying forth of +further words of D'Annunzio upon the mystery +brooding in the land of the antique blood: +</p> + +<p> +"Mystery intervenes in all events, envelops +and constrains every existence; and +supernatural life dominates, overwhelms, and +absorbs ordinary life." +</p> + +<p> +Put into action, this is the clash of the +ordinary fealty with a fealty older, more +personal, and through the art and the sacrifice +begotten of love, more rewarding to spiritual +life. The hand of the tribe has been ever +against an overlordship of this spiritual kind, +knitting together the clansman and the alien, +and substituting for the child recruiting the +solidarity of the clan, the Angel of Art recruiting +the very soul of the clan. To burn as an +Apostate Angel this Angel of Art along with +the witch whose charm has awakened in the +lover's soul the capacity to show it forth—this +is the usual course of the clan. Only the +Ornellas, the youngest and littlest of its +generation, are as prompt to see and to save as +its privileged heads, the Lazaros, are to +desecrate and embrutalize. +</p> + +<p> +Like Heinrich in Hauptmann's "Sunken +Bell," Aligi is a dreamer. But unlike Heinrich, +he is no waverer. His dream is true. To +the divination it bestows he is true. As long +as his soul and his senses are intact to repel +the benumbing influence of the potion he +disclaims Mila's sacrifice. +</p> + +<p> +All larger meanings involved in the action +are to be inferred as they are in life. Each +may behold for himself. Yet Ornella stands +behind the play, as the angel stood behind +Mila. For any, if any there be, who would +question the bearing of its conclusion, Ornella +is the rectification of any possible doubt or +misjudgment. Through the eyes of her vision +appears the transcendent loving of Mila. +</p> + +<p> +No other works of D'Annunzio, not even +the beautiful "Francesca," reach such heights. +They have artistry, power, concrete truth to +life in common with "The Daughter of +Jorio"; but they do not approach it in that +inner truth to life which unveils the purity +and aspiration of the power of supreme love +in life and in art. That inner life of the power +of love hallows this tragedy. Hence the poet's +art gains an unerring potency of touch, and +it makes the loving of Mila worthy of a younger +brother of the Dante of the "Vita Nuova" +and the "Paradiso." +</p> + +<p> +Inseparable from the power of this tragedy +to cause the deep things within to be heard—"The +deep things within that come from afar"—are +the incomparably beautiful rhythms in +which they are chanted. +</p> + +<p> +They are the rhythms belonging to the land +of the Abruzzi and to "many years ago." There, +says the poet: +</p> + +<p> +"Mystery and rhythm, these two essential +elements of every cult, were everywhere +scattered. Men and women constantly expressed +their souls in song, accompanied by song all +their labors under the roof or under the sky, +celebrated by song life and death. Over cradles +and winding-sheets undulated melodies slow +and prolonged, very ancient,—as ancient, +perhaps, as the race whose profound sadness they +revealed.... Fixed in unalterable rhythm +they seemed fragments of hymns belonging +to immemorial liturgies, surviving the +destruction of some great primordial mythus." +</p> + +<p> +The poet seems to have loosed the pent-up +sources of these immemorial rhythms. He has +dared in part to invent a free dramatico-lyric +verse, in part to recur to archaic forms of verse +of like freedom. In this way he has clothed +every motion and gesture, every quiver of the +body of his drama, in a beauty begotten of +"the antique blood." +</p> + +<p> +Such music, sensitive to each catch of the +living breath of emotion, must seek a form +more flexible than the iambic pentameters of +English usage or the hexameters or Alexandrines +of French. The beauty belonging to +these in their perfection has yet led to a dull +monotony of always-anticipated stress in the +perpetuity of their dramatic use by modern +dramatists. The artifice side of verse has +been so over-emphasized, by limitation to a +form shut out from the thrill of an unexpected +cadence, that audiences instinctively flee the +infliction of sitting out a modern poetic drama, +despite the general superstition, because of its +past glory, that it ought to be forever and +only liked. +</p> + +<p> +Since the only alternative offered by +conventional usage is bald prose, even this has +been gladly accepted in preference, and the +penalty paid of a totally commonplace effect, +usually as bare of the uplift and melody of art +as a trolley car. +</p> + +<p> +D'Annunzio has devised a better way. +Heeding the secret of the manifold effects,—now +of the ancient <i>laudi dramatiche</i> of his +own Abruzzi, now of the austerely simple +plain-song of the mediæval hymn, now of some +strongly four-stressed Tuscan lyric of the +twelfth century, or even the two-stressed line +of the rustic charm,—he has varied his verse +to suit every phase of emotion. He has used +iambic ascending rhythms, in hendecasyllabic +lines, generally, for the serener utterances, such +as Candia's blessing in the espousal rites of +Act I; strongly marked trochaic rhythms, in +octosyllabic lines, for intense lyrical outpourings +of spirit, such as Mila's song at the opening +of Act II, and swiftly descending dactyllic +rhythms, giving jets of voice to sharp seizures +of feeling, such as the fierce outcry of the +Chorus of the Kindred in Act III—<i>Tempia e +tempia, i denti le sgrani</i>—"Temple to temple +and shell out her teeth." Not only, moreover, +by the frequent employment of a strong initial +syllable, along with iambic or anapestic verse, +and other such allowed liberties, but also by +the intercalation of extra syllables or the +omission of others within the normal foot, he has +slowed or raced the pace of the line, in obedience +to some push of thought or beat of purpose. +So varied is the effect that the verse is +as flexible as prose speech. Yet the impression +is never lawless, for the verse never escapes +the <i>ictus</i> of a pervading inward shapeliness. +The artistic comeliness is felt along with the +impetus each variation pours into the sway +of the line. +</p> + +<p> +Internal rhyme, assonance, and thrice repeated +double rhymes still further prolong or +break up the normal effects, so that to the +fluency of the wave of speech is added some +momentary shimmering of its surface, like the +fleeting touches of the wind of the spirit +otherwise viewless. +</p> + +<p> +Such internal rhymes, repetitions, and +assonances, for example, occur in the dialogue +of Mila and Aligi in the second Act: <i>Pei +monti coglierai le genzianellè Eper le spiagge +le stelle marine</i>.—"To cull on the hilltop the +blue gentian lonely, On the sea-shore only +the star-fish flower." <i>Si cammina cammina +lungo il mare</i>.—"I border the bordering +stretches of sea-shore." Or such double rhymes +appear as in Femo di Nerfa's: <i>Prima che la +mano gli tàglino, Prima che nel sacco lo +sèrrino, Col can mastino e lo gèttino, Al fiume in +dove fa gorgo</i>.—"Before his right hand they +shall sever, Before in the leathern sack they +sew him With the savage mastiff and throw +him Where the deep restless waters o'erflow +him." +</p> + +<p> +The tendency of English verse during the +Elizabethan renaissance was toward a musical +flexibility akin to D'Annunzio's. Shakespeare's +verse, especially in his ripest work, +showed the same tendency before it was +regulated by Pope, who cut it into even lengths +of ten syllables, with every even one stressed, +as nearly as he could, by transposing, eliding, +cutting off, or adding—a regulation still +masking as well as marring the native +wood-notes wild in all our modernized texts. +</p> + +<p> +A similar flexibility belonged to Coleridge's +"Christabel," wherein he recurred to the elder +fashion of marking the rhythm sufficiently +by stress to carry the voice as he willed it to +go, instead of the dominant fashion of meting +it into uniformly even lengths of counted +syllables. +</p> + +<p> +Each way should have its own uses for the +modern poet according to the impressional +effect he desires. The elder fashion is no more +lawless than the one which has come to be so +exclusively followed through the dominance of +French influences at the English Court, in the +seventeenth and eighteenth centuries, influences +suiting the growing formalism of the English +temperament. Indeed the elder fashion +requires a more expert metrical handling, while +the other is more open to mediocre poetic +ability. +</p> + +<p> +It would be well for the closer hold of +poetic art on life, especially for dramatic use, +if less automatically regulated verse should be +revived and developed in England, above all +in America,—such flexible verse as D'Annunzio +has revived and developed in "The +Daughter of Jorio." +</p> + +<p> +To translate such verse into set metres of +blank verse or Alexandrines, in no way +corresponding to its peculiar variability, would +be like prisoning a live creature. To do it +violence by uniformly substituting strong +endings for weak endings; to reiterate uniformly +the metre arbitrarily chosen to begin with; to +exclude all grace of internal rhyme would be +like binding a mobile thing from any fluttering. +Surely it would be to cage the bird +whose sensitive wings the genius of D'Annunzio +has freed. +</p> + +<p> +It has fallen to my especial share in this +joint translation to give to it a verse form. +It has seemed to me hopeless,—and my +colleagues are agreed with me in this view—to +attempt to give any glimmering impression of +the rhythmic beauty essential to the mystical +soul of this tragedy, save by seeking to +reproduce for English ears, by similarly free +methods in freely stressed English verse, an +audible impression corresponding to the +impression which the stresses of the Italian verse +have made on my ear as they were spoken. +Hence the desire has been not to be led by +the eye, nor to transliterate analytically the +Italian effects in some recognized forms of +imitative prosody, but merely to listen and +echo in English some faint synthetic reflex of +the flowing music. +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +CHARLOTTE PORTER. +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap00c"></a></p> + +<p class="t3b"> +ILLUSTRATIONS +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="noindent"> +<a href="#img-front"> +Gabriele d'Annunzio</a> ... <i>Frontispiece</i> +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +<a href="#img-031"> +The Feast of Espousal.</a> <a href="#chap0101">Act I.</a> +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +<a href="#img-068"> +"O give me peace for my offences."</a> <a href="#chap0101">Act I.</a> +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +<a href="#img-111"> +Mila di Codra and Aligi.</a> <a href="#chap0201">Act II.</a> +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +<a href="#img-155"> +The Parricide.</a> <a href="#chap0201">Act II.</a> +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +<a href="#img-192"> +The Sacrifice of Mila di Codra.</a> <a href="#chap0301">Act III.</a> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p class="t3b"> +DRAMATIS PERSONÆ +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +LAZARO Di Roio, <i>Father of Aligi</i> +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +CANDIA DELLA LEONESSA, <i>Mother of Aligi</i> +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +ALIGI, <i>The Shepherd-Artist</i> +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +SPLENDORE, FAVETTA, ORNELLA, <i>Aligi's Sisters</i> +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +VIENDA Di GIAVE, <i>Aligi's Bride</i> +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +MARIA Di GIAVE, <i>Mother of the Bride</i> +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +TEODULA DI CINZIO, LA CINERELLA, MONICA BELLA COGNA, +ANNA Di BOVA, FELAVIA, LA CATALANA, MARIA CORA: +<i>The Kindred</i> +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +MILA Di CODRA, <i>the Daughter of Jorio the Sorcerer dalle +Farne</i> +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +FEMO Di NERFA +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +JENNE DELL' ETA +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +IONA DI MIDIA +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +THE OLD HERBWOMAN +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +THE SAINT OF THE MOUNTAIN +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +THE TREASURE DIVINER +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +THE DEVIL-POSSESSED YOUTH +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +A SHEPHERD +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +ANOTHER SHEPHERD +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +A REAPER +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +ANOTHER REAPER +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +THE CROWD OF PEOPLE +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +THE CHORUS OF THE KINDRED +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +THE CHORUS OF REAPERS +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +THE CHORUS OF WAILERS +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +SCENE: The Land of the Abruzzi +</p> + +<p class="dramatis"> +TIME: Many years ago. (Placed about the sixteenth +century by the Painter Michetti, who designed the scenes +and costumes for the initial production in Milan.) +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0101"></a></p> + +<p class="t2"> +THE DAUGHTER OF JORIO +</p> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<h3> +ACT I.—SCENE I. +</h3> + +<p> +<i>A room on the ground floor of a +rustic house. The large entrance +door opens on a large sunlit yard. +Across the door is stretched, to prevent entrance, +a scarlet woollen scarf, held in place at each end +by a forked hoe and a distaff. At one side +of the door jamb is a waxen cross to keep off +evil spirits. A smaller closed door, with its +architrave adorned with boxwood green, is on +the wall at the right, and close against the same +wall are three ancient wooden chests. At the +left, and set in the depth of the wall, is a +chimney and fire-place with a prominent hood; +and a little at one side a small door, and near +this an ancient loom. In the room are to be +seen such utensils and articles of furniture as +tables, benches, hasps, a swift, and hanks of flax +and wool hanging from light ropes drawn between +nails or hooks. Also to be seen are jugs, +dishes, plates, bottles and flasks of various sizes +and materials, with many gourds, dried and +emptied. Also an ancient bread and flour chest, +the cover of it having a carved panel representing +the image of the Madonna. Beside this +the water basin and a rude old table. +Suspended from the ceiling by ropes is a wide, +broad board laden with cheeses. Two windows, +iron-grated and high up from the ground, give +light, one at each side of the large door, and +in each of the gratings is stuck a bunch of red +buckwheat to ward off evil.</i> +</p> + +<p> +SPLENDORE, FAVETTA, ORNELLA, <i>the three +young sisters, are kneeling each in front of +one of the three chests containing the wedding +dresses. They are bending over them and picking +out suitable dresses and ornaments for the +bride. Their gay, fresh tones are like the +chanting of morning songs.</i> +</p> + +<p><br><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + What's your will, our own Vienda?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + What's your will, our dear new sister?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Will you choose the gown of woolen,<br> + Would you sooner have the silken,<br> + Sprayed with flowrets red and yellow?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA [<i>singing</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Only of green shall be my arraying.<br> + Only of green for Santo Giovanni,<br> + For mid the green meadows he came to seek me,<br> + Oili, Oili, Oila!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Look! Here is the bodice of wondrous embroidery,<br> + And the yoke with the gleaming thread of silver,<br> + Petticoat rich of a dozen breadths' fulness,<br> + Necklace strung with hundred-beaded coral,—<br> + All these given you by your new mother.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA [<i>singing</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Only of green be or gown or bridal chamber!<br> + Oili, oili, oila!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + What's your will, our own Vienda?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + What's your will, our dear new sister?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Pendant earrings, clinging necklace,<br> + Blushing ribbons, cherry red?<br> + Hear the ringing bells of noonday,<br> + Hear the bells ring out high noon!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + See the kindred hither coming,<br> + On their heads the hampers bearing,<br> + Hampers laden with wheat all golden,<br> + And you yet not dressed and ready!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Bounding, rebounding,<br> + Sheep pass, the hills rounding.<br> + The wolf, through valleys winding,<br> + The nut he seeks is finding,—<br> + The pistachio nut is finding.<br> + See, the Bride of the Morning!<br> + Matinal as the field-mouse<br> + Going forth at the dawning,<br> + As the woodchuck and squirrel.<br> + Hear, O hear, the bells' whirl!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>All these words are spoken very swiftly, +and at the close </i>ORNELLA<i> laughs joyously, her +two sisters joining with her.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE THREE SISTERS<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oh! Aligi, why then don't you come?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oh! in velvet then must you dress?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Seven centuries quite, must you rest<br> + With your beautiful, magical Spouse?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + O your father stays at the harvesting,<br> + Brother mine, and the star of the dawning<br> + In his sickle-blade is showing,—<br> + In his sickle, no rest knowing.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And your mother has flavored the wine-cup<br> + And anise-seed mixed with the water,<br> + Sticking cloves in the roast meat<br> + And sweet thyme in the cheeses.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + And a lamb of the flock we have slaughtered,<br> + Yea, a yearling, but fattened one season,<br> + With head markings and spottings of sable,<br> + For the Bride and the Bridegroom.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And the mantle, long-sleeved, and cowl-hooded,<br> + For Astorgio we chose it and kept it,—<br> + For the long-lived gray man of the mountain,<br> + So our fate upon that he foretell us.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And to-morrow will be San Giovanni,<br> + Dear, my brother! with dawn, San Giovanni!<br> + Up the Plaia hill then shall I hie me,<br> + To behold once again the head severed—<br> + In the sun's disc, the holy head severed,<br> + On the platter all gleaming and golden,<br> + Where again the blood runs, flows and babbles.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Up, Vienda! head all golden,<br> + Keeping long vigil; O golden sweet tresses!<br> + Now they harvest in the grain-fields<br> + Wheat as golden as your tresses.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Our mother was saying: "Now heed me!<br> + Three olives I nurtured here with me;<br> + Unto these now a plum have I added.<br> + Ay! three daughters, and, also, a daughter."<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Come, Vienda, golden-plum girl!<br> + Why delay you? Are you writing<br> + To the sun a fair blue letter<br> + That to-night it know no setting?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She laughs and the other sisters join in +with her. From the small door enters their +mother, </i>CANDIA BELLA LEONESSA.] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA [<i>playfully chiding</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! you magpies, sweet cicales!<br> + Once for over-joy of singing<br> + One was burst upon the poplar.<br> + Now the cock's no longer crowing<br> + To awaken tardy sleepers.<br> + Only sing on these cicales,—<br> + These cicales of high noonday.<br> + These three magpies take my roof-tree—<br> + Take my door's wood for a tree-branch.<br> + Still the new child does not heed them.<br> + Oh! Aligi, Aligi, dear fellow!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The door opens. The beardless bridegroom +appears. He greets them with a grave +voice, fixed eyes, and in an almost religious +manner.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + All praise to Jesus and to Mary!<br> + You, too, my mother, who this mortal<br> + Christian flesh to me have given,<br> + Be you blessed, my dear mother!<br> + Blessed be ye, also, sisters,<br> + Blossoms of my blood!<br> + For you, for me, I cross my forehead,<br> + That never there come before us to thwart us<br> + The enemy subtle, in death, in life,<br> + In heat of sun, or flame of fire,<br> + Or poison, or any enchantment,<br> + Or sweat unholy the forehead moist'ning.<br> + Father, and Saviour, and Holy Spirit!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The sisters cross themselves and go out +by the small door, carrying the bridal dresses. +</i>ALIGI<i> approaches his mother as if in a dream.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Flesh of my flesh, thus touch I your forehead<br> + With bread, with this fair wheaten loaf of white flour,<br> + Prepared in this bowl of a hundred years old,<br> + Born long before thee, born long before me,<br> + Kneaded long on the board of a hundred years old<br> + By these hands that have tended and held you.<br> + On the brow, thus, I touch: Be it sunny and clear!<br> + I touch thus the breast: Be it free from all sighing!<br> + I touch this shoulder, and that: Be it strong!<br> + Let them bear up your arms for long labor!<br> + Let her rest there her head gray or golden!<br> + And may Christ to you speak and you heed him!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>With the loaf she makes the sign of the +cross above her son, who has fallen on his knees +before her.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + I lay down and meseemed of Jesus I dreamed.<br> + He came to me saying: "Be not fearful."<br> + San Giovanni said to me: "Rest in safety.<br> + Without holy candles thou shalt not die."<br> + Said he: "Thou shalt not die the death accursed."<br> + And you, you have cast my lot in life, mother,<br> + Allotted the bride you have chosen for me,—<br> + Your son, and here, within your own house, mother,<br> + You have brought her to couple with me,<br> + That she slumber with me on my pillow,<br> + That she eat with me out of my platter.<br> + Then I was pasturing flocks on the mountain.<br> + Now back to the mountain I must be turning.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>His mother touches his head with the palm +of her hand as if to chase away evil thoughts.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Rise up, my son! You are strangely talking.<br> + All your words are now changing in color,<br> + As the olive tree changes pressed by the breezes.<br> +</p> + +<p> +[<i>He rises, as if in a daze.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + But where is my father? Still nowhere I see him.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Gone to the harvesting, out with the reapers,<br> + The good grain reaping, by grace of our Saviour.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + I reaped once, too, by his body shaded,<br> + Ere I was signed with the cross on my forehead,<br> + When my brow scarcely reached up to his haunches.<br> + But on my first day a vein here I severed,—<br> + Here where the scar stays. Then with leaves he was bruising<br> + The while he stanched the red blood from flowing,<br> + "Son Aligi," said he unto me, "Son Aligi,<br> + Give up the sickle and take up the sheep-crook:<br> + Be you a shepherd and go to the mountain."<br> + This his command was kept in obedience.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Son of mine, what is this pain the heart of you hurting?<br> + What dream like an incubus over you hovers,<br> + That these your words are like a wayfarer,<br> + Sitting down on his road at night's coming,<br> + Who is halting his footsteps for knowing,<br> + Beyond attaining is his heart's desiring,<br> + Past his ears' hearing the Ave Maria.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Now to the mountain must I be returning.<br> + Mother, where is my stout shepherd's sheep-hook<br> + Used to the pasture paths, daily or nightly?<br> + Let me have that, so the kindred arriving,<br> + May see thereupon all the carving I've carved.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>His mother takes the shepherd's crook +from the corner of the fireplace.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Lo! here it is, son of mine, take it: your sisters<br> + Have hung it with garlands for Santo Giovanni,<br> + With pinks red and fragrant festooned it.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI [<i>pointing out the carving on it.</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + And I have them here on the bloodwood all with me,<br> + As if by the hand I were leading my sisters.<br> + So, along they go with me threading green pathways,<br> + Guarding them, mother,—these three virgin damsels,—<br> + See! three bright angels here over them hover,<br> + And three starry comets, and three meek doves also.<br> + And a flower for each one I have carved here,<br> + The growing half-moon and the sun I have carved here;<br> + This is the priestly stole; and this is the cup sacramental;<br> + And this is the belfry of San Biagio.<br> + And this is the river, and this my own cabin;<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> + [<i>with mystery, as if with second sight</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + But who, who is this one who stands in my doorway?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, why is it you set me to weeping!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + And see at the end here that in the ground enters,<br> + Here are the sheep, and here also their shepherd,<br> + And here is the mountain where I must be going,<br> + Though you weep, though I weep, my mother!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>He leans on the crook with both hands, +resting his head upon them, lost in his +thoughts.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + But where then is Hope? What have you made of her, son?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Her face has shone on me seldom;<br> + Carve her, I could not, sooth! mother.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>From a distance a savage clamor rises.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Mother, who shouts out so loud there?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + The harvesters heated and frenzied,<br> + From the craze of their passions defend them,<br> + From sins of their blood San Giovanni restrain them!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! Who then has drawn but that scarf there,<br> + Athwart the wide door of our dwelling,<br> + Leaning on it the forked hoe and distaff,<br> + That naught enter in that is evil?<br> + Ah! Lay there the ploughshare, the wain, and the oxen,<br> + Pile stones there against both the door-posts,<br> + With slaked lime from all of the lime-kilns,<br> + The bowlder with footprints of Samson,<br> + And Maella Hill with its snow-drifts!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + What is coming to birth in your heart, son of mine?<br> + Did not Christ say to you, "Be not fearful"?<br> + Are you awake? Heed the waxen cross there,<br> + That was blessed on the Day of Ascension,<br> + The door-hinges, too, with holy water sprinkled,<br> + No evil spirit can enter our doorway,<br> + Your sisters have drawn the scarlet scarf 'cross it,—<br> + The scarlet scarf you won in the field-match<br> + Long before you ever became a shepherd,<br> + In the match that you ran for the straightest furrow,—<br> + (You still remember it, son of mine?) Thus have they stretched it<br> + So that the kindred who must pass through there<br> + Offer what gifts they choose when they enter.<br> + Why do you ask, for you well know our custom?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mother! mother! I have slept years seven hundred—<br> + Years seven hundred! I come from afar off.<br> + I remember no longer the days of my cradle.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + What ails you, son? Like one in a dazement you answer.<br> + Black wine was it your bride poured out for you?<br> + And perhaps you drank it while yet you were fasting,<br> + So that your mind is far off on a journey?<br> + O Mary, blest Virgin! do thou grant me blessing!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The voice of </i>ORNELLA<i> singing the nuptial song.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Only of green shall be my arraying,<br> + Only of green for Santo Giovanni.<br> + Oili, oili, oila!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The </i>Bride<i> appears dressed in green and +is brought forward joyously by the sisters.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Lo! the bride comes whom we have apparelled<br> + With all the joy of the spring-time season.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Of gold and silver the yoke is fashioned,<br> + But all the rest like the quiet verdure.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + You, mother, take her! in your arms take her!<br> + O dear my mother, take and console her!<br> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Shedding tears at the bedside we found her,<br> + Thus lamenting for thinking so sorely<br> + Of the gray head at home left so lonely.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Of the jar full of pinks in the window<br> + Her dear face not again shall lean over.<br> + You, mother, take her! in your arms take her!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Daughter, daughter, with this loaf in blessing<br> + I have touched my own son. Lo! now I divide it,<br> + And over your fair shining head I now break it.<br> + May our house have increase of abundance!<br> + Be thou unto the dough as good leaven<br> + That may swell it out over the bread-board!<br> + Bring unto me peace and ah! do not bring strife to me!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE THREE SISTERS<br> +</p> + +<p> + So be it! We kiss the earth, mother!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>They kiss the ground by leaning over and +touching it with forefinger and middle finger, +and then touching their lips. </i>ALIGI<i> is kneeling +on one side as if in deep prayer.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O now daughter mine to my house be<br> + As the spindle is unto the distaff;<br> + As unto the skein is the spindle;<br> + And as unto the loom is the shuttle!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE THREE SISTERS<br> +</p> + +<p> + So be it! We kiss the earth, mother!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Vienda! new daughter, child blessed!<br> + Lo! midst home and pure food thus I place you.<br> + Lo! The walls of this house—the four corners!<br> + God willing, the sun rises there; sinks there, God willing!<br> + This is the northward, this is the southward.<br> + The ridgepole this, the eaves with nests hanging,<br> + And the chain and the crane with the andirons;<br> + There the mortar the white salt is crushed in,<br> + And there, too, the crock it is kept in.<br> + O new daughter! I call you to witness<br> + How midst home things and pure food I place you<br> + Both for this life and life everlasting.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE THREE SISTERS<br> +</p> + +<p> + So be it! We kiss the earth, mother!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[VIENDA <i>rests her head, weeping, on the +shoulder of the mother. </i>CANDIA<i> embraces her, +still holding a half-loaf in each hand. The cry +of the reapers is heard nearer. </i>ALIGI<i> rises like +one suddenly wakened and goes toward the +door. The sisters follow him.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Now by the great heat are the reapers all maddened,<br> + They are barking and snapping like dogs at each passer.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Now the last of the rows they are reaching,<br> + With the red wine they never mix water.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + At the end of each row, they are drinking,<br> + In the shade of the stack the jug lying.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Lord of heaven! The heat is infernal,<br> + At her tail bites the old gammer serpent.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA [<i>chanting</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oh, for mercy! Wheat and wheat, and stubble, stubble,<br> + First in sun burn the sickles, then wounds they trouble.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oh mercy for father! for his arms tired,<br> + And all his veins with labor swollen.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Aligi! you saddest of grooms<br> + Keeping yet in your nostrils sleep's fumes!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O, you know very well the rhyme turned about.<br> + You have placed the good loaf in the jug,<br> + You have poured the red wine in the sack.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Lo! now the kindred! Lo! now the women! they are coming.<br> + Up, up! Vienda! and cease your weeping.<br> + Mother! How now! They are coming. Set her free then.<br> + Up! Golden tresses, cease your weeping!<br> + You have wept too long. Your fine eyes are reddened!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[VIENDA <i>dries her tears on her apron and +taking the apron up by the two corners receives +in it the two pieces of the loaf from the +mother.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + In blood and in milk return it to me!<br> + Goldenhair, come now, sit on the settle.<br> + Oh! Aligi, you too, come sit here! and wake up!<br> + One of you here, one of you there, thus stay ye,<br> + Children, thus, at each side of the door.<br> + Be it wide open for all to see in there<br> + The wide bed so wide that in order to fill it—<br> + The mattress to fill—I used up the straw-stack.<br> + Ay! the whole of the stack to the bare pole,<br> + With the crock sticking up on the tiptop!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[CANDIA<i> and </i> PLENDORE<i> place a small +bench each side of the door, where the couple +sit composed and silent, looking at each other. +</i>ORNELLA<i> and </i>FAVETTA<i> looking out toward +the road at the large door. The yard is in +dazzling sunlight.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + See! They are coming up the road slowly<br> + In single file, all: Teodula di Cinzio<br> + And Cinerella, Monica, Felavia,<br> + And Catalana delle Tre Bisacce,<br> + Anna di Bova, Maria Cora ... but who is the last one?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Come on then, Splendore, do help me spread out now<br> + The bedspread I wove of silk doubled,<br> + Woven for you, Vienda, dear green bud,<br> + As green as the grass of the meadow,<br> + The sweet grass, early bee, where you hover.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Who is last? Can you tell us, Vienda?<br> + Oh! I see yellow grain in the hampers,<br> + And it glitters like gold. Who can she be?<br> + Gray at the temple, beneath the white linen,<br> + Gray as the feathery bryony branches.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Your mommy! dear child, is she your mommy?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[VIENDA <i>rises suddenly as if to rush to her +mother. In so doing she lets the bread fall +from her apron. She stops, shocked. </i>ALIGI<i> +rises and stands so as to prevent the mother +from seeing.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA [<i>greatly concerned, in a frightened voice</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Lord save us! Pick it up again.<br> + Pick it up, kiss it, ere mamma see it.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[VIENDA, <i>terrified and overwhelmed by +frightful superstition, is stricken immovable, +rigid, staring at the two half-loaves with glassy +eyes.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Pick it up, kiss it, sad is the angel.<br> + Make a vow silently, promise greatly,<br> + Call on San Sisto, lest Death should appear.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>From within are heard the blows given +with the hand on mattress and pillows and the +wind carries to the ear the clamor of the +reapers.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + San Sisto! San Sisto!<br> + Oh! hear ye, and list, oh!<br> + Black death, evil sprite,<br> + By day, by night,<br> + Chase from our walls!<br> + Drive from our souls!<br> + Oh! crumble and tear<br> + The evil eye's snare,<br> + As the sign of the cross I make!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>While murmuring the conjuring words +she rapidly gathers up the two half-loaves, +pressing each to </i>VIENDA'S<i> lips, kissing them +herself, and then placing each in the apron, +making the sign of the cross over them. She +then leads the bridal couple to their benches, as +the first of the women kindred appears at the +door with the offerings, stopping in front of +the scarlet scarf. The women each carry on the +head a hamper of wheat adorned with flowing +ribbons of various colors. On each basket rests +a loaf of bread, and on top of each loaf a wild +flower. </i>ORNELLA<i> and </i>FAVETTA<i> take each one +end of the scarf while still leaving hoe and +distaff in place against the wall, but so posed +as to bar entrance.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FIRST WOMAN, TEODULA DI CINZIO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ohe! Who watches the bridges?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA and ORNELLA [<i>in unison</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Love open-eyed and Love blind.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + TEODULA<br> +</p> + +<p> + To cross over there I desire.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + To desire is not to acquire.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + TEODULA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I clambered the mountain ridges,<br> + Now down through the valley I'll wind.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + The torrent has taken the bridges,<br> + Too swift runs the river, you'll find.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + TEODULA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Set me over in your boat.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + She leaks too fast to keep afloat.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + TEODULA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I'll calk her with tow and resin.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Leaks full seven split and stove her.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + TEODULA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Then I'll give you pieces seven.<br> + On your shoulder bear me over.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oh, no! Help of mine you must lack.<br> + The wild water fills me with fright.<br> +</p> + +<p class="capcenter"> +<a id="img-031"></a> +<br> +<img class="imgcenter" src="images/img-031.jpg" alt="THE FEAST OF ESPOUSAL. <i>Act I.</i>"> +<br> +THE FEAST OF ESPOUSAL. <i>Act I.</i> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + TEODULA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Lend me a lift on your back.<br> + I'll give you this silver piece bright.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Too little! Your eight bits, indeed,<br> + Would not keep my ribbons new.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + TEODULA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Tuck up your skirt. Plunge in bare-kneed.<br> + A ducat of gold I'll give to you.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The first woman, </i>TEODULA<i>, gives </i>ORNELLA<i> +a piece of money. She receives it in her +left hand, while the other women come closer +to the door. The bridal pair remain seated and +silent. </i>CANDIA<i> and </i>SPLENDORE<i> enter from the +small door.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA and FAVETTA [in unison]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Pass on then, O you fair Lady!<br> + And all these in your company!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ORNELLA <i>puts the money in her bosom +and takes away the distaff, </i>FAVETTA<i>, the hoe. +They then leave both leaning against the wall. +</i>ORNELLA<i>, with a quick movement, withdraws +the scarf, making it wave like a slender +pennant. The women then enter one by one, in +line, still holding their baskets balanced on +their heads.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + TEODULA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Peace be with you, Candia della Leonessa!<br> + And peace, too, with you, son of Lazaro di Roio!<br> + And peace to the bride whom Christ has given!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She places her basket at the bride's feet +and, taking out of it a handful of wheat, she +scatters it over </i>VIENDA'S<i> head. She then takes +another handful and scatters it over </i>ALIGI'S.] +</p> + +<p> + This is the peace that is sent you from Heaven:<br> + That on the same pillow your hair may whiten,<br> + On the same pillow to old age ending.<br> + Nor sin nor vengeance be between you,<br> + Falsehood nor wrath, but love, love only,<br> + Daily, till time for the long, long journey.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The next woman repeats the same ceremony +and action, the others meanwhile remaining +in line awaiting their turn, with the hampers +on their heads. The last one, the mother of the +bride, remains motionless near the threshold, +and dries her face of tears and perspiration. +The noise of the riotous reapers increases and +seems to come nearer. Besides this noise, from +time to time, in pauses, now and again the +ringing of bells is heard.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CINERELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + For this is peace and this is plenty.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Suddenly a woman's cry is heard outside, +coming from the yard.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE VOICE OF THE UNKNOWN WOMAN<br> +</p> + +<p> + Help! Help! For Jesus' sake, our Saviour!<br> + People of God, O people of God, save ye me!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Running, panting from fright and exertion, +covered with dust and briars, like a hart +run down by a pack of hunting dogs, a woman +enters. Her face is covered by a mantle. She +looks about bewildered, and withdraws to the +corner near the fireplace, opposite to the bridal +pair.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE UNKNOWN WOMAN<br> +</p> + +<p> + People of God! O save ye me!<br> + The door there! O shut tight the door there,<br> + Put ye up all the bars! Securely.—<br> + They are many, and all have their sickles.<br> + They are crazed,—crazed with heat and strong drinking.<br> + They are brutal with lust and with cursing.<br> + Me would they hunt,—they would seize me;<br> + They would hunt me, they would seize me,—me,—<br> + The creature of Christ, ay, me,—<br> + The unhappy one, doing no evil!<br> + Passing I was—alone—by the roadside.—<br> + They saw me.—They cried.—They insulted.<br> + They hurled sods and stones.—They chased me.—<br> + Ay! like unto hounds that are hungry,<br> + They would seize me and tear me and torture.<br> + They are following me, O most wretched!<br> + They are hunting me down, people of God!<br> + Help ye! Save me! The door, O shut it to!<br> + The door!—They are maddened—will enter!<br> + They will take me from here,—from your hearthstone—<br> + (The deed even God cannot pardon)!—<br> + From your hearthstone that blest is and sacred<br> + (And aught else but that deed God pardons)—<br> + And my soul is baptized,—I am Christian—<br> + Oh! help! O for San Giovanni's sake, help me!<br> + For Mary's sake, her of the seven dolors!<br> + For the sake of my soul.—For your own soul!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She stays by the hearth, all the women +gathering at the side opposite her. </i>VIENDA<i> +close to her mother and godmother. </i>ALIGI<i> +stands outside the circle unmoved, leaning on +his crook. Suddenly </i>ORNELLA<i> rushes to the +door, closes it, and bars it. A somewhat +inimical murmur arises from the circle of +women.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Ah! tell me your name,—how they call you,—<br> + Your name, that wherever I wander,<br> + Over mountains, in valleys I bless it,<br> + You, who in pity are first here,<br> + Though in years yours are least in the counting!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Overcome she lets herself drop on the +hearth, bowed over upon herself with her head +resting on her knees. The women are huddled +together like frightened sheep. </i>ORNELLA<i> +steps forward toward the stranger.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Who is this woman? Holy Virgin!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MARIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And is this the right way to enter<br> + The dwelling of God-fearing people?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MONICA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And Candia, you! What say you?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CINERELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Will you let the door stay bolted?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Is the last to be born of your daughters,<br> + The first to command in your household?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CATALANA<br> +</p> + +<p> + She will bring down upon you bad fortune,<br> + The wandering she-dog, for certain!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FELAVIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Did you mark how she entered that instant<br> + While yet Cinerella was pouring<br> + On Vienda her handful of wheat flour<br> + Ere Aligi had got his share fully?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ORNELLA <i>goes a step nearer the wretched +fugitive. </i>FAVETTA<i> leaves the circle and joins +her.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MONICA<br> +</p> + +<p> + How now! Are we, then, to remain here,<br> + With our baskets still on our heads loaded?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MARIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Sure it would be a terrible omen<br> + To put down on the ground here our baskets<br> + Before giving our offerings to them.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MARIA DI GIAVE<br> +</p> + +<p> + My daughter, may Saint Luke defend you!<br> + Saint Mark and Saint Matthew attend you!<br> + Grope for your scapulary round your neck hanging,<br> + Hold it closely and offer your prayer.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[SPLENDORE, <i>too, comes forward and joins +the sisters. The three girls stand before the +fugitive, who is still prostrate, panting and +trembling with fear.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + You are over sore-pressed, sister,<br> + And dusty and tired, you tremble.<br> + Weep no more, since now you are safe here.<br> + You are thirsty. Your drink is your tears.<br> + Will you drink of our water and wine? Your face bathe?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She takes a small bowl, draws water from +the earthen receptacle, and pours wine into it.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Are you of the valleys or elsewhere?<br> + Do you come from afar? And whither<br> + Do you now bend your steps, O woman!<br> + All desolate thus by the roadside!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Some malady ails you, unlucky one?<br> + A vow then of penitence made you?<br> + To the Incoronata were travelling?<br> + May the Virgin answer your prayers!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The fugitive lifts her head slowly and +cautiously, with her face still hidden in the +mantle.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA [<i>offering the bowl</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Will you drink, now, daughter of Jesus?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>From outside a noise is heard as of bare +feet shuffling in the yard and voices +murmuring. The stranger, again stricken with fear, +does not drink from the proffered bowl but +places it on the hearth and retires trembling to +the further corner of the chimney.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE UNKNOWN ONE<br> +</p> + +<p> + They are here, oh, they come! They are seeking<br> + For me! They will seize me and take me.<br> + For mercy's sake, answer not, speak not.<br> + They will go if they think the house empty,<br> + And do nothing evil; but if you<br> + Are heard, if you speak or you answer<br> + They will certainly know I have entered.<br> + They will open the door, force it open.<br> + With the heat and the wine they are frenzied,<br> + Mad dogs! and here is but one man,<br> + And many are they and all have their sickles,<br> + Their scythes.—Oh! for dear pity's sake,<br> + For the sake of these innocent maidens,<br> + For your sake, dear daughter of kindness! You, women holy!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE BAND OF REAPERS [<i>in chorus outside at the door</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + The dwelling of Lazaro! Surely<br> + Into this house entered the woman.<br> + —They have closed the door, they have barred it!<br> + —Look out for her there in the stubble.<br> + —Search well in the hay there, Gonzelvo.<br> + —Hah! Hah! In the dwelling of Lazaro,<br> + Right into the maw of the wolf. Hah! Hah!<br> + —O! Candia della Leonessa!<br> + Ho! all of you there! Are you dead?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> + [<i>They knock at the door.</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oh! Candia della Leonessa!<br> + Do you offer a shelter to harlots?<br> +</p> + +<p> + —Do you find that you need such temptation<br> + To still the fain flesh of your husband?<br> + —If the woman be there, I say, open!<br> + Open the door, good folks, give her to us<br> + And on a soft bed we will lay her.<br> + —Bring her out to us! Bring her out to us,<br> + For we only want to know her better.<br> + To the hay-cock, the hay-cock, the hay-cock!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>They knock and clamor. </i>ALIGI<i> moves +toward the door.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE UNKNOWN ONE [whispering imploringly]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Young man, O young man, pray have mercy!<br> + O have mercy! Do not open!<br> + Not for my sake, not mine, but for others,<br> + Since they will not seize now on me only,<br> + Since imbruted are they. You must hear it!—<br> + In their voices?—How now the fiend holds them?<br> + The bestial mad fiend of high noonday,<br> + The sweltering dog-days' infection.<br> + If they gain entry here, what can you do?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The greatest excitement prevails among +the women, but they restrain themselves.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CATALANA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ye see now to what shame we all are submitted,<br> + We women of peace here, for this woman,<br> + She who dares not show her face to us!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Open, Aligi, open the door there,<br> + But wide enough to let her pass out.<br> + Grip hold of her and toss her out there,<br> + Then close and bar the entrance, giving praises<br> + To Lord Jesus our salvation.<br> + And perdition overtake all wretches!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The shepherd turns toward the woman, +hesitating. </i>ORNELLA<i>, stepping forward, stops +his way; making a sign of silence, she goes +to the door.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Who is there? Who knocks at the door there?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + VOICES OF THE REAPERS [<i>outside, all confusedly</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + —Silence there! Hush up! Hush—sh! Hush—sh!<br> + —There is some one within who is speaking,<br> + —O Candia della Leonessa,<br> + Is it you who are speaking? Open! Open!<br> + —We are the reapers here of Norca,<br> + All the company are we of Cataldo.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I am not Candia. For Candia is busied now.<br> + Abroad is she since early morning.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + A VOICE<br> +</p> + +<p> + And you? Say who are you then?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I belong to Lazaro, Ornella,<br> + My father is Lazaro di Roio.<br> + But ye, say ye, why ye have come here?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + A VOICE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Open, we but want to look inside there.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Open, that I cannot. For my mother<br> + Locked me in here with her kindred<br> + Going out, for we are marrying.<br> + The betrothal we are having of my brother,<br> + Aligi, the shepherd, who is taking<br> + To wife here, Vienda di Giave.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + A VOICE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Did you then not let in a woman,<br> + But a short while ago, a woman frightened?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + A woman? Then in peace go away.<br> + Seek ye elsewhere to find her.<br> + O reapers of Norca! I return to my loom here,<br> + For each cast that is lost by my shuttle<br> + Will be lost and can never be gathered.<br> + God be with you to keep you from evil,<br> + O ye reapers of Norca! May he give you<br> + Strength for your work in the grain fields<br> + Till by evening you reach the end of your labor,<br> + And I, also, poor woman, the ending<br> + Of the breadth of this cloth I am weaving.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Suddenly at the side window two muscular +hands seize the iron bars and a brutal face peers +in.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE REAPER [<i>shouting in a loud voice</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ho! Captain! the woman is in there!<br> + She's inside! She's inside! The youngster<br> + Was fooling us here, yes, the youngster!<br> + The woman is in there! See, inside there,<br> + In the corner. I see her, I see her!<br> + And there too is the bride and the bridegroom,<br> + And the kindred who brought them their presents.<br> + This is the feast of the grain-pouring spousal.<br> + Ah, ho! Captain! A fine lot of girls there!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CHORUS OF REAPERS [<i>outside</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + —If the woman's within, we say, open!<br> + For you it is shame to protect her.<br> + —Send her out here! Send her out here!<br> + And we will give her some honey.<br> + —Ho! open there, open, you, and give her to us.<br> + —To the hay-cock with her, to the hay-cock.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>They clamor and shout. The women inside +are all confused and agitated. The +unknown one keeps in the shadow, shrinking close +to the wall, as if she sought to sink herself +in it.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CHORUS OF KINDRED<br> +</p> + +<p> + —O help us, O holy Virgin!<br> + Is this what the vigil gives us,<br> + The eve of Santo Giovanni?<br> + —What disgrace is this you give us,—what sorrow<br> + This that you give us, Beheaded one!—<br> + Just to-day of all days.<br> + —Candia, have you lost your reason?<br> + —O Candia, have you lost your senses?<br> + —Ornella, and all your sisters with you?<br> + —She was always a bit of a madcap.<br> + —Give her up to them, give her, give her<br> + To these hungry, ravening wolves!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE REAPER [<i>still holding the bars</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Shepherd Aligi, Oho! shepherd Aligi,<br> + Will you give, at your feast of espousal,<br> + A place to a sheep that is rotten,—<br> + A sheep that is mangy and lousy?<br> + Take care she infect not your sheepfold,<br> + Or give to your wife her contagion.<br> + O Candia della Leonessa,<br> + Know you whom in your home there you harbor,<br> + In your home there with your new-found daughter?<br> + The daughter of Jorio, the daughter<br> + Of the Sorcerer of Codra!<br> + She-dog roamer o'er mountains and valleys,<br> + A haunter of stables and straw-stacks,<br> + Mila the shameless? Mila di Codra.<br> + The woman of stables and straw-heaps,<br> + Very well known of all companies;<br> + And now it has come to be our turn,—<br> + The turn of the reapers of Norca.<br> + Send her out here, send her out here!<br> + We must have her, have her, have her!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ALIGI, <i>pale and trembling, advances toward +the wretched woman, who remains persistently +in the shadow; and pulling off her mantle, he +uncovers her face.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA DI CODRA<br> +</p> + +<p> + No! No! It is not true! A cruel lie!<br> + A cruel lie! Do not believe him,<br> + Do not believe what such a dog says!<br> + It is but the cursed wine speaking<br> + And out of his mouth bubbling evil.<br> + If God heard it, may He to poison<br> + Turn his black words, and he drown in 't!<br> + No! It is not true. A cruel lie!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The three sisters stop their ears while the +reaper renews his vituperations.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE REAPER<br> +</p> + +<p> + You shameless one! you are common,<br> + Well known are you as the ditches,<br> + The field-grass to dry straw turning,<br> + Under your body's sins burning,<br> + Men for your body have gambled<br> + And fought with pitchforks and sickles.<br> + Only wait just a bit for your man, Candia,<br> + And you'll see! He'll come back to you bandaged,<br> + For sure! From a fight with Rainero,<br> + A fight in the grain-field of Mispa,—<br> + For whom but for Jorio's daughter?<br> + And now you keep her in your home, here,<br> + To give her to your man Lazaro,<br> + To have him find her here all ready.<br> + Aligi! Vienda di Giave!<br> + Give up to her your bridal bedstead!<br> + And all ye women, go and scatter wheat-grains,—<br> + Upon her head the golden wheat-grains!<br> + We'll come back ourselves here with music,<br> + A little later and ask for the wine-jug.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The reaper jumps down and disappears +mid an outbreak of coarse laughter from the +others.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CHORUS OF REAPERS [<i>outside</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Hand us out the wine-jug. That's the custom,<br> + —The wine-jug, the wine-jug, and the woman!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ALIGI <i>stands rigid, with his eyes fixed upon +the floor, perplexed, still holding in his hand +the mantle he has taken.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O innocence, O innocence, of all these<br> + Young maidens here, you have heard not,<br> + The filthiness, you have heard not,<br> + Oh! Tell me you have heard not, heard not!—<br> + At least not you, Ornella, oh, no, not<br> + You who have wished to save me!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Do not go near her, Ornella! Or would you<br> + Have her ruin you? She, the daughter of the Sorcerer,<br> + Must to every one bring ruin.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + She comes to me because behind me<br> + She sees here weeping the silent angel—<br> + The guardian over my soul keeping vigil.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ALIGI <i>turns quickly toward </i>MILA<i> at these +words, and gazes at her fixedly.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MARIA CORA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oh! Oh! it is sacrilege! Sacrilege!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CINERELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ha! She has blasphemed, she has blasphemed,<br> + Against the heavenly angel.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FELAVIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + She will desecrate your hearthstone,<br> + Candia, unless hence you chase her.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Out with her, out, in good time, Aligi,<br> + Seize her, and out to the dogs toss her!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CATALANA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Well I know you, Mila di Codra,<br> + Well at Farne do they fear you,<br> + And well I know your doings.<br> + You brought death to Giovanna Cametra,<br> + And death to the son of Panfilo.<br> + You turned the head of poor Alfonso,<br> + Gave Tillura the evil sickness,<br> + Caused the death of your father, even,<br> + Who now in damnation damns you!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + May thou, God, protect his spirit<br> + And unto peace his soul gather.<br> + All! You it is who have blasphemed<br> + Against a soul that is departed<br> + And may your blaspheming speeches<br> + Fall on you, whenever death fronts you!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[CANDIA, <i>seated on one of the chests, is sad +and silent. Now she rises, passes through the +restless circle of women, and advances toward +the persecuted one, slowly, without anger.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CHORUS OF REAPERS<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ahey! Ahey! How long to wait?<br> + Have you come to an agreement?<br> + —Oh, I say, shepherd, ho! you shepherd,<br> + For yourself, then, do you keep her?<br> + —Candia, what if Lazaro come back now?<br> + —Is she then unwilling? But open,<br> + Open! A hand we will lend her.<br> + And meanwhile give us the wine-jug,<br> + The wine-jug, the wine-jug's the custom!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Another reaper peers in through the +grating.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE REAPER<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mila di Codra, come out here!<br> + For you that will be much the better.<br> + To try to escape us is useless,<br> + We'll seek now the oak-tree shady,<br> + And throw dice for the one to have you,<br> + That the chance for us all be equal,<br> + Now, we will not quarrel for you,<br> + As Lazaro did with Rainero,<br> + No, we'll have no useless bloodshed.<br> + But, now, if you don't come out here,<br> + Ere the last one turns up his dice-box,<br> + Then this door we all shall break open<br> + And carry things here with a free hand.<br> + You are warned now; best heed this your warning,<br> + Candia della Leonessa!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>He jumps down and the clamor is much +abated. The ringing of the village church bells +can be heard in the distance.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Woman, hear me. Lo, I am the mother<br> + Of these three innocent maidens,<br> + Also of this youth, the bridegroom.<br> + We were in peace in our home, here,<br> + In peace and in rest with God's favor,<br> + And blessing with home rites the marriage,<br> + You may see the wheat still in the baskets<br> + And in the blest loaf the fresh flower!<br> + You have entered in here and brought us<br> + Suddenly conflict and sorrow,<br> + Interrupted the kindred's giving,<br> + In our hearts sowing thoughts of dark omen,<br> + That have set my children weeping,<br> + And my bowels yearn and weep with them.<br> + All to chaff our good wheat grain is turning,<br> + And a worse thing still may follow.<br> + It is best for you to go now.<br> + Go thou with God, knowing surely<br> + He will help you, if you trust Him.<br> + Oh! There is cause for all this our sorrow.<br> + We would fain have desired your safety.<br> + Yet now, turn your steps hence, swiftly,<br> + So that none of this house need harm you.<br> + The door, this my son will now open.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The victim listens in humility with bent +head, pale and trembling. </i>ALIGI<i> steps toward +the door and listens. His face shows great +sorrow.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Christian mother, lo! the earth here<br> + I kiss where your feet have trodden,<br> + And I ask of you forgiveness.<br> + With my heart in my hand lying,<br> + In the palm of my hand, grieving,<br> + For this sorrow of my bringing.<br> + But I did not seek your dwelling:<br> + I was blinded, with fear blinded,<br> + And the Father, He, all-seeing,<br> + Led me here thus to your fireside,<br> + So that I, the persecuted,<br> + Might find mercy by your fireplace,<br> + Mercy making this day sacred.<br> + O have mercy! Christian mother.<br> + O have mercy! and each wheat grain<br> + Resting here within these hampers<br> + God will return a hundred-fold.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CATALANA [<i>whispering</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Listen not. Whoever listens<br> + Will be lost. The false one is she.<br> + Oh! I know! Her father gave her,<br> + To make her voice so sweet and gentle,<br> + Evil roots of secret magic.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Just see now how Aligi's spellbound!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MARIA CORA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Beware! beware! lest she give him<br> + Fatal illness. O Lord, save us!<br> + Have you not heard what all the reapers<br> + Have been saying about Lazaro?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MONICA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Shall we stay here then till vespers<br> + With these baskets on our heads thus?<br> + I shall put mine on the ground soon.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[CANDIA <i>gazes intently upon her son, who is +fastened upon </i>MILA<i>. Suddenly fear and rage +seize her, and she cries aloud.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Begone, begone, you sorcerer's<br> + Daughter! Go to the dogs! Begone!<br> + In my house remain no longer!<br> + Fling open the door, Aligi!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mother of Ornella,—Love's own mother,<br> + All, but not this, God forgiveth.<br> + Trample on me, God forgiveth,<br> + Cut off my hands, yet God forgiveth,<br> + Gouge out my eyes, pluck my tongue out,<br> + Tear me to shreds, yet God forgiveth,<br> + Strangle me, yet God forgiveth,<br> + But if you now (heed me, O heed me!<br> + While the bells are ringing for Santo Giovanni).<br> + If now you seize upon this body,—<br> + This poor tortured flesh signed in Christ's name,<br> + And toss it out there in that courtyard,<br> + In sight of these your spotless daughters,<br> + Abandoning it to sin of that rabble,<br> + To hatred and to brutal lusting,<br> + Then, O mother of Ornella,<br> + Mother of innocence in so doing,<br> + Doing that thing, God condemns you!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CATALANA<br> +</p> + +<p> + She was never christened, never,<br> + Her father was never buried<br> + In consecrated ground; under<br> + A thorn-bush he lies. I swear it.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Demons are behind you, woman!<br> + Black and foul and false your mouth is!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CATALANA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Candia, hear her, hear her,<br> + Curses heaping! But a little,<br> + And she'll drive you from your dwelling,<br> + And then all the reapers threatened<br> + Will most surely fall upon us.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA DI BOVA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Up, Aligi! Drag her out there!<br> + MARIA CORA<br> +</p> + +<p> + See you not how your Vienda,<br> + Your young bride, looks like one dying?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CINERELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + What kind of a man are you? Forsaken<br> + Thus of all force in your muscles?<br> + Is the tongue within your mouth, then,<br> + Dried and shrivelled that you speak not?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FELAVIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + You seem lost. How then? Did your senses<br> + Go astray afar off in the mountain?—<br> + Did you lose your wits down in the valley?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MONICA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Look! He hasn't let go of her mantle,<br> + Since the time he took it from her.<br> + To his fingers it seems rooted.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CATALANA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Do you think your son Aligi's<br> + Mind is going? Heaven help us!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, Aligi! You hear me?<br> + What ails you? Where are you? Gone are your senses?<br> + What is coming to birth in your heart, son?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Taking the mantle out of his hand, she +throws it to the woman.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + I myself will open the door; take her<br> + And push her out of here straightway.<br> + Aligi, to you I speak. You hear me?<br> + Ah! verily you have been sleeping<br> + For seven hundred hundred years,<br> + And all of us are long forgotten.<br> + Kindred! God wills my undoing.<br> + I hoped these last days would bring solace<br> + And that God would now give me repose,<br> + That less bitterness now need I swallow;<br> + But bitterness overpowers me.<br> + My daughters! Take ye my black mantle<br> + From out of the ancient chest there,<br> + And cover my head and my sorrows,<br> + Within my own soul be my wailing!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The son shakes his head, his face showing +perplexity and sorrow, and he speaks as one in +a dream.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + What is your will of me, mother?<br> + Unto you said I: "Ah! lay there<br> + Against both of the door-posts the ploughshare,<br> + The wain and the oxen, put sods there and stones there,<br> + Yea, the mountain with all of its snow-drifts."<br> + What did I say then? And how answered you?<br> + "Heed the waxen cross that is holy,<br> + That was blest on the Day of Ascension,<br> + And the hinges with holy water sprinkled."<br> + O, what is your will that I do? It was night still<br> + When she took the road that comes hither.<br> + Profound, then, profound was my slumber,<br> + O mother! although you had not mingled for me,<br> + The wine with the seed of the poppy.<br> + Now that slumber of Christ falls and fails me:<br> + And though well I know whence this proceedeth,<br> + My lips are yet stricken with dumbness.<br> + O woman! what then is your bidding?<br> + That I seize her here now by her tresses,—<br> + That I drag her out there in the courtyard,—<br> + That I toss her for these dogs to raven?<br> + Well! So be it! So be it!—I do so.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ALIGI <i>advances toward </i>MILA<i>, but she +shrinks within the fireplace, clinging for +refuge.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Touch me not! Oh! you, you are sinning,<br> + Against the old laws of the hearthstone—<br> + You are sinning the great sin that's mortal<br> + Against your own blood and the sanction<br> + Of your race, of your own ancient kinfolk.<br> + Lo! over the stone of the fireplace<br> + I pour out the wine that was given<br> + To me by your sister, in blood bound;<br> + So now if you touch me, molest me,<br> + All the dead in your land, in your country,<br> + All those of the long years forgotten,<br> + Generation to past generation,<br> + That lie underground eighty fathoms<br> + Will abhor you with horror eternal.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Taking the bowl of wine, </i>MILA<i> pours it +over the inviolate hearth. The women utter +fierce and frantic cries.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CHORUS OF KINDRED<br> +</p> + +<p> + O woe! She bewitches—bewitches the fireplace!<br> + —She poured with the wine there a mixture.<br> + I saw it, I saw her. 'T was stealthy!<br> + —O take her, O take her, Aligi,<br> + And force her away from the hearthstone.<br> + By the hair, O seize her, seize her!<br> + —Aligi, fear you naught, fear nothing,<br> + All her conjuring yet will be nothing.<br> + —Take her away and shiver the wine-bowl!<br> + Shiver it there against the andirons.<br> + —Break the chain loose and engirdle<br> + Her neck with it, three times twist it.<br> + —She has surely bewitched the hearthstone.<br> + -Woe! Woe for the house that totters!<br> + Ah! What lamenting will here be lamented!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CHORUS OF REAPERS<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oho there! All quarrelling, are you?<br> + We are waiting here and we 're watching.<br> + We have cast the dice, we know the winner.<br> + Bring her out to us, you shepherd!<br> + Yes, yes! Or the door we'll break down.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>They join in blows on the door and in +clamoring.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA DI BOVA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Hold on! Hold on! and have patience a little,<br> + But a little while longer, good menfolk.<br> + Aligi is taking her. Soon you will have her.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ALIGI, <i>like one demented, takes her by the +wrists, but she resists and tries to free herself.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + No! No! You are sinning, are sinning.<br> + Crush under your feet my forehead<br> + Or stun it with blows of your sheep-hook,<br> + And when I am dead toss me out there.<br> + No, no! God's punishment on you!<br> + From the womb of your wife serpents<br> + To you shall be born and brought forth.<br> + You shall sleep no more, no more,<br> + And rest shall forsake your eyelids,<br> + From your eyes tears of blood shall gush forth.<br> + Ornella, Ornella, defend me,<br> + Aid me, O thou, and have mercy!<br> + Ye sisters in Christ, do thou help me!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She frees herself and goes to the three +sisters, who surround her. Blind with rage and +horror, </i>ALIGI<i> lifts his hook to strike her on the +head. Immediately his three sisters begin to +cry and moan. This stops him at once; he lets +the hook fall on his knees and with open arms he +stares behind her.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mercy of God! O give me forgiveness!<br> + I saw the angel, silent, weeping.<br> + He is weeping with you, O my sisters!<br> + And at me he is gazing and weeping.<br> + Even thus shall I see him forever,<br> + Till the hour for my passing, yea! past it.<br> + I have sinned thus against my own hearth-stone,<br> + My own dead and the land of my fathers;<br> + It will spurn me and scorn me forever,<br> + Deny rest to my weary dead body!<br> + For my sins, sisters, purification,<br> + Seven times, seven times, I do ask it.<br> + Seven days shall my lips touch the ashes,<br> + And as many times more as the tears shed<br> + From your gentle eyes, O my sisters!<br> + Let the angel count them, my sisters,<br> + And brand on my heart all their number!<br> + It is thus that I ask you forgiveness.<br> + Before God thus I ask you, my sisters,<br> + Oh! pray you for brother Aligi,<br> + Who must now return to the mountain.<br> + And she who has suffered such shame here,<br> + I pray you console her, refresh her<br> + With drink, wipe the dust from her garments,<br> + Bathe her feet with water and vinegar.<br> + Comfort her! I wished not to harm her.<br> + Spurred on was I by these voices.<br> + And those who to this wrong have brought me<br> + Shall suffer for many days greatly.<br> + Mila di Codra! sister in Jesus,<br> + O give me peace for my offences.<br> + These flowerets of Santo Giovanni<br> + Off from my sheep-hook now do I take them<br> + And thus at your feet here I place them.<br> + Look at you I cannot. I'm shamefaced.<br> + Behind you I see the sad angel.<br> + But this hand which did you offence here,<br> + I burn in that fire with live embers.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Dragging himself on his knees to the +fireplace, he bends over and finds a burning ember. +Taking it with his left hand, he puts the point of +it in the palm of the right.</i>] +</p> + +<p class="capcenter"> +<a id="img-068"></a> +<br> +<img class="imgcenter" src="images/img-068.jpg" alt=""O GIVE ME PEACE FOR MY OFFENCES." <i>Act I.</i>"> +<br> +"O GIVE ME PEACE FOR MY OFFENCES." <i>Act I.</i> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + It is forgiven. No, no. Do not wound yourself.<br> + For me, I forgive you, and God shall receive<br> + Your penitent prayer. Rise up from the fire-place!<br> + One only, God only may punish;<br> + And He that hand hath given to you<br> + To guide your flocks to the pasture.<br> + And how then your sheep can you pasture<br> + If your hand is infirm, O Aligi?<br> + For me, in all humbleness, I forgive you,<br> + And your name I shall ever remember,<br> + Morn, eve, and midday shall my blessing<br> + Follow you with your flocks in the mountains.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CHORUS OF REAPERS [<i>outside</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + —Oho, there! Oho, there! How now?<br> + —What is the row? Do you fool us?<br> + —Ho! We'll tear down the door there.<br> + —Yes, yes! Take that timber, the plough-beam.<br> + —Shepherd, we'll not have you fool us.<br> + Now, now, that iron there, take it!<br> + Down with it! Crash down the door there!<br> + —Ho, shepherd Aligi! Now answer!<br> + One, then! Two! Three, and down goes it!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The heavy breathing of the men lifting the +timber and iron is heard.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + For you, for me, and for all my people,<br> + I make the sign of the cross!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Rising and going toward the door, he +continues.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Reapers of Norca! This door I open.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The men answer in a unanimous clamor. +The wind brings the sound of the bells. </i>ALIGI<i> +draws the bars and bolts and silently crosses +himself, then he takes down from the wall the +cross of wax and kisses it.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Women, God's servants, cross yourselves praying.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>All the women cross themselves and kneeling +murmur the litany.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + WOMEN [<i>together</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Kyrie eleison!<br> + Lord have mercy upon us!<br> + Christe eleison!<br> + Christ have mercy upon us!<br> + Eyrie eleison!<br> + Lord have mercy upon us!<br> + Christe audi nos!<br> + O Christ hear us!<br> + Christe exaudi nos!<br> + O Christ hearken unto us!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The shepherd then lays the cross on the +threshold between the hoe and the distaff and +opens the door. In the yard glittering in the +fierce sun the linen-clad reapers appear.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Brothers in Christ! Behold the cross<br> + That was blest on the Day of Ascension!<br> + I have placed it there on the threshold,<br> + That you may not sin against this gentle<br> + Lamb of Christ who here finds refuge,<br> + Seeking safety in this fireplace.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The reapers, struck silent and deeply +impressed, uncover their heads.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + I saw there standing behind her<br> + The angel who guards her, silent,<br> + These eyes that shall see life eternal<br> + Saw her angel that stood there weeping.<br> + Look, brothers in Christ, I swear it!<br> + Turn back to your wheat-fields and reap them,<br> + Harm you not one who has harmed you never!<br> + Nor let the false enemy beguile you<br> + Any longer with his potions.<br> + Reapers of Norca, heaven bless you!<br> + May the sheaves in your hands be doubled!<br> + And may Santo Giovanni's head severed<br> + Be shown unto you at the sunrise,<br> + If, for this, to-night you ascend the hill Plaia.<br> + And wish ye no harm unto me, the shepherd,<br> + To me, Aligi, our Saviour's servant!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The kneeling women continue the litanies, +</i>CANDIA<i> invoking, the others responding.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA and CHORUS OF THE KINDRED<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mater purissima, Mother of Purity,<br> + ora pro nobis. pray for us.<br> + Mater castissima, Mother of Chastity,<br> + ora pro nobis. pray for us.<br> + Mater inviolata, Mother Inviolate,<br> + ora pro nobis. pray for us.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The reapers bow themselves, touch the cross +with their hands and then touch their lips and +silently withdraw toward the glittering fields +outside, </i>ALIGI<i> leaning against the jamb of the +door following with his eyes their departure, +the silence meanwhile broken only by voices +coming from the country pathways outside.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FIRST VOICE<br> +</p> + +<p> + O! turn back, Lazaro di Roio.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANOTHER VOICE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Turn back, turn back, Lazaro!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The shepherd, startled and shading his +face with his hands, looks toward the path.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA and THE WOMEN<br> +</p> + +<p> + Virgo veneranda, Virgin venerated,<br> + Virgo predicanda, Virgin admonishing,<br> + Virgo potens, Virgin potential,<br> + ora pro nobis. pray for us.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Father, father, what is this? Why are you bandaged?<br> + Why are you bleeding, father? Speak out and tell me,<br> + O ye men of the Lord! Who wounded him?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[LAZARO <i>appears at the door with his head +bandaged, two men in white linen supporting +him. </i>CANDIA<i> stops praying, rises to her feet +and goes to the entrance.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Father, halt there! The cross lies there on the door-sill,<br> + You cannot pass through without kneeling down.<br> + If this blood be unjust blood you cannot pass through.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The two men sustain the tottering man +and he falls guiltily on his knees outside the +doorway.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O daughters, my daughters, 't was true then!<br> + O weep, my daughters! let mourning enfold us!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The daughters embrace their mother. The +kindred before rising put their hampers down +on the ground. </i>MILA<i> takes up her mantle and +still kneeling wraps herself up in it, hiding her +face. Almost creeping, she approaches the +door toward the jamb opposite that where +</i>ALIGI<i> leans. Silently and swiftly she rises and +leans against the wall, and stands there wrapt +and motionless, watching her chance to disappear.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0201"></a></p> + +<h3> +ACT II. +</h3> + +<p class="noindent"> +<i>A mountain cavern is seen partially +protected by rough boards, straw, and +twigs and opening wide upon a stony +mountain path. From the wide opening are +seen green pastures, snow-clad peaks, and +passing clouds. In the cavern are pallets made of +sheep-pelts, small, rude wooden tables, pouches +and skins, filled and empty, a rude bench for +wood turning and carving, with an axe upon +it, a draw-knife, plane, rasps, and other tools, +and near them finished pieces; distaffs, spoons +and ladles, mortars and pestles, musical +instruments, and candlesticks. A large block of the +trunk of a walnut tree has at its base the bark, +and above, in full relief, the figure of an angel +hewn into shape to the waist, with the two +wings almost finished. Before the image of +the Virgin in a depression of the cavern like a +niche, a lamp is burning. A shepherd's +bagpipe hangs close by. The bells of the sheep +wandering in the stillness of the mountain may +be heard. The day is closing and it is about +the time of the autumnal equinox.</i> +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +<i>The treasure-seeker, </i>MALDE<i>, and </i>ANNA +ONNA<i>, the old herb-gatherer, are lying asleep +on the pelts, in their rags. </i>COSMA<i>, the saint, +dressed in a long friar's frock, is also asleep, +but in a sitting posture with his arms clasped +about his knees and his chin bowed over on +them. </i>ALIGI<i> is seated on a little bench, intent +upon carving with his tools the walnut block. +</i>MILA DI CODRA<i> is seated opposite, gazing at +him.</i> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Bided mute the patron angel<br> + From the walnut woodblock carven,<br> + Deaf the wood stayed, secret, sacred,<br> + Saint Onofrio vouchsafed nothing.<br> +</p> + +<p> + Till said one apart, a third one<br> + (O have pity on us, Patron!)<br> + Till said one apart, the fair one,<br> + Lo! my heart all willing, waiting!<br> + Would he quaff a draught of marvel?<br> + Let him take my heart's blood, quaff it!<br> + But of this make no avowal,<br> + But of this make no revealing.<br> +</p> + +<p> + Suddenly the stump budded branches,<br> + Out of the mouth a branch sprang budding,<br> + Every finger budded branches,<br> + Saint Onofrio all grew green again!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She bends over to gather the chips and +shavings around the carved block.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Mila, this too is hewn from the stump of a walnut,<br> + Grow green will it, Mila?—Grow green again?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA [<i>still bent over</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + "Would he quaff a draught of marvel<br> + Let him take my heart's blood."<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Grow green will it, Mila?—Grow green again?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + "But of this make no avowal,<br> + But of this make no revealing."<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mila, Mila, let a miracle now absolve us!<br> + And may the mute patron angel grant us protection.<br> + 'T is for him that I work, but not with my chisel,<br> + Ah! for him do I work with my soul in my fingers!<br> + But what are you seeking? What have you lost there?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I but gather the shavings, that in fire we burn them<br> + With each a grain of pure incense being added.<br> + Make haste, then, Aligi, for the time is nearing.<br> + The moonlight of September fleeting, lessening;<br> + All of the shepherds now are leaving, departing,<br> + Some on to Puglia fare, some Romeward faring;—<br> + And whither then will my love his footsteps be turning?<br> + Wherever he journeys still may his pathway<br> + Go facing fresh pastures and springs, not winds keen and chilling,<br> + And of me may he think when the night overtakes him!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Romeward faring then shall go Aligi,<br> + Onward to Rome whither all roads are leading,<br> + His flock along with him to lofty Rome,<br> + To beg an indulgence of the Vicar,<br> + Of the Holy Vicar of Christ our Saviour,<br> + For he of all shepherds is the Shepherd.<br> + Not to Puglia land will go Aligi,<br> + But to our blest Lady of Schiavonia,<br> + Sending to her by Alai of Averna<br> + These two candlesticks of cypress wood, only,<br> + And with them merely two humble tapers,<br> + So she forget not a lowly sinner<br> + She, our Lady, who guardeth the sea-shore.<br> + Then when this angel shall be all finished,<br> + Aligi upon a mule's back will load it,<br> + And step by step will he wend on with it.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O hasten, O hasten! for the time is ripening.<br> + From the girdle downward very nearly<br> + Sunk in the wood yet and lost is the angel;<br> + The feet are held fast in the knots, the hands without fingers,<br> + The eyes with the forehead still level.<br> + You hastened indeed his wings to give him,<br> + Feather by feather, yet forth he flies not!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Gostanzo will aid me in this, the painter,<br> + Gostanzo di Bisegna; the painter is he<br> + Who tells stories on wood in color.<br> + Unto him I have spoken already,<br> + And he will give unto me fine colors.<br> + Perhaps, too, the good monks at the abbey,<br> + For a yearling, a little fine gold leaf<br> + For the wings and the bosom will give me.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O hasten! Hasten! The time is rip'ning,<br> + Longer than day is the night already,<br> + From the valley the shades rise more quickly,<br> + And unawares they shut down around us.<br> + Soon the eye will guide the hand no longer,<br> + And unsuccored of art will grope the blind chisel!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[COSMA <i>stirs in his sleep and moans. From +a distance the sacred songs of pilgrims crossing +the mountain are heard.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Cosma is dreaming. Who knows what he's dreaming!<br> + Listen, listen, the songs of the pilgrims<br> + Who across the mountain go journeying,<br> + May be to Santa Maria della Potenza,<br> + Aligi,—toward your own country,—toward<br> + Your own home, where your mother is sitting.<br> + And may be they will pass by very near,<br> + And your mother will hear, and Ornella,<br> + Mayhap, and they'll say: "These must be pilgrims<br> + Coming down from the place of the shepherds;<br> + And yet no loving token is sent us!"<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ALIGi <i>is bending over his work carving +the lower part of the block. Giving a blow +with the axe he leaves the iron in the wood and +comes forward anxiously.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! Why, why will you touch where the heart is hurting?<br> + Oh! Mila, I will speed on, overtake their cross-bearer<br> + And beg him bear onward my loving thoughts with them.<br> + And yet, Mila, yet—Oh! how shall I say it, Mila?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MELA<br> +</p> + +<p> + You will say: "O good cross-bearer, I prithee,<br> + If ye cross through the valley of San Biagio,<br> + Through the countryside called Acquanova,<br> + Ask ye there for the house of a woman<br> + Who is known as Candia della Leonessa,<br> + And stay ye your steps there, for there most surely<br> + Drink shall ye have to restore you, and may be<br> + Much beside given. Then stay there and say ye:<br> + 'Aligi, your son, sends unto you greeting,<br> + And to his sisters, and also the bride, Vienda,<br> + And he promises he will be coming<br> + To receive from your hands soon your blessing<br> + Ere in peace he depart on long travels.<br> + And he says, too, that he is set free now,<br> + From her—the evil one—during these late days;<br> + And he will be cause of dissension no longer,<br> + And he will be cause of lamenting no longer,<br> + To the mother, the bride, and the sisters.'"<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mila, Mila, what ill wind strikes you<br> + And stirs up your soul in you thus?—A wind sudden,<br> + A wind full of fearing! And on your lips dying,<br> + Your voice is; your blood your cheek is draining.<br> + And wherefore, tell me, should I be sending<br> + This message of falsehood to my mother?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + It is the truth, it is the truth, I tell you,<br> + O brother mine and dear to the sister,<br> + It is true what I say; as true is it<br> + That I have remained by you untainted,<br> + Like a sacred lamp before your faith burning,<br> + With immaculate love before you shining.<br> + It is the truth, it is the truth I tell you.<br> + And I say: Go, go, speed ye on your pathway<br> + And meet ye the cross-bearer so that he carry<br> + Your greetings of peace on to Acquanova.<br> + Now come is the hour of departure<br> + For the daughter of Jorio. And let it be so.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Yea, verily, you have partaken of honey, wild honey<br> + That your mind is thus troubled!<br> + And you would go whither? Oh, whither, Mila?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Pass on thither where all roads are leading.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! Will you come then with me? O, come with me!<br> + Though full long the journey, you also, Mila,<br> + Will I place on the mule's back and travel,<br> + Cherishing hope, toward Rome the eternal!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Needs be that I go the opposite way,<br> + With steps hurried, bereft of all hoping.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI [<i>turning impatiently to the sleeping old herb-woman</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Anna Onna! Up, arouse you! Go and find me<br> + Grains of black hellebore, hellebore ebon,<br> + To give back to this woman her senses.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O be not angry, Aligi, for if you are angry—<br> + For if you are also against me, how shall I live through<br> + This day till the evening? For behold, if you trample<br> + My heart beneath you, I shall gather it never again!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + And I to my home shall be turning never again,<br> + If not with you, O daughter of Jorio,<br> + Mila di Codra, my own by the Sacrament!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, can I cross the very threshold<br> + Whereon once the waxen cross was lying,<br> + Where a man once appeared who was bloody?<br> + And unto whom said the son of this man:<br> + "If this blood be unjust blood you cannot pass through"?<br> + High noonday 't was then, the eve of the day<br> + Of Santo Giovanni, and harvest day.<br> + Now in peace on that wall hangs the idle sickle;<br> + Now at rest lies the grain in the granary;<br> + But of that sorrow's sowing the seeds are still growing.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[COSMA <i>moves in his sleep and moans.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Know you, then, one who shall lead you by the hand thither!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA [<i>crying out in his sleep</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + O do not unbind him! No, no, do not unbind him!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The saint, stretching his arms, lifts up his +face from his knees.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Cosma, Cosma, what are you dreaming? Tell your dreaming!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[COSMA <i>wakens and rises.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + What have you been seeing? Tell your seeing!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + The face of Fear was turned full upon me.<br> + I have beheld it. But I may not tell it.<br> + Every dream that cometh of God must be chastened<br> + From the fire of it first before giving.<br> + I have beheld it. And I shall speak, surely.<br> + Yet not now, lest I speak the name vainly<br> + Of my Lord and my God, lest I judge now<br> + While my darkness is still overpowering.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Cosma, thou art holy. Many a year<br> + Have you bathed in the melting snow water,<br> + In the water o'erflowing the mountain,<br> + Quenching your thirst in the clear sight of Heaven,<br> + And this day you have slept in my cavern,<br> + On the sheep-skin that's steamed well in sulphur<br> + So the spirit of evil must shun it.<br> + In your dreaming now you have seen visions,<br> + And the eye of the Lord God is on you.<br> + Help me then with your sure divination!<br> + Now to you I shall speak. You will answer.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + All unready am I in wisdom,<br> + Nor have I, O youth, understanding<br> + Of so much as the stone in the path of the shepherd.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Cosma, man of God, heed me and listen!<br> + I implore by the angel in that block enfolded,<br> + Who has no ears to hear and vet heareth!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Simple words speak ye, O shepherd,<br> + And repose not your trust in me,<br> + But in the holy truth only.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[MALDE<i> and </i>ANNA ONNA<i> awaken and lean +upon their elbows listening.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Cosma, this, then, is the holy truth:<br> + I turned from the mountain and Puglia valley<br> + With my flock on the day Corpus Domini,<br> + And after I found for my flock good shelter<br> + I went to my home for my three days' resting.<br> + And I find there in my house my mother<br> + Who says unto me: "Son of mine, a companion<br> + For you have I found." Then say I: "Mother,<br> + I ever obey your commandments." She answered:<br> + "'T is well. And lo! here is the woman."<br> + We were espoused. And the kindred gathered,<br> + Escorting the bride to our threshold.<br> + Aloof I stood like a man on the other<br> + Bank of a river, seeing all things as yonder,<br> + Afar, past the water flowing between,<br> + The water that flows everlastingly.<br> + Cosma, this was on a Sunday. And mingled<br> + With my wine was no seed of the poppy.<br> + Why then, notwithstanding, did slumber profound<br> + My heart all forgetting o'erpower?<br> + I believe I slept years seven hundred.<br> + We awoke on the Monday belated.<br> + Then the loaf of the Bridal my mother<br> + Broke over the head of a weeping virgin.<br> + Untouched had she lain by me. The kindred<br> + Came then with their wheat in their hampers.<br> + But mute stayed I wrapped up in great sadness.<br> + As one in the shadow of death I was dwelling.<br> + Behold now! on a sudden, all trembling,<br> + There appeared in our doorway this woman,<br> + Hard pursuing and pressing her, reapers,—<br> + Hounds! that wanted to seize her and have her.<br> + Then implored she and pleaded for safety.<br> + But not even one of us, Cosma,<br> + Moved, except one, my sister, the littlest,<br> + Who dared rush to the door and bar it.<br> + And lo, now by those dogs was it shaken,<br> + With uttering of curses and threat'ning.<br> + And in hatred against this sad creature<br> + Were their foul mouths unleashed and barking.<br> + To the pack would the women have tossed her,<br> + But she trembling still by the hearthstone,<br> + Was pleading us not to make sacrifice of her.<br> + I, too, myself, seized her with hatred and threat'ning,<br> + Though it seemed to me, then, I was dragging<br> + At my own very heart, the heart of my childhood.<br> + She cried out, and above her head I lifted<br> + My sheep-hook to strike her.<br> + Then wept my sisters!<br> + Then behind her beheld I the angel weeping!<br> + With these eyes, O saint, the angel watching and weeping mutely.<br> + Down on my knees fell I,<br> + Imploring forgiveness. And then to punish<br> + This, my hand, I took up from the fireplace<br> + A burning ember.<br> + "No, do not burn it,"<br> + She cried aloud,—this woman cried to me.<br> + —O Cosma! saint holy, with waters from snow-peaks<br> + Purified are you, dawning by dawning;<br> + You, too, woman, who know all herbs growing<br> + For the healing of flesh that is mortal,<br> + Yea, all virtue of roots that are secret;<br> + —Malde, you, too, with that branch of yours forking<br> + May fathom where treasure is hidden,<br> + Entombed at the feet of the dead now dead<br> + For a hundred years, or a thousand—true is it?—<br> + In the depths of the depths of the heart of the mountain.<br> + Of ye then, I ask, of ye who can hear<br> + The deep things within that come from afar,<br> + Whence came that voice,—O from what far distance<br> + That came and that spake so Aligi should hear it?<br> + (Oh, answer ye me!)—When she said unto me:<br> + "And how then your flocks can you pasture<br> + If your hand is infirm, O Aligi?"<br> + Ah! with these her words did she gather<br> + My soul from my body within me,<br> + Even as you, O woman, gather your simples!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[MILA <i>weeps silently.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA ONNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + There's an herb that is red and called Glaspi,<br> + And another is white called Egusa,<br> + And the one and the other grow up far apart,<br> + But their roots grope together and meet<br> + Underneath the blind earth, and entwine<br> + So closely that sever them never could ever<br> + Santa Lucia. Their leaves are diverse,<br> + But one and the same is their seven years' flower.<br> + But all this is their record in records.<br> + It is Cosma who knoweth the power of the Lord.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Heed me then, Cosma! The slumber of forgetfulness<br> + Was by Commandment sent to my pillow.<br> + By whom? Closed by the hand of Innocence<br> + Was the door of Safety. Came to me the apparition—<br> + The Angel of Counsel. And out of the word<br> + Of her mouth was created the pledge eternal.<br> + Who then was my wife, before ever<br> + Good wheat, holy loaf, or fair flower?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O shepherd Aligi! God's are the just steelyards of Justice.<br> + God's only is the just balance of Justice.<br> + Notwithstanding, O take ye counsel,<br> + From the Angel of Counsel, who gave you your surety.<br> + Yea, take pledge of him for this stranger.<br> + But she left untouched, where is she?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + For the sheepstead I left after vespers,<br> + On the eve of Santo Giovanni.<br> + At daybreak<br> + I found myself wending above Capracinta.<br> + On the crest I awaited the sunrise,<br> + And I saw in the disc of its blazing<br> + The bleeding head that was severed.<br> + To my sheepfold<br> + Then came I,—and again I began—guarding my sheep—to suffer<br> + For me seemed that sleep still overwhelmed me,<br> + And my flock on my life's force was browsing.<br> + Oh! why still was my heart heavy laden?<br> + O Cosma! first saw I the shadow,<br> + Then the figure, there, there, at the entrance,<br> + On the morning of San Teobaldo.<br> + On the rock out there was sitting this woman,<br> + And she did not arise for she could not,<br> + So sore were her feet and bleeding.<br> + Said she: "Aligi,<br> + Do you know me?"<br> + I answered: "Thou art Mila."<br> + And no word more we spoke, for no more were we<br> + Twain. Nor on that day were contaminated<br> + Nor after, ever.<br> + I speak but the truth.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O shepherd Aligi! You have verily lighted<br> + A holy lamp in your darkness.<br> + Yet it is not enkindled in limits appointed,<br> + Chosen out of old time by your fathers.<br> + You have moved farther off the Term Sacred.<br> + How then if the lamp were spent and were quenched?<br> + For wisdom is in man's heart a well-spring<br> + Profound; but only the pure man may draw of its waters.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Now pray I great God that He place upon us<br> + The seal of the Sacrament eternal!<br> + See ye this that I do? Not hand but soul<br> + Is carving this wood in the similitude<br> + Of the Angel apparition. I began<br> + On the Day of Assumption. Rosary time<br> + Shall it be finished. This my design is:<br> + On to Rome with my flock I shall wander,<br> + And along with me carry my Angel,<br> + On mule-back laden. I will go to the Holy Father,<br> + In the name of San Pietro Celestino,<br> + Who upon Mount Morrone did penance.<br> + I shall go to the Shepherd of shepherds,<br> + With this votive offering, humbly imploring<br> + Indulgence, that the bride, yet untouched, may return<br> + To her mother, set free thus and blameless;<br> + Then as mine I may cherish this stranger,<br> + Who knows well how to weep all unheeded.<br> + So now I ask this of your deep-reaching wisdom,<br> + Cosma; will this grace unto me be conceded?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + All the ways of mankind appear the direct ways<br> + To man: but the Lord God is weighing heart-secrets.<br> + High the walls, high the walls of man's stronghold,<br> + Huge are its portals of iron; and around and around it<br> + Heavy the shade of tombs where grass grows pallid.<br> + Let not your lamb browse upon that grass grown pallid,<br> + O shepherd Aligi, best question the mother.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + A VOICE [<i>calling outside</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Cosma, Cosma! If you are within, come forth!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Who is calling for me? Did you hear a voice calling?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE VOICE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Come forth, Cosma, by the blood that is holy!<br> + O Christian brothers, the sign of the cross make ye!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Behold me. Who calls me? Who wants me?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>At the mouth of the cavern two shepherds +appear, wearing sheep-skin coats, holding a +gaunt and sickly youth whose arms are bound +to his body with several turns of a rope.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FIRST SHEPHERD<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Christian brothers! The sign of the cross make ye!<br> + May the Lord from the enemy keep you!<br> + And to guard well the door say a prayer.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SECOND SHEPHERD<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Cosma, this youth is possessed of a demon.<br> + Now for three days the devil has held him.<br> + Behold, O behold how he tortures him now.<br> + He froths at the mouth, turning livid and shrieking.<br> + With strong ropes we needed to tie and bind him<br> + To bring him to you. You who freed before now<br> + Bartolomeo dei Cionco ala Petrara, do you,<br> + O wise man of mercy, do you this one also<br> + Liberate! Force now the demon to leave him!<br> + O chase him away from him, cure him and heal him!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + What is his name and the name of his father?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FIRST SHEPHERD<br> +</p> + +<p> + Salvestro, di Mattia di Simeone.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Salvestro, how then, you will to be healed?<br> + Be of good heart, my son, O be trustful!<br> + Lo! I say unto you, fear not!<br> + And ye<br> + Wherefore have ye bound him? Let him be free!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SECOND SHEPHERD<br> +</p> + +<p> + Come with us then to the chapel, Cosma.<br> + There we can let him be free. He would flee away, here.<br> + He is frantic always, for escape ever ready.<br> + And sudden to take it. He's frothing. Come on then!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + That will I, God helping. Be of good heart, my son!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The two shepherds carry the youth off. +</i>MALDE<i> and </i>ANNA ONNA<i> follow them for +awhile, then halt, gazing after them, </i>MALDE<i> +with a forked olive branch with a small ball of +wax stuck on at the larger end, the old woman +leaning on her crutch and with her bag of +simples hanging in front. Finally they also +disappear from sight. The saint from the +doorway turns back toward his host.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I go in God's peace, shepherd Aligi.<br> + For the comfort I found in your cavern,<br> + May you be blessed! Lo! now they called unto me<br> + And therefore I answered. Before you may enter<br> + Upon your new way, the old laws well consider.<br> + Who will change the old ways shall be winnowed.<br> + See ye guard well your father's commandment.<br> + See ye heed well your mother's instruction.<br> + Hold them ever steadfast in your bosom.<br> + And God guide your feet, that you may not be taken<br> + In lariats nor into live embers stumble!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Cosma, quite well have you heard me? That I remain sinless.<br> + Never I tainted myself but kept good faith,<br> + Quite well have you heard of the sign God Almighty<br> + Has revealed me and sent here unto me?<br> + I await what will come, my flesh mortifying.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I say unto you: Best question your parents<br> + Ere you lead to your roof-tree this stranger.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + A VOICE [<i>calling from outside</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Cosma, don't delay longer! Surely 't will kill him.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + COSMA [<i>turning to</i> MILA]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Peace unto you, woman! If good be within you<br> + Let it pour forth from you like tears falling<br> + Without being heard. I may soon return.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + I come. I follow. Not all have I told you.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, 't is true: not all are you telling!<br> + Go to the roadside. The cross-bearer watch for<br> + And implore him to carry the message.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The saint goes off over the pasture land. +The singing of the pilgrims is heard from time +to time.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, Aligi: Not all did we tell!<br> + Yet better it were that my mouth were choked up,<br> + Better that stones and that ashes<br> + Held me speechless. Hear then this only<br> + From me, Aligi. I have done you no evil;<br> + And none shall I do you. Healed and restored now<br> + Are my feet. And I know well the pathways.<br> + Now arrived is the hour of departure<br> + For the daughter of Jorio. Now then so be it!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + I know not, you know not what hour may be coming.<br> + Replenish the oil in our lamp of the Virgin,<br> + Take the oil from the skin. Some yet is within<br> + And wait for me here. I seek the cross-bearer,<br> + Right well what to say unto him know I.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, brother of mine! Give me your hand, now!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mila, the road is but there, not far away.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Give me that hand of yours, so I may kiss it.<br> + 'T is the drop that I yield to my thirst.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI [<i>coming closer</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + With the ember I wanted to burn it, Mila,<br> + This sinful hand that sought to offend you.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + All that I forget. I am only the woman<br> + You found on the rock there seated,<br> + By who knows what roads coming hither!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI [<i>coming again close</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Upon your face your tears are not drying,<br> + Dear woman. A tear is now staying<br> + On the eyelashes, while you speak trembles, and falls not.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Over us hovers deep stillness. Aligi, just listen!<br> + Hushed is the singing. With the grasses and snow-peaks<br> + We are alone, brother mine, we are alone.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mila, now you are unto me as you first were<br> + Out there on the rock, when you were all smiling,<br> + With your eyes all shining, your feet all bleeding.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And you,—you,—are you not now the one who was kneeling,—<br> + Who the flowrets of Santo Giovanni<br> + Put down on the ground? Ah! by one were they gathered<br> + Who bears them yet, wears them yet—in her scapulary.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mila, there is in your voice a vibration<br> + That while it consoles me, it saddens.<br> + As even October, when, all my flocks with me,<br> + I border the bordering stretches of seashore.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + To border them with you, the shore and the mountain<br> + Ah! I would that that fate were my fate evermore.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + O my love, be preparing for such wayfaring!<br> + Though the road there be long, for that is Love strong.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, I'd pass there through fires ever flaming,<br> + Onward still wending by roads never ending.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + To cull on the hill-top the blue gentian lonely,<br> + On the seashore only the star-fish flower.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + There on my knees would I drag myself on,<br> + Placing them down on the tracks you were marking.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Think, too, of the places to rest when the night should o'ertake us,<br> + And the mint and the thyme that would be your pillows.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I cannot think. No. Yet give leave this one night more<br> + That I live with you, here, where you are here breathing,<br> + That I hear you asleep and be with you,<br> + And over you keep, like your dogs, faithful vigil!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + O, you know, O, you know what must await us.<br> + How with you must I ever divide the bread, salt, and water.<br> + And so shall I share with you also the pallet,<br> + Unto death and eternity. Give me your hands!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>They grasp each other's hands, gazing +into each other's eyes.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! we tremble, we tremble. You are frigid,<br> + Aligi. You are blanching. O whither<br> + Is flowing the blood your face loses?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She frees herself and touches his face with +both hands.</i>] +</p> + +<p class="capcenter"> +<a id="img-111"></a> +<br> +<img class="imgcenter" src="images/img-111.jpg" alt="MILA DI CODRA AND ALIGI. <i>Act II.</i>"> +<br> +MILA DI CODRA AND ALIGI. <i>Act II.</i> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Mila, Mila, I hear a great thundering,<br> + All the mountain is shaking and sinking,<br> + Where are you? Where are you? All is veiled.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>He stretches out his hand toward her as +one tottering. They kiss each other. They +fall down upon their knees, facing each other.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Have mercy upon us, blessed Virgin!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Have mercy upon us, O Christ Jesus!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>A deep silence follows.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + A VOICE [<i>outside</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Shepherd, ho! You are wanted, and in a hurry.<br> + A black sheep has broken his shank.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ALIGI <i>rises totteringly and goes toward +the entrance.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + You are wanted at once and must hurry,<br> + And there is a woman I know not.<br> + On her head is a basket. For you she is asking.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ALIGI <i>turns his head and looks toward +</i>MILA<i> with an all-embracing glance. She is +still on her knees.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI [<i>in a whisper</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mila, replenish the oil in our lamp of the Virgin,<br> + So it go not out. See, it barely is burning.<br> + Take the oil from the skin. Some yet is within.<br> + And await me. I only must go to the sheep-fold.<br> + Fear nothing, for God is forgiving.<br> + Because we trembled will Mary forgive us.<br> + Replenish the oil and pray her for mercy.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>He goes out into the fields.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Holy Virgin! Grant me this mercy:<br> + That I may stay here with my face to earth bowed,<br> + Cold here, that I may be found dead here,<br> + That I may be removed hence for burial.<br> + No trespass there was in thine eyesight.<br> + No trespass there was. For Thou unto us wert indulgent.<br> + The lips did no trespass. (To bear witness<br> + There wert Thou!) The lips did no trespass.<br> + So under Thine eyes I may die here, die here!<br> + For strength have I none to leave here, O Mother!<br> + Yet remain with him here Mila cannot!<br> + Mother clement! I was never sinful,<br> + But a well-spring tramped on and trodden.<br> + Shamed have I been in the eyes of Heaven,<br> + But who took away from my memory<br> + This shame of mine if not Thou, Mary?<br> + Born anew then was I when love was born in me.<br> + Thou it was willed it, O faithful Virgin!<br> + All the veins of this new blood spring from afar,<br> + Spring from far off, from the far, far away,<br> + From the depths of the earth where she rests,<br> + She who nourished me once in days long ago, long ago.<br> + Let it also be she who bears now for me witness<br> + Of innocency! Madonna, Thou also bore witness!<br> + The lips did no trespass here now (Thou wert witness),<br> + No, there was none in the lips, no, in the lips there was none.<br> + And if I trembled, O let me bear that trespass,<br> + Bear ever that tremor with me beyond!<br> + Here I close up within me my eyes with my fingers.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>With the index and middle finger of each +hand she presses her eyes, bowing her head to +the earth.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Death do I feel. Now do I feel it draw closer.<br> + The tremor increaseth. Yet not the heart ceaseth.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Rising impetuously.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Ah, wretch that I am, that which was told me<br> + To do, I did not, though thrice did he say it:<br> + "Replenish the oil." And lo! now 't is dying!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She goes toward the oil-skin hanging from +a beam, with her eye still watching the dying +flame, endeavoring to keep it alive with the +murmured prayer:</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum.<br> + (Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord be with thee.)<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Opening the skin, it flattens in her hands. +She searches for the flask to draw off the oil, +but is able to get but one or two drops.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + 'T is empty! 'T is empty! But three drops, Virgin,<br> + For my unction extreme prithee be given me,<br> + But two for my hands, for my lips the other,<br> + And all for my soul, all the three!<br> + For how can I live when back he returns here,<br> + What can I say, Mother, what can I say?<br> + Surely then he will see, or ere he see me,<br> + How the lamp has gone out. If my loving<br> + Sufficed not to keep the flame burning,<br> + How pale unto him will this love of mine, Mother, appear!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Again she tries the skin, looking again for +other receptacles, upsetting everything and +still murmuring prayers.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Cause it to burn, O Mother intrepid!<br> + But a little while longer, as much longer only<br> + As an Ave Maria, a Salve<br> + Regina, O Mother of Mercy, of Pity!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>In the frenzy of her search she goes to +the entrance and hears a step and catches sight +of a shadow. She calls aloud.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + O woman, good woman, Christian sister,<br> + Come you hither! and may the Lord bless you!<br> + Come you hither! For mayhap the Lord sends you.<br> + What bear you in your basket? If a little<br> + Oil, oh, then of your charity, give me a little!<br> + Pray enter and take of all these your free choice,<br> + These ladles, spindles, mortars, distaffs, any!<br> + For need that there is here for Our Lady,<br> + To replenish the oil in her lamp there hanging<br> + And not to quench it; if through me it be quenched,<br> + I shall lose sight of the way to Heaven.<br> + Christian woman, grasp you my meaning?<br> + Will you to me do this loving kindness?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The woman appears at the entrance, her +head and face covered with a black mantle. +She takes down the basket from her head +without a word and placing it on the ground +removes the cloth, takes out the phial of oil and +offers it to </i>MILA.] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! be thou blessed, be thou blessed! Lord God<br> + Reward thee on earth, and in Heaven also!<br> + You have some! You have some! In mourning are you;<br> + But the Madonna will grant it to you<br> + To see again the face of your lost one,—<br> + All for this deed of your charity done me.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She takes the phial and turns anxiously +to go to the dying lamp.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Ah! perdition upon me! 'T is quenched.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The phial falls from her hand and breaks. +For a few seconds she remains motionless, +stunned with the terrible omen. The woman +leaning down to the spilled oil touches it with +her fingers and crosses herself. </i>MILA<i> regards +the woman with utter sadness and the resignation +of despair makes her voice hollow and slow.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Pardon me, pardon, Christian pilgrim,<br> + This your charity turned to nothing.<br> + The oil wasted, broken in pieces the phial,<br> + Misfortune upon me befallen.<br> + Tell me what choose you? All these things here<br> + Were fashioned out thus by the shepherd.<br> + A new distaff and with it a spindle<br> + Wish you? Or wish you a mortar and pestle?<br> + Tell me, I pray. For nothing know I any more.<br> + I am one of the lost in the earth beneath.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CLOAKED ONE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Daughter of Jorio! I have come unto you,<br> + To you, bringing here, thus, this basket,<br> + So I a boon may beseech of you.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! heavenly voice that I ever<br> + In the deeps of my soul have been hearing!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CLOAKED ONE<br> +</p> + +<p> + To you come I from Acquanova.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ornella, Ornella art thou!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ORNELLA <i>uncovers her face.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + The sister am I of Aligi;<br> + The daughter am I of Lazaro.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I kiss your two feet with humility,<br> + That have carried you here to me<br> + So that again your dear face I behold<br> + This hour, this last hour of my mortal suffering.<br> + To give me pity you were the first one,<br> + You are now, too, the last one, Ornella!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + If I was the first, penitence<br> + Great I have suffered. I am telling<br> + The truth to you, Mila di Codra.<br> + And still is my suffering bitter.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oh! your voice in its sweetness is quivering.<br> + In the wound doth the knife that hurts quiver.<br> + And much more, ah! more doth it quiver<br> + And you do not yet know that, Ornella!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + If only you knew this my sorrow!<br> + If only you knew how much sadness<br> + The small kindness I did for you caused me!<br> + From my home that is left desolated<br> + I come, where we weep and are perishing.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Why thus are you vested in mourning?<br> + Who is dead then? You do not answer.<br> + Mayhap—mayhap—the newly come sister?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! She is the one you wish perished!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + No, no. God is my witness. I feared it,<br> + And the fear of it seized me within me.<br> + Tell me, tell me. Who is it? Answer,<br> + For God's sake and for your own soul's sake!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Not one of us yet has been taken;<br> + But all of us there are still mourning<br> + The dear one who leaves us abandoned<br> + And gives himself up to his ruin.<br> + If you could behold the forsaken one,<br> + If our mother you could but behold,<br> + You would quiver indeed. Unto us<br> + Come is the Summer of blackness, come is<br> + The Autumn bitter, oppressive,<br> + And never a circling twelvemonth's season<br> + Could be unto us so saddening. Surely,<br> + When I shut to the door to help you and save you<br> + And gave myself up to my ruin,<br> + You did not then seem to me so unfeeling,—<br> + You who implored for compassion's sake,—<br> + You who sought my name of me<br> + That you might in your blessings whisper it!<br> + But since then my name is shadowed in shame.<br> + Every night, every day in our household,<br> + I am railed upon, shunned, cast away.<br> + They single me out. They, pointing, cry out:<br> + "Lo! that is the one, behold her,<br> + Who put up the bars of the entrance<br> + So that evil within might stay safely<br> + And hide at its ease by the hearthstone."<br> + I cannot stay longer. Thus say I: "Far rather<br> + Hew at me, all, with your knife-blades<br> + And carve me to shreds and cut me!" This now<br> + Is your blessing, Mila di Codra!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + It is just, it is just that you<br> + Strike me thus! Just is it that you<br> + Make my lips drink thus deep of this bitterness!<br> + With such sorrow be accompanied<br> + All these my sins to the world that's beyond!<br> + Mayhap, mayhap, then, the stones and the heather<br> + And the stubble, the woodblock dumb, unfeeling,<br> + Shall speak for me,—the angel here silent,<br> + That your brother is calling to life in the block there,<br> + And the Virgin bereft of her lamplight.<br> + These shall all speak for me: but I—I—shall speak not!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Dear woman, indeed how around you<br> + Your soul is your body's vestment,<br> + And how I may touch it, outstretching<br> + Towards you thus my hand with all faith.<br> + How then did you do so much evil<br> + To harm us so much—us—God's people?<br> + If you could behold our Vienda,<br> + Quiver, indeed, would you. For shortly the skin will<br> + Over the bones part in twain for its dryness,<br> + And the lips of her mouth are grown whiter<br> + Than within her white mouth her white teeth are;<br> + So that when the first rain came falling,<br> + Saturday, Mamma, seeing her, said of her,<br> + Weeping: "Lo, now! Lo, now! she will be leaving,<br> + She will break with the moisture and vanish."<br> + Yet my father laments not; his bitterness<br> + He chews upon hard without weeping.<br> + Envenomed within him the iron,<br> + The wound in his flesh is like poison<br> + (San Cresidio and San Rocca guard us!)<br> + The swelling leaves only the mouth free<br> + To bark at us daily and nightly.<br> + In his frenzy his curses were fearful,—<br> + The roof of the house with them shaking,<br> + And with them our hearts quaking. Dear woman,<br> + Your teeth are chattering. Have you the fever,<br> + That you shiver thus and you tremble?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Always at twilight and sunset,<br> + A tremor of cold overtakes me<br> + Not strong am I in the nights on the mountain,<br> + We light fires at this time in the valley,<br> + But speak on and heed not my suffering.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Yesterday, by chance, I discovered<br> + He had it in mind to climb up here,—<br> + This mountain to climb, to the sheepstead.<br> + I failed through the evening to see him,<br> + And my blood turned cold within me.<br> + So then I made ready this basket,<br> + And in this my sisters aided me,—<br> + We are three who are born of one mother,—<br> + All three of us born marked with sorrow;<br> + And this morning I left Acquanova,<br> + I crossed by the ferry the river,<br> + And the path to the mountain ascended.<br> + Ah! you dear, dear creature of Jesus!<br> + With what illness now are you taken?<br> + How can I bear all this sorrow?<br> + What can I be doing for you?<br> + You far more violently tremble<br> + Than when you sought our fireplace<br> + And the pack of the reapers were hunting you.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And since—Oh! since have you seen him? Know you<br> + If yet he has come to the sheepstead?<br> + Be certain, Ornella, be certain!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Not again have I seen him. Nor yet<br> + Do I know if he came up the mountain,—<br> + Since much did he have for the doing<br> + At Gionco. Perhaps he came not.<br> + So do not be frightened! But hear me,<br> + And heed me. For your soul's sake,<br> + To save it, now, Mila di Codra,<br> + Repent ye and take ye, I prithee,<br> + Away from us this evil doing!<br> + Restore us Aligi, and may God go with you,<br> + And may He have mercy upon you!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Dear sister of Aligi! Content am I,—<br> + Yea, always to hear and to heed you.<br> + Just is it that you strike me,—<br> + Me, the sinful woman, me, the sorcerer's<br> + Daughter, the witch who is shameless,—<br> + Who for charity supplicated<br> + The journeying pilgrim of Jesus<br> + But a little oil to give her<br> + To feed her sacred lamp-flame!<br> + Perhaps behind me the Angel is weeping<br> + Again as before; and the stones perhaps<br> + Will speak for me, but I—shall speak not—<br> + Shall speak not. But this say I only<br> + In the name of sister, and if I say not<br> + In truth, may my mother arise<br> + From her grave, my hair grasping,<br> + And cast me upon the black earth, bearing<br> + Witness against her own daughter.<br> + Only say I: I am sinless before your brother,<br> + Before the pallet of your brother clean am I!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Omnipotent God! A miracle dost Thou!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + But this is the loving of Mila.<br> + This is but my love, Ornella.<br> + And more than this I shall speak not.<br> + Contented am I to obey you.<br> + All paths knows the daughter of Jorio,<br> + Already her soul ere your coming<br> + Had started,—ere now, O Innocent One!<br> + Do not distrust me, O sister<br> + Of Aligi, for no cause is there.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Firm as the rock my faith is in you.<br> + Brow unto brow have I seen in you<br> + Truth. And the rest lies in darkness,<br> + That I, poor one, may not fathom.<br> + But I kiss your feet here humbly,<br> + The feet that know well the pathways.<br> + And my silent love and pity<br> + Will companion you on your journey.<br> + I will pray that the steps of your pathway<br> + Be lessened, the pain of them softened.<br> + And the pain that I feel and I suffer<br> + On your head I shall lay it no longer.<br> + No more shall I judge your misfortunes,<br> + No more shall I judge of your loving,<br> + Since before my dear brother sinless<br> + Are you, in my heart I shall call you<br> + My sister, my sister in exile. At dawning<br> + My dreams shall meet you and often shall greet you.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah, in my grave were I resting,<br> + With the black earth close to me nestling,<br> + And in my ears, in that grave lonely,<br> + These words were the last words sounding,—<br> + Their promise of peace my life rounding!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + For your life I have spoken, I witness.<br> + And food and drink to restore you,—<br> + That at least for the first of your journey,<br> + You may not lack something of comfort,—<br> + For you I prepared in this basket;<br> + Bread placing in it and wine (the oil is now<br> + Gone!) but I did not place there a flower.<br> + Forgive me for that, since then I knew not—<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + A blue flower, a flower of the blue aconite—<br> + You did not place that in your basket for me!<br> + And you did not place there the white sheet severed<br> + From the cloth in your loom at home woven<br> + That I saw 'twixt the doorway and fireplace!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mila! for that hour wait on the Saviour.<br> + But what still keeps my brother? Vainly<br> + I sought him at the sheepfold. Oh! where is he?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + He will be back again ere nightfall surely.<br> + Needs be that I hasten! O, needs be!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Do you mean not to see him—speak again to him?<br> + Where then will you go for this night? Remain here.<br> + I, too, will remain. Thus doing shall we<br> + Be together, and strong against sorrow,<br> + We three— Till you go at daybreak<br> + On your path, and we go upon our path.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + But already too long are the nights. Needs be<br> + That I hasten,—hasten! You know not.<br> + I will tell you. Also from him I received<br> + The parting that's not to be given<br> + A second time. Addio! Go, seek him,<br> + And meet him, now, in the sheepfold, surely.<br> + Detain him there longer, and tell him<br> + All the grief that they suffer down there,<br> + And let him not follow me! On my pathway<br> + Unknown, I shall soon be. Rest you blessed!<br> + Forever rest blessed! O, be you as sweet<br> + Unto his as you were to my sorrow!<br> + Addio! Ornella, Ornella, Ornella!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>While speaking thus, she retires toward +the darkness of the cavern and </i>ORNELLA<i>, +softened to tears, passes out. The old +herb-woman then appears at the opening of the +cavern. The singing of the pilgrims may still +be heard, but from a greater distance. </i>ANNA +ONNA<i> enters, leaning on her crutch with her +bag hanging by her side.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA [<i>breathless</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + 'Has freed him, freed him, woman of the valley,<br> + 'Has freed him! Ay! from inside him<br> + Chased away all the demons did he—<br> + Cosma—that possessed him. A saint, surely.<br> + He gave out a great cry like a bull's roar,—<br> + Did the youth, and at one blow fell down<br> + As if he had burst his chest open.<br> + You didn't—don't say you couldn't—hear him?<br> + And now on the grass he is sleeping.<br> + Deeply, deeply is he sleeping; and the shepherds<br> + Stand around and keep watch o'er him.<br> + But where are you? I do not see you.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Anna Onna, put me to sleep!<br> + O Granny dear, I'll give you this basket<br> + That is brimful of eating and drinking.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Who was she that went away hurrying?<br> + Had she broken your heart that you cried so?<br> + —That after her, so, you were calling?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Granny, oh, listen! This basket I'll give you,<br> + That one on the ground, to take with you,—<br> + If you'll put me to sleep,—make me go,—<br> + To sleep, with the little black seeds—you know—<br> + Of the hyoscyamus. Go off then! be eating and drinking!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I have none. I have none left in my bag here!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + The skin I will give you, too, the sheepskin<br> + You were sleeping on here to-day.<br> + If you give me some of those red seed-pods,<br> + The red pods you know—twigs of the nasso.<br> + Go off, then, go off, and fill up and guzzle!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I have none, I have none in my bag here.<br> + Go slower a bit, woman of the valley,<br> + Take time, go slowly, go slowly,<br> + Think it over a day, or a month, or a year.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Granny dear, more will I give you!<br> + A kerchief with pictures in color,<br> + And of woollen cloth, three arms' lengths,<br> + If you give me some of the herb-roots—<br> + The same that you sell to the shepherds<br> + That kill off the wolves so swiftly—<br> + The root of the wolf-grass, the wolf-bane—<br> + Go off then. Go off and mend up your bones!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I have none, I have none left in my bag here.<br> + Go slower a bit, woman of the valley,<br> + Take time, go slowly, go slowly,<br> + With time there always comes wisdom.<br> + Think it over a day, or a month, or a year,<br> + With the herbs of the good Mother Mountain<br> + We can heal all our ailments and sorrows.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + You will not? Very well then, I snatch thus from you<br> + That black bag of yours. Therein I'll be finding<br> + What will serve for me well, well indeed!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She tries to tear the bag away from the +tottering old woman.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + No, no. You are robbing me, your poor old granny,<br> + You force me! The shepherd—he'd tear me—<br> + Gouge out my eyes from their sockets.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>A step is heard and a man's form appears +in the shadows.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! it is you, it is you, Aligi!<br> + Behold what this woman is doing.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[MILA <i>lets fall the bag which she had taken +from the old woman and sees the man looming +tall in the dim light of the mountain, but +recognizing him she takes refuge in the depths of the +cavern. </i>LAZARO DI ROIO<i> then enters, silent, +with a rope around his arm like an ox drover +about to tie up his beast. The sound of </i>ANNA +ONNA'S<i> crutches striking against the stones is +heard as she departs in safety.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Woman, O, you need not be frightened.<br> + Lazaro di Roio has come here,<br> + But he does not carry his sickle:<br> + It is scarcely a case of an eye for an eye,<br> + And he does not wish to enforce it.<br> + There was more than an ounce of blood taken<br> + From him on the wheat-field of Mispa,<br> + And you know cause and end of that bloodshed.<br> + Ounce for ounce, then, he will not take from you,<br> + Nor wish it, for all the wound's smarting—<br> + The cicatrice, here in the forehead.<br> + Raven feather, olive-twig crook,<br> + Rancid oil, soot from the chimney shook,<br> + Morn unto eve, eve unto morn,<br> + The cursed wound must healing scorn!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>He gives a short, malignant laugh.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + And where I was lying, I heard ever<br> + The weeping and wailing, the women,<br> + Oh, not for me, but this shepherd,<br> + Spell-bound, bewitched by the witch shrew<br> + Way off in the far-away mountain.<br> + Surely, woman, poor was your picking.<br> + But my grit and my blood are back again,<br> + And many words I shall not be talking,<br> + My tongue is dry now for doing it,<br> + And all for this same sad occasion.<br> + Now then, say I, you shall come on with me,<br> + And no talk about it, daughter of Jorio!<br> + Waiting below is the donkey and saddle,<br> + And also here a good rope hempen,<br> + And others to spare, God be praised! if need be!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[MILA <i>remains motionless, backed up +against the rock, without replying.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Did you hear me, Mila di Codra?<br> + Or are you deaf and dumb now?<br> + This I am saying in quiet:<br> + I know all about how it happened,<br> + That time with the reapers of Norca.<br> + If you are thinking to thwart me<br> + With the same old tricks, undeceive you!<br> + There's no fireplace here, nor any<br> + Relations, nor San Giovanni<br> + Ringing the bells of salvation.<br> + I take three steps and I seize you,<br> + With two good stout fellows to help me.<br> + So now, then, and I say it in quiet,<br> + You'd better agree to what needs be.<br> + You may just as well do as I want you,<br> + For if you don't do so, you'll have to!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + What do you want from me? Where already<br> + Death was, you came. Death is here, even now.<br> + He stepped one side to let you enter.<br> + Withdrawing awhile, still here he is waiting.<br> + Oh, pick up that bag there; inside it<br> + Are deadly roots enough to kill ten wolves.<br> + If you bind it on to my jaws here<br> + I would make of it all a good mouthful;<br> + I would eat therein, you would see me,<br> + As the good hungry mare that crunches<br> + Her oats. So then, when I should be<br> + Cold, you could take me up there and toss me<br> + And pack me upon your donkey,<br> + And tie with your rope like a bundle,<br> + And shout out: "Behold the witch, shameless,<br> + The sorceress!" Let them burn up my body,<br> + Let the women come round and behold me,<br> + And rejoice in deliverance. Mayhap<br> + One would thrust in her hand, in the fire,<br> + Without being burned in the flame,<br> + And draw from the core of the heat my heart.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[LAZARO<i>, at her first bidding, takes up the +bag and examines the simples. He then throws +it behind him, with suspicion and distrust.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah, ah! You want to spread some snare.<br> + What crouch are you watching to spring on me!<br> + In your voice I can hear all your slyness,<br> + But I shall trap you in my lariat.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>At this he makes his rope into a lariat.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Not dead, neither cold do I want you.<br> + Lazaro di Roio,—by all the gods!—<br> + Mila di Codra, will harvest you,—<br> + Will go with you this very October,<br> + And for this all things are ready.<br> + He will press the grapes with your body,<br> + Lazaro will sink in the must with you.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>With a sinister laugh he advances toward +</i>MILA<i>, who is on the alert to elude him, the man +following closely, she darting here and there, +unable to escape him.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Do not touch me! Be ashamed of yourself!<br> + For your own son is standing behind you.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ALIGI <i>appears at the end of the cave. +Seeing his father, he turns pale. </i>LAZARO<i>, +halting in his chase, turns toward him. Father and +son regard each other intently and ominously.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Hola there, Aligi! What is it?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Father, how did you come hither?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Has your blood been all sucked up that it's made you<br> + So pale? As white you stand there in the light<br> + As the whey when they squeeze out the cheeses.<br> + Shepherd, say, why are you frightened?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Father, what is it you wish to do here?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + What I wish to do here? You are asking<br> + A question of me, a right you have not.<br> + I will tell you, however. This will I:<br> + The yearling ewe catch in my lariat,<br> + And lead her wherever it please me.<br> + That done, I shall sentence the shepherd.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Father, this thing you shall surely not do.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + How dare you then lift so boldly<br> + Your white face up into mine? Be careful<br> + Or I shall make it blush of a sudden.<br> + Go! turn back to your sheepfold and stay there,<br> + With your flock inside the enclosure,<br> + Until I come there to seek you.<br> + On your life, I say, obey me!<br> +</p> + +<p> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Father, I pray the Saviour to keep me<br> + From doing you aught but obedience.<br> + And you are able to judge and to sentence<br> + This son of your own; but this one—<br> + This woman, see that you leave her alone!<br> + Leave her to weep here alone.<br> + Do no offence unto her. It is sinful.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! The Lord has made you crazy!<br> + Of what saint were you just speaking?<br> + See you not (may your eyes be blind forever!)<br> + See you not how under her eyelashes,—<br> + Around her neck lie hidden<br> + The seven sins, the mortal sins?<br> + Surely, if there should see her only<br> + Your buck now, 't would butt her, and you here<br> + Are frightened lest I should offend her!<br> + I tell you the stones of the highroad<br> + By man and by beast are less trodden<br> + Than she is by sin and shame trampled.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + If it were not a sin unto God in me,<br> + If by all men it were not deemed evil,<br> + Father, I should say unto you that in this thing,—<br> + In this thing you lie in your gullet!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>He takes a few steps and places himself +between his father and the woman, covering +her with his body.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + What's that you say? Your tongue in you wither!<br> + Down on your knees there, to beg me<br> + Forgiveness, your face on the ground there!<br> + And never dare you to lift up your body<br> + Before me! Thus, on your marrow-bones,<br> + Off with you! Herd with your dogs!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + The Saviour will judge of me, father:<br> + But this woman I shall not abandon,<br> + Nor unto your wrath shall I leave her,<br> + While living. The Saviour will judge me.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + I am the judge of you. Who<br> + Am I then to you, blood and body?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + You are my own father, dear unto me.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + I am unto you your own father, and to you<br> + I may do as to me it seem pleasing<br> + Because unto me you are but the ox<br> + In my stable; you are but my shovel<br> + And hoe. And if I should over you<br> + Pass with my harrow and tear you<br> + And break you in pieces, this is well done!<br> + And if I have need of a handle<br> + For my knife, and one I shall make myself<br> + Out of one of your bones, this is well done!<br> + Because I am the father and you are the son!<br> + Do you heed? And to me over you is given<br> + All power, since time beyond time,<br> + And a law that is over all laws.<br> + And as even I was to my father,<br> + So even are you unto me, under earth.<br> + Do you heed? And if from your memory<br> + This thing has fallen, then thus I recall<br> + It unto your memory. Kneel down on your knees and kiss ye<br> + The earth on your marrow-bones<br> + And go off without looking behind you!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Pass over me then with the harrow;<br> + But touch not the woman.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[LAZARO<i> goes up to him, unable to restrain +his rage, and lifting the rope, strikes him on the +shoulder.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Down, down, you dog, down, to the ground with you!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI [<i>falling on his knees</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + So then, my father, I kneel down before you:<br> + The ground in front of you do I kiss,<br> + And in the name of the true God and living<br> + By my first tear and my infant wailing<br> + From the time when you took me unswaddled<br> + And in your hand held me aloft<br> + Before the sacred face of Lord Christ,—<br> + By all this, I beseech you, I pray you, my father,<br> + That you tread not thus and trample<br> + On the heart of your son sorrow-laden.<br> + Do not thus disgrace him! I pray you:<br> + Do not make his senses forsake him,<br> + Nor deliver him into the hands of the False One—<br> + The Enemy who wheels now about us!<br> + I pray you by the angel there silent,<br> + Who sees and who hears in that wood block!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Begone! Off with you! Off with you!<br> + I shall shortly now judge of you.<br> + Off with you, I bid you. Be off with you!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>He strikes him cruelly with the rope. +</i>ALIGI<i> rises all quivering.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Let the Saviour be judge. Let him judge then<br> + Between you and me, and let him give unto me<br> + Light; but yet I will against you<br> + Not lift up this my hand.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Be you damned! With this rope I will hang you.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>He throws the lariat to take him but +</i>ALIGI<i>, seizing the rope with a sudden jerk, +takes it out of his father's hands.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Christ my Saviour, help Thou me!<br> + That I may not uplift my hand against him,<br> + That I may not do this to my father!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO [<i>furious, goes to the door and calls</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ho, Jenne! and ho, Femo! Come here!<br> + Come here, and see this fellow,<br> + What he is doing (may a viper sting him!)<br> + Fetch the ropes. Possessed is he<br> + Most surely. His own father he threatens!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Running appear two men, big and +muscular, bearing ropes.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + He is rebellious, this fellow!<br> + From the womb is he damned,<br> + And for all his days and beyond them.<br> + The evil spirit has entered into him.<br> + See! See! Behold how bloodless<br> + The face is. O Jenne! You take him and hold him.<br> + O Femo, you have the rope, take it and bind him,<br> + For to stain myself I am not wishing.<br> + Then go ye and seek out some one<br> + To perform the exconjuration.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The two men throw themselves upon </i>ALIGI<i> +and overpower him.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Brothers in God! O, do not do this to me!<br> + Do not imperil your soul, Jenne.<br> + I who know you so well, who remember,<br> + Remember you well from a baby,<br> + Since you came as a boy to pick up the olives<br> + In your fields. O Jenne dell Eta!<br> + I remember you. Do not thus debase me.<br> + Do not thus disgrace me!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>They hold him tightly, trying to bind him, +and pushing him on toward the entrance.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Ah! dog!—The pest take you!—<br> + No, no, no!—Mila, Mila! Hasten!—<br> + Give me the iron there. Mila! Mila!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>His voice, desperate and hoarse, is heard +in the distance, while </i>LAZARO<i> bars </i>MILA'S<i> +egress.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, Aligi! Heaven help you!<br> + May God avenge you! Never despair!<br> + No power have I, no power have you,<br> + But while I have breath in my mouth,<br> + I am all yours! I am all for you!<br> + Have faith! Have faith! Help shall come!<br> + Be of good heart, Aligi! May God help you!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[MILA<i> gazes intently along the path where +</i>ALIGI<i> was borne and listens intently for voices. +In this brief interval </i>LAZARO<i> scrutinizes the +cavern insidiously. From the distance comes +the singing of another company of pilgrims +crossing the valley.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Woman, now then you have been seeing<br> + How I am the man here. I give out the law.<br> + You are left here alone with me.<br> + Night is approaching, and inside here<br> + It is now almost night. O don't<br> + Be afraid of me, Mila di Codra,<br> + Nor yet of this red scar of mine<br> + If you see it light up, for now even<br> + I feel in it the beat of the fever.<br> + Come nearer me. Quite worn out you seem to be<br> + For sure you've not met with fat living<br> + On this hard shepherd's pallet.<br> + While with me you shall have, if you want it,<br> + All of that in the valley; for Lazaro<br> + Di Roio is one of the thrifty.<br> + But what do you spy at? Whom do you wait for?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + No one I wait for. No one is coming!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She is still motionless, hoping to see +</i>ORNELLA<i> come and save her. Dissimulating +to gain time, she tries to defeat </i>LAZARO'S<i> +intentions.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + You are alone with me. You need not<br> + Be frightened. Are you persuaded?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA [<i>hesitatingly</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + I'm thinking, Lazaro di Roio.<br> + I'm thinking of what you have promised.<br> + I'm thinking. But what's to secure me?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Do not draw back. My word I keep.<br> + All that I promise, I tell you.<br> + Be assured, God be witness. Come to me!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And Candia della Leonessa?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Let the bitterness of her mouth moisten<br> + Her thread, and with that be her weaving!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + —The three daughters you have in your household?<br> + And now the new one!—I dare not trust to it.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + Come here! Don't draw back! Here! Feel it!<br> + Where I tucked it. Twenty ducats,<br> + Sewed in this coat. Do you want them?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>He feels for them through his goatskin +coat, then takes it off and throws it on the +ground at her feet.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Take them! Don't you hear them clinking?<br> + There are twenty silver ducats.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + But first I must see them and count them,—<br> + First—before—Lazaro di Roio.<br> + Now will I take these shears and rip it.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LAZARO<br> +</p> + +<p> + But why spy about so? You witch! surely<br> + You're getting some little trick ready.<br> + You're hoping yet you'll deceive me.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>He makes a rush at her to seize her. She +eludes him and seeks refuge near the walnut +block.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + No, no, no! Let me alone! Let me alone!<br> + Don't you touch me! See! See! She comes! See! See! she comes<br> + Your own daughter—Ornella is coming.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She grasps the angel to resist </i>LAZARO'S<i> +violence.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + No, no! Ornella, Ornella, O help me!<br> +</p> + +<p class="capcenter"> +<a id="img-155"></a> +<br> +<img class="imgcenter" src="images/img-155.jpg" alt="THE PARRICIDE. <i>Act II.</i>"> +<br> +THE PARRICIDE. <i>Act II.</i> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Suddenly </i>ALIGI<i> appears, free and +unbound, at the mouth of the cave. He sees in +the dim light the two figures. He throws +himself upon his father. Catching sight of the axe +driven into the wood, he seizes it, blind with fury +and horror.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Let her go! For your life!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>He strikes his father to death. </i>ORNELLA<i>, +just appearing, bends down and recognizes the +dead body in the shadow of the angel. She +utters a great cry.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! I untied him! I untied him!<br> +</p> + +<p><br><br><br></p> + +<p><a id="chap0301"></a></p> + +<h3> +ACT III. +</h3> + +<p class="noindent"> +<i>A large country yard; in the farther +end an oak, venerable with age, +beyond the fields, bounded by mountains, +furrowed by torrents; on the left the +house of </i>LAZARO<i>, the door open, the porch +littered with agricultural implements; on the +right the haystack, the mill, and the straw +stack.</i> +</p> + +<p class="noindent"> +<i>The body of </i>LAZARO<i> is lying on the floor +within the house, the head resting, according +to custom for one murdered, on a bundle of +grape-vine twigs; the wailers, kneeling, +surround the body, one of them intoning the +lamentation, the others answering. At times they +bow toward one another, bending till they +bring their foreheads together. On the porch, +between the plough and large earthen vessel, +are the kindred and </i>SPLENDORE<i> and </i>FAVETTA<i>. +Farther from them is </i>VIENDA DI GIAVE<i>, sitting +on a hewn stone, looking pale and desolate, +with the look of one dying, her mother and +godmother consoling her. </i>ORNELLA<i> is under the +tree, alone, her head turned toward the path. +All are in mourning.</i> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CHORUS OF WAILERS<br> +</p> + +<p> + Jesu, Saviour, Jesu, Saviour!<br> + 'T is your will. 'T is your bidding,<br> + That a tragic death accursed<br> + Lazaro fell by and perished.<br> + From peak unto peak ran the shudder,<br> + All of the mountain was shaken.<br> + Veiled was the sun in heaven,<br> + Hidden his face was and covered.<br> + Woe! Woe! Lazaro, Lazaro, Lazaro!<br> + Alas! What tears for thee tear us!<br> + <i>Requiem æternam dona ei, Domine</i>.<br> + (O Lord! give him rest eternal.)<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Now, now! Coming! 'T is coming! Far off!<br> + The black standard! The dust rising!<br> + O sisters, my sisters, think, oh! think<br> + Of the mother, how to prepare her!—<br> + That her heart may not break. But a little<br> + And he will be here. Lo! at the near turn,<br> + At the near turn the standard appearing!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mother of the passion of the Son crucified,<br> + You and you only can tell the mother,—<br> + Go to the mother, to her heart whisper!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Some of the women go out to see.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA DI BOVE<br> +</p> + +<p> + It is the cypress of the field of Fiamorbo.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FELAVIA SESARA<br> +</p> + +<p> + It is the shadow of clouds passing over.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + It is neither the cypress nor shadow<br> + Of storm-cloud, dear women, I see it advancing,<br> + Neither cypress nor storm-cloud, woe's me!<br> + But the Standard and Sign of Wrong-Doing<br> + That is borne along with him. He's coming<br> + The condemned one's farewells to receive here,<br> + To take from the hands of the mother<br> + The cup of forgetting, ere to God he commend him.<br> + Ah! herefore are we not all of us dying,<br> + Dying with him? My sisters, my sisters!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The sisters all look out the gate toward the +path.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CHORUS OF WAILERS<br> +</p> + +<p> + Jesu, Jesu, it were better<br> + That this roof should on us crumble.<br> + Ah! Too much is this great sorrow,<br> + Candia della Leonessa.<br> + On the bare ground your husband lying,<br> + Not even permitted a pillow,<br> + But only a bundle of vine-twigs,<br> + Under his head where he's lying.<br> + Woe! woe! Lazaro, Lazaro, Lazaro!<br> + Alas! What pain for thee pains us!<br> + <i>Requiem æternam dona ei, Domine</i>.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Favetta, go you; go speak to her.<br> + Go you, touch her on the shoulder.<br> + So she may feel and turn. She is seated<br> + Like unto a stone on the hearthstone,<br> + Stays fixed there without moving an eyelash,<br> + And she seems to see nothing, hear nothing;<br> + She seems to be one with the hearthstone.<br> + Dear Virgin of mercy and pity!<br> + Her senses O do not take from her!—Unhappy one!<br> + Cause her to heed us, and in our eyes looking<br> + To come to herself, dear unhappy one.<br> + Yet I have no heart even to touch her,<br> + And who then will say the word to her?<br> + O sister! Go tell her: Lo! he is coming!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Nor have I the heart. She affrights me.<br> + How she looked before I seem to forget,<br> + And how her voice sounded before,<br> + Ere in the deep of this sorrow<br> + We plunged. Her head has whitened<br> + And it grows every hour whiter.<br> + Oh! she is scarcely ours any more,<br> + She seems from us so far away,<br> + As if on that stone she were seated<br> + For years a hundred times one hundred—<br> + From one hundred years to another—<br> + And had lost, quite lost remembrance<br> + Of us.—O just see now, just see now,<br> + Her mouth, how shut her mouth is!<br> + More shut than the mouth that's made silent,—<br> + Mute on the ground there forever.<br> + How then can she speak to us ever?<br> + I will not touch her nor can I tell her—<br> + "Lo! he is coming!" If she awaken<br> + She'll fall, she'll crumble. She affrights me!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + O wherefore were we born, my sisters?<br> + And wherefore brought forth by our mother?<br> + Let us all in one sheaf be gathered,<br> + And let Death bear us all thus away!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CHORUS OF WAILERS<br> +</p> + +<p> + —Ah! mercy, mercy on you, Woman!<br> + —Ah! mercy be upon you, Women!<br> + —Up and take heart again! The Lord God<br> + Will uplift whom he uprooted.<br> + If God willed it that sad be the vintage<br> + Mayhap He wills, too, that the olives<br> + Be sure. Put your trust in the Lord.<br> + —And sadder than you is another,<br> + She who sat in her home well contented,<br> + In plenty, mid bread and clean flour,<br> + Entering here, fell asleep, to awaken<br> + Amid foul misfortune and never<br> + Again to smile. She is dying: Vienda.<br> + Of the world beyond is she already.<br> + —She is there without wailing or weeping!<br> + Ah! on all human flesh have thou pity!<br> + On all that are living have mercy!<br> + And all who are born to suffer,<br> + To suffer and know not wherefore!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oh, there Femo di Nerfa is coming,<br> + The ox driver, hurriedly coming.<br> + And there is the standard stopping<br> + Beside the White Tabernacle.<br> + My sisters, shall I myself go to her<br> + And bear her the word?<br> + Woe! oh, woe! If she does not remember<br> + What is required of her. Lord God<br> + Forbid that she be not ready<br> + And all unprepared he come on her and call her,<br> + For if his voice strike her ear on a sudden<br> + Then surely her heart will be broken, broken!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA DI BOVE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Then surely her heart will be broken,<br> + Ornella, if you should go touch her,<br> + For you bring bad fortune with you.<br> + 'T was you who barred up the doorway,<br> + 'T was you who unfettered Aligi.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CHORUS OF WAILERS<br> +</p> + +<p> + To whom are you leaving your ploughshare,<br> + O Lazaro! to whom do you leave it?<br> + Who now your fields will be tilling?<br> + Who now your flocks will be leading?<br> + Both father and son the Enemy<br> + Has snared in his toils and taken.<br> + Death of infamy! Death of infamy!<br> + The rope, and the sack, and the blade of iron!<br> + Woe! woe! Lazaro, Lazaro, Lazaro!<br> + Alas! What torments for thee torment us!<br> + <i>Requiem æternam dona ei, Domine</i>.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The ox driver appears, panting.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FEMO DI NERFA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Where is Candia? O ye daughters of the dead one!<br> + Judgment is pronounced. Now kiss ye<br> + The dust! Now grasp in your hands the ashes!<br> + For now the Judge of Wrong-Doing<br> + Has given the final sentence.<br> + And all the People is the Executor<br> + Of the Parricide, and in its hands it has him.<br> + Now the People are bringing here your brother<br> + That he may receive forgiveness<br> + From his own mother, from his mother<br> + Receive the cup of forgetfulness,<br> + Before his right hand they shall sever,<br> + Before in the leathern sack they sew him<br> + With the savage mastiff and throw him<br> + Where the deep restless waters o'erflow him!<br> + All ye daughters of the dead one, kiss ye<br> + The dust now; grasp in your hands now the ashes!<br> + And may our Saviour, the Lord Jesus<br> + Upon innocent blood have pity!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The three sisters rush up to each other, +and then advancing slowly, remain with their +heads touching each other. From the distance +is heard the sound of the muffled drum.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MARIA CORA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Femo, how could you ever say it?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FEMO DI NERFA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Where is Candia? Why does she not appear here?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CINERELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + On the hearthstone, the stone by the fireplace<br> + She sits and gives no sign of living.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA DI BOVA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And there's no one so hardy to touch her.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CINERELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And affrighted for her are her daughters.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FELAVIA SESARA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And you, Femo, did you bear witness?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CATALANA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And Aligi, did you have him near you?<br> + And before the judge what did he utter?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MONICA BELLA COGNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + What said he? What did he? Aloud<br> + Did he cry? Did he rave, the poor unfortunate one?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FEMO DI NERFA<br> +</p> + +<p> + He fell on his knees and remained so,<br> + And upon his own hand stayed gazing,<br> + And at times he would say "<i>Mea culpa</i>,"<br> + And would kiss the earth before him,<br> + And his face looked sweet and humble,<br> + As the face of one who was innocent.<br> + And the angel carved out of the walnut block<br> + Was near him there with the blood-stain.<br> + And many about him were weeping,<br> + And some of them said, "He is innocent."<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ANNA DI BOVA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And that woman of darkness, Mila<br> + Di Codra, has anyone seen her?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CATALANA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Where is the daughter of Jorio?<br> + Was she not to be seen? What know you?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FEMO DI NERFA<br> +</p> + +<p> + They have searched all the sheepfolds and stables<br> + Without any trace of her finding.<br> + The shepherds have nowhere seen her,<br> + Only Cosma, the saint of the mountain,<br> + Seems to have seen her, and he says<br> + That in some mountain gorge she's gone to cast her bones away.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CATALANA<br> +</p> + +<p> + May the crows find her yet living<br> + And pick out her eyes. May the wolf-pack<br> + Scent her yet living and tear her!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FELAVIA SESARA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And ever reborn to that torture<br> + Be the damnable flesh of that woman!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MARIA CORA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Be still, be still, Felavia, silence, I say!<br> + Be silent now! For Candia has arisen,<br> + She is walking, coming to the threshold.<br> + Now she goes out. O daughters, ye daughters,<br> + She has arisen, support her!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The sisters separate and go toward the +door.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CHORUS OF WAILERS<br> +</p> + +<p> + Candia della Leonessa,<br> + Whither go you? Who has called you?<br> + Sealed up are your lips and silent,<br> + And your feet are like feet fettered.<br> + Death you are leaving behind you,<br> + And sin you find coming to meet you.<br> + Wheresoever going, wheresoever turning,<br> + Thorny everywhere the pathway.<br> + Oh! woe! woe! ashes, ashes, widow!<br> + Oh! woe! mother, Jesu! Jesu! mercy!<br> + <i>De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine</i>.<br> + (Out of the deep, O Lord, I cry unto Thee!)<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The mother appears at the threshold. +The daughters timidly go to support her. She +gazes at them in great bewilderment.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mother, dearest, you have risen, maybe<br> + You need something—refreshment—<br> + A mouthful of muscadel, a cordial?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Parched are your lips, you dear one,<br> + And bleeding are they? Shall we not bathe them?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mommy, have courage, we are with you.<br> + Unto this great trial God has called you.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And from one warp came so much linen,<br> + And from one spring so many rivers,<br> + And from one oak so many branches,<br> + And from one mother many daughters!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mother dear, your forehead is fevered. For the weather<br> + To-day is stifling, and your dress is heavy,<br> + And your dear face is all wet with moisture.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MARIA CORA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Jesu, Jesu, may she not lose her senses!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CINERELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Help her regain her mind, Madonna!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + It is so long since I did any singing,<br> + I fear I cannot hold the melody.<br> + But to-day is Friday, there is no singing,<br> + Our Saviour went to the mountain this day.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + O mother dear, where does your mind wander?<br> + Look at us! Know us! What idle fancy<br> + Teases you? Wretched are we! What is her meaning?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Here, too, is the stole, and here, too, is the cup sacramental,<br> + And this is the belfry of San Biagio.<br> + And this is the river, and this my own cabin.<br> + But who, who is this one who stands in my doorway?<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Sudden terror seizes the young girls. +They draw back, watching their mother, +moaning and weeping.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O my sisters, we have lost her!<br> + Lost her, also, our dear mother!<br> + Oh! too far away do her senses stray!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Unhappy we! Whom God's malediction left<br> + Alone in the land, orphans bereft!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + By the other, a new grave make ready near<br> + And bury us living all unready here!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FELAVIA SESARA<br> +</p> + +<p> + No no, dear girls, be not so despairing,<br> + For the shock is but pushing her senses<br> + Far back to some time long ago.<br> + Let them wander! thence soon to be turning!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[CANDIA <i>takes several steps.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mother, you hear me? Where are you going?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I have lost the heart of my dear gentle boy,<br> + Thirty-three days ago now, nor yet do I find it;<br> + Have you seen him anywhere? Have you met him afar?<br> + —Upon Calvary Mountain I left him,<br> + I left him afar on the distant mountain,<br> + I left him afar in tears and bleeding.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MARIA CORA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! she is telling her stations.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FELAVIA SESARA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Let her mind wander, let her say them!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CINERELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Let her all her heart unburden!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MONICA DELIA COGNA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Madonna of Holy Friday,<br> + Have pity on her! And pray for us!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The two women kneel and pray.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Lo! now the mother sets out on her travels,<br> + To visit her son well beloved she travels.<br> + —O Mother, Mother, wherefore your coming?<br> + Among these Judeans there is no safety.<br> + —An armful of linen cloth I am bringing<br> + To swathe the sore wounds of your body.<br> + —Ah! me! had you brought but a swallow of water!<br> + —My son!—No pathway I know nor wellspring;<br> + But if you will bend your dear head a little<br> + A throatful of milk from my breast I will give you,<br> + And if then you find there no milk, oh so closely<br> + To heart I will press you, my life will go to you!<br> + —O Mother, Mother, speak softly, softly—<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>She stops for a moment, then dragging +her words, cries out suddenly with a despairing +cry.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Mother, I have been sleeping for years seven hundred,<br> + Years seven hundred, I come from afar off.<br> + I no longer remember the days of my cradle.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Struck by her own voice, she stops and +looks about bewildered, as if suddenly +awakened from a dream. Her daughters hasten +to support her. The women all rise. The +beating of the drum sounds less muffled, as +if approaching.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Ah! how she's trembling, how she's all trembling!<br> + Now she swoons. Her heart is almost broken.<br> + For two days she has tasted nothing. Gone is she!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mamma, who is it speaks within you? What do you feel,<br> + Speaking inside you, in the breast of you?<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FAVETTA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oh! unto us hearken; heed us, mother,<br> + Oh! look upon us! We are here with you!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FEMO DI NERFA [<i>from the end of the yard</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + O women, women, he's near, the crowd with him.<br> + The standard is passing the cistern now.<br> + They are bringing also the angel covered.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The women gather under the oak to +watch.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA [in a loud voice]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mother, Aligi is coming now; Aligi is coming,<br> + To take from your heart the token of pardon,<br> + And drink from your hand the cup of forgetfulness.<br> + Awaken, awaken, be brave, dear mother;<br> + Accursed he is not. With deep repentance<br> + The sacred blood he has spilled redeeming.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + 'T is true; oh, 'tis true. With the leaves he was bruising<br> + They stanched the blood that was gushing.<br> + "Son Aligi," he said then, "Son Aligi,<br> + Let go the sickle and take up the sheep-crook,<br> + Be you the shepherd and go to the mountain."<br> + This his commandment was kept in obedience.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + SPLENDORE<br> +</p> + +<p> + Do you well understand? Aligi is coming.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And unto the mountain he must be returning.<br> + What shall I do? All his new clothing<br> + I have not yet made ready, Ornella!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mother, let us take this step. Turn now unto us; here,<br> + In front of the house we must await him<br> + And give our farewell to him who is leaving,<br> + Then all in peace we shall lie down together,<br> + Side by side in the deep bed below.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The daughters lead their mother out on +the porch.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CANDIA [<i>murmuring to herself</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + I lay down and meseemed of Jesus I dreamed,<br> + He came to me saying, "Be not fearful!"<br> + San Giovanni said to me, "Rest in safety."<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CHORUS OF KINDRED<br> +</p> + +<p> + —Oh what crowds of people follow the standard,<br> + The whole village is coming after,<br> + —Iona di Midia is carrying the standard.<br> + —Oh how still it is, like a processional!<br> + —Oh what sadness! On his head the veil of sable,<br> + —On his hands the wooden fetters,<br> + Large and heavy, big as an ox-yoke!<br> + Head to foot the gray cloth wraps him, he is barefoot.<br> + -Ah! Who can look longer! My face I bury,<br> + I close up my eyes from longer seeing.<br> + —The leathern sack Leonardo is bearing,<br> + Biagio Gudo leads the savage mastiff.<br> + —Mix in with the wine the roots of solatro<br> + That he may lose his consciousness.<br> + —Brew with the wine the herb novella<br> + That he may lose feeling, miss suffering.<br> + Go, Maria Cora, you who know the secrets,<br> + Help Ornella to mix the potion.<br> + —Dire was the deed, dire is the suffering.<br> + Oh what sadness! See the people!<br> + —Silently comes all the village.<br> + —Abandoned now are all the vineyards.<br> + —To-day, to-day no grapes are gathered.<br> + —Yes, to-day even the land is mourning.<br> + —Who is not weeping? Who is not wailing?<br> + —See Vienda! Almost in death's agony.<br> + Better for her that she lost her senses.<br> + —Better for her that she see not, hear not.<br> + —O woe for her bitter fate, three months only<br> + Since we came and brought our hampers!<br> + —And sorrow yet to come who may measure?<br> + —No tears shall be left in us for weeping.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + FEMO DI NERFA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Silence, O kindred, for here comes Iona.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The women turn toward the porch. There +is a deep silence. The voice of </i>IONA] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + IONA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O widow of Lazaro di Roio,<br> + O people of this unhappy home,<br> + Behold now! Behold now! The penitent is coming.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The tall figure of </i>IONA<i> appears bearing +the standard. Behind him comes the parricide, +robed in gray, the head covered with a +black veil, both hands manacled in heavy +wooden fetters. A man on one side is holding +the shepherd's carved crook; others carry the +angel covered with a white cloth, which they +lower to the ground. The crowd pushes +between the straw stack and ancient oak. The +waiters, still on their knees, crawl to the door +and lift up their voices in cries and wailing +towards the condemned one.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CHORUS OF WAILERS<br> +</p> + +<p> + Son, O son Aligi! Son, O son Aligi!<br> + What have you done? What have you done?<br> + Whose body is this body bleeding?<br> + And who upon the stone has placed it?<br> + Now hath come your hour upon you!<br> + Black is the wine of the evil-doer!<br> + Severed hand and death of infamy;<br> + Severed hand and sack of leather!<br> + Oh! woe! woe! O son of Lazaro. Lazaro<br> + Is dead. Woe! Woe! And you slew Lazaro!<br> + <i>Libera, Domine, animam servi tui</i>.<br> + (Spare, O Lord, the soul of this thy servant.)<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + IONA DI MIDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Grief is yours, Candia della Leonessa,<br> + O Vienda di Giave, grief is yours,<br> + Grief is yours, daughters of the dead one! Kindred,<br> + May the Lord Saviour have pity on all of you, women,<br> + For into the hands of the People, judging,<br> + The Judge has now given Aligi di Lazaro.<br> + That upon the deed infamous we may take vengeance,<br> + A deed upon all of us fallen, and having no equal,<br> + Nor among our ancestors known to memory,<br> + And, may it forever be lost from memory,<br> + By the grace of the Lord, from son to son, henceforth.<br> + Now, therefore, the penitent one we lead hither,<br> + That he may receive the cup of forgetfulness<br> + From you here, Candia della Leonessa,<br> + Since he out of your flesh and your blood was the issue,<br> + To you 't is conceded to lift the veil of sable,<br> + 'T is yielded you lift to his mouth the cup of forgetting,<br> + Since his death unto him shall be exceeding bitter.<br> + <i>Salvum fac populum tuum, Domine!</i><br> + (Save, O Lord, these thy people)<br> + <i>Kyrie eleison!</i><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CROWD<br> +</p> + +<p> + <i>Christe eleison, Kyrie eleison!</i><br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[IONA <i>places his hand on </i>ALIGI'S<i> shoulder. +The penitent then takes a step toward his +mother, and falls, as if broken down, upon +his knees.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Praises to Jesus and to Mary!<br> + I can call you no longer my mother,<br> + 'T is given to me to bless you no longer.<br> + This is the mouth of hell—this mouth!<br> + To curses only these lips are given,<br> + That sucked from you the milk of life,<br> + That from your lips learned orisons holy<br> + In the fear of the Lord God Almighty,<br> + And of all of his law and commandments.<br> + Why have I brought upon you this evil?—<br> + You—of all women born to nourish the child,<br> + To sing him to sleep on the lap, in the cradle!—<br> + This would I say of my will within me,<br> + But locked must my lips remain.<br> + —Oh, no! Lift not up my veil of darkness<br> + Lest thus in its fold you behold<br> + The face of my terrible sinning.<br> + Do not lift up my veil of darkness,<br> + No, nor give me the cup of forgetting.<br> + Then but little shall be my suffering,<br> + But little the suffering decreed me.<br> + Rather chase me with stones away,<br> + Ay, with stones and with staves drive and chase me,<br> + As you would chase off the mastiff even<br> + Soon to be of my anguish companion,<br> + And to tear at my throat and mumble it,<br> + While my desperate spirit within me<br> + Shall cry aloud, "Mamma! Mamma!"<br> + When the stump of my arm is reeking<br> + In the cursed sack of infamy.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CROWD [<i>with hushed voices</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + —Ah! the mother, poor dear soul! See her!<br> + See how in two nights she has whitened!<br> + She does not weep. She can weep no longer.<br> + —Bereft is she of her senses.<br> + —Not moving at all. Like the statue<br> + Of our Mater Dolorosa. O have pity!<br> + —O good Lord, have mercy on her!<br> + Blessed Virgin, pity, help her!<br> + —Jesus Christ have pity on her!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + And you also, my dear ones, no longer<br> + 'T is given me to call you sisters,<br> + 'T is given me no longer to name you<br> + By your names in your baptisms christened.<br> + Like leaves of mint your names unto me,<br> + In my mouth like leaves that are fragrant,<br> + That brought unto me in the pastures<br> + Unto my heart joy and freshness.<br> + And now on my lips do I feel them,<br> + And aloud am I fain to say them.<br> + I crave no other consolation<br> + Than that for my spirit's passing.<br> + But no longer to name them 't is given me.<br> + And now the sweet names must faint and wither,<br> + For who shall be lovers to sing them<br> + At eve beneath your casement windows?<br> + For who shall be lovers unto the sisters<br> + Of Aligi? And now is the honey<br> + Turned into bitterness; O then, chase me,<br> + And, like a hound, hound me away.<br> + With staves and with stones strike me.<br> + But ere you thus chase me, O suffer<br> + That I leave unto you, disconsolate,<br> + But these two things of my sole possession,<br> + The things that these kindly people<br> + Carry for me: the sheep-crook of bloodwood,<br> + Whereon I carved the three virgin sisters,<br> + In your likeness did I carve them,<br> + To wander the mountain pastures with me,—<br> + The sheep-crook, and the silent angel,<br> + That with my soul I have been carving.<br> + Woe is me for the stain that stains it!<br> + But the stain that stains it shall fade away<br> + Some day, and the angel now silent<br> + Shall speak some day, and you shall hearken,<br> + And you shall heed. Suffer me suffer<br> + For all I have done! With my woe profound<br> + In comparison little I suffer!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CROWD<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oh! the children, poor dear souls! See them!<br> + See how pale and how worn are their faces!<br> + —They too are no longer weeping<br> + —They have no tears left for weeping.<br> + Dry their eyes are, inward burning.<br> + —Death has mown them with his sickle,—<br> + To the ground laid them low ere their dying.<br> + Down they are mown but not gathered.<br> + —Have mercy upon them, O merciful one!<br> + Upon these thy creatures so innocent.<br> + —Pity, Lord Jesus, pity! Pity!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + And you who are maiden and widow,<br> + Who have found in the chests of your bridal<br> + Only the vestment of mourning,<br> + The combs of ebon, of thorns the necklace,<br> + Your fine linen woven of tribulation,<br> + Full of weeping your days ever more,<br> + In heaven shall you have your nuptials,<br> + And may you be spouse unto Jesus!<br> + And Mary console you forever!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CROWD<br> +</p> + +<p> + O poor dear one! Until vespers<br> + Hardly lasting, and now drawing<br> + Her last breath. Lost her face is<br> + In her hair of gold all faded,<br> + Even all her golden tresses.<br> + —Now like flax upon the distaff,<br> + —Or shade-grown grass for Holy Thursday.<br> + —Yes, Vienda, maiden-widow,<br> + Paradise is waiting for you.<br> + —If she is not, then who is Heaven's?<br> + —May Our Lady take you with her!<br> + —Put her with the white pure angels!<br> + —Put her with the golden martyrs!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + IONA DI MIDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, your farewells are spoken,<br> + Rise now and depart. It grows late.<br> + Ere long will the sun be setting.<br> + To the Ave Maria you shall not hearken.<br> + The evening star you shall not see glimmer.<br> + O Candia della Leonessa,<br> + If you, poor soul, on him have pity,<br> + Give, if you will, the cup, not delaying,<br> + For the mother art thou, and may console him.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CROWD<br> +</p> + +<p> + Candia, lift up the veil, Candia!<br> + Press his lips to the cup, Candia,<br> + Give him the potion, give him<br> + Heart to bear his suffering. Rise, Candia!<br> + —Upon your own son take pity.<br> + —You only can help him; to you, 't is granted.<br> + —Have mercy upon him! Mercy, O mercy!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ORNELLA<i> hands the mother the cup +containing the potion. </i>FAVETTA<i> and </i>SPLENDORE<i> +encourage the poor mother. </i>ALIGI<i>, kneeling, +creeps to the door of the house and addresses +the dead body.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Father, father, my father Lazaro,<br> + Hear me. You have crossed over the river,<br> + In your bier, though it was heavier<br> + Than the ox-cart, your bier was,<br> + And the rock was dropped in the river.<br> + Where the current was swiftest, you crossed it;<br> + Father, father, my father Lazaro,<br> + Hear me. Now I also would cross over<br> + The river, but I—I cannot. I am going<br> + To seek out that rock at the bottom.<br> + And then I shall go to find you:<br> + And over me you will pass the harrow,<br> + Through all eternity to tear me,<br> + Through all eternity to lacerate me.<br> + Father of mine, full soon I'll be with you!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>The mother goes toward him in deep horror. +Bending down she lifts the veil, presses +his head upon her breast with her left hand, +takes the cup </i>ORNELLA<i> offers and puts it to +</i>ALIGI'S<i> lips. A confusion of muffled voices +rises from the people in the yard and down the +path.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + IONA DI MIDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + <i>Suscipe, Domine, servum tuum.</i><br> + (Accept, O Lord, this thy servant.)<br> + <i>Kyrie eleison.</i><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CROWD<br> +</p> + +<p> + <i>Christe eleison, Kyrie eleison,<br> + Miserere, Deus, miserere.</i><br> + —Do you see, do you see his face?<br> + This do we see upon earth, Jesus!<br> + —Oh! Oh! Passion of the Saviour!<br> + —But who is calling aloud? And wherefore?<br> + —Be silent now! Hush, hush! Who is calling?<br> + —The daughter of Jorio! The daughter of Jorio, Mila di Codra!<br> + —Great God, but this is a miracle!<br> + —It is the daughter of Jorio coming.<br> + —Good God! She is raised from the dead!<br> + -Make room! Make room! Let her pass by!<br> + —Accursed dog, are you yet living?<br> + —Ah! Witch of Hell, is it you?<br> + —She-dog! Harlot! Carrion!<br> + —Back! Back! Make room! Let her pass!<br> + —Come, she-thing, come! Make way!<br> + —Let her pass through! Let her alone! In the Lord's name!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ALIGI <i>rises to his feet, his face uncovered. +He looks toward the clamoring crowd, the +mother and sisters still near him. +Impetuously opening her way through the crowd, +</i>MILA<i> appears.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA DI CODRA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mother of Aligi, sisters<br> + Of Aligi, Bride and Kindred,<br> + Standard-bearer of Wrong-Doing, and you,<br> + All ye just people! Judge of God!<br> + I am Mila di Codra.<br> + I come to confess. Give me hearing.<br> + The saint of the mountain has sent me.<br> + I have come down from the mountain,<br> + I am here to confess in public<br> + Before all. Give me hearing.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + IONA DI MIDIA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Silence! Be silent! Let her have leave<br> + To speak, in the name of God, let her.<br> + Confess yourself, Mila di Codra.<br> + All the just people shall judge you.<br> +</p> + +<p class="capcenter"> +<a id="img-192"></a> +<br> +<img class="imgcenter" src="images/img-192.jpg" alt="THE SACRIFICE OF MILA DI CODRA. <i>Act III.</i>"> +<br> +THE SACRIFICE OF MILA DI CODRA. <i>Act III.</i> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, the beloved son of Lazaro,<br> + Is innocent. He did not commit<br> +</p> + +<p> + Parricide. But by me indeed was his father<br> + Slain, by me was he killed with the axe.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mila, God be witness that thou liest!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + IONA<br> +</p> + +<p> + He has confessed it. He is guilty.<br> + But you too are guilty, guilty with him.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CROWD<br> +</p> + +<p> + To the fire with her! To the fire with her! Now, Iona,<br> + Give her to us, let us destroy her.<br> + —To the brush heap with the sorceress,<br> + Let them perish in the same hour together!<br> + —No, no! I said it was so. He is innocent.<br> + —He confessed it! He confessed it! The woman<br> + Spurred him to do it. But he struck the blow.<br> + —Both of them guilty! To the fire! To the fire!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + People of God! Give me hearing<br> + And afterward punish me.<br> + I am ready. For this did I come here.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + IONA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Silence! All! Let her speak!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, dear son of Lazaro,<br> + Is innocent. But he knows it not.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mila, God be witness that thou liest.<br> + Ornella (oh! forgive me that I dare to<br> + Name you!) bear thou witness<br> + That she is deceiving the good people.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + He does not know. Aught of that hour<br> + Is gone from his memory. He is bewitched.<br> + I have upset his reason,<br> + I have confused his memory.<br> + I am the Sorcerer's daughter. There is no<br> + Sorcery that I do not know well,<br> + None that I cannot weave. Is there one<br> + Of the kindred among you, that one<br> + Who accused me in this very place,<br> + The evening of Santo Giovanni,<br> + When I entered here by that door before us?<br> + Let her come forth and accuse me again!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CATALANA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I am that one. I am here.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Do you bear witness and tell for me<br> + Of those whom I have caused to be ill,<br> + Of those whom I have brought unto death,<br> + Of those whom I have in suffering held.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CATALANA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Giovanna Cametra, I know.<br> + And the poor soul of the Marane,<br> + And Alfonso and Tillura, I know.<br> + And that you do harm to every one.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Now have you heard this thing, all you good people,<br> + What this servant of God hath well said and truly?<br> + Here I confess. The good saint of the mountain<br> + Has touched to the quick my sorrowing conscience,<br> + Here I confess and repent. O permit not<br> + The innocent blood to perish.<br> + Punishment do I crave. O punish me greatly!<br> + To bring down ruin and to sunder<br> + Dear ties and bring joys to destruction,<br> + To take human lives on the day of the wedding<br> + Did I come here to cross this threshold,<br> + Of the fireplace there I made myself<br> + The mistress, the hearth I bewitched,<br> + The wine of hospitality I conjured,<br> + Drink it I did not, but spilled it with sorceries.<br> + The love of the son, the love of the father,<br> + I turned into mutual hatred;<br> + In the heart of the bride all joy strangled,<br> + And by this my cunning, the tears<br> + Of these young and innocent sisters<br> + I bent to the aid of my wishes.<br> + Tell me then, ye friends and kindred,<br> + Tell me then, in the name of the Highest,<br> + How great, how great is this my iniquity!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CHORUS OF THE KINDRED<br> +</p> + +<p> + It is true! It is true! All this has she done.<br> + Thus glided she in, the wandering she-dog!<br> + While yet Cinerella was pouring<br> + Her handful of wheat on Vienda.<br> + Very swiftly she did all her trickery,<br> + By her evil wishes overthrowing<br> + Very swiftly the young bridegroom.<br> + And we all cried out against it.<br> + But in vain was our crying. She had the trick of it.<br> + It is true. Now only does she speak truly.<br> + Praises to Him who this light giveth!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[ALIGI<i>, with bent head, his chin resting on +his breast, in the shadow of the veil, is intent +and in a terrible perturbation and contest of +soul, the symptoms at the same time, appearing +in him of the effect of the potion.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + No, no, it is not true; she is deceiving<br> + You, good people, do not heed her,<br> + For this woman is deceiving you.<br> + All of them here were all against her,<br> + Heaping shame and hatred on her,<br> + And I saw the silent angel<br> + Stand behind her. With these eyes I saw him,<br> + These mortal eyes that shall not witness<br> + On this day the star of vesper.<br> + I saw him gazing at me, weeping.<br> + O Iona, it was a miracle,<br> + A sign to show me her, God's dear one.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + O Aligi, you poor shepherd!<br> + Ignorant youth, and too believing!<br> + That was the Apostate Angel!<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>They all cross themselves, except </i>ALIGI<i>, +prevented from doing so by his fetters, and +</i>ORNELLA<i> who, standing alone at one side of +the porch, gazes intently on the voluntary +victim.</i>] +</p> + +<p> + Then appeared the Apostate Angel<br> + (Pardon of God I must ever lack,<br> + Nor of you, Aligi, be pardoned!)<br> + He appeared your own two eyes to deceive.<br> + It was the false and iniquitous angel.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MARIA CORA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I said it was so. At the time I said it.<br> + It was a sacrilege then, I cried.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + LA CINERELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + And I said it, too, and cried out<br> + When she dared call it the guardian angel<br> + To watch over her. I cried out,<br> + "She is blaspheming, she is blaspheming!"<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, forgiveness from you, I know,<br> + Cannot be, even if God forgive me.<br> + But I must all my fraud uncover.<br> + Ornella, oh! do not gaze upon me<br> + As you gaze. I must stay alone!<br> + Aligi, then when I came to the sheepstead,<br> + Then, even, when you found me seated,<br> + I was planning out your ruin.<br> + And then you carved the block of walnut,<br> + Ah, poor wretch, with your own chisel,<br> + In the fallen angel's image!<br> + (There it is, with the white cloth covered,<br> + I feel it.) Ah! from dawn until evening<br> + With secret art I wove spells upon you!<br> + Remember them, do you not now of me?<br> + How much love I bestowed upon you!<br> + How much humility, in voice and demeanor—<br> + Before your very face spells weaving?<br> + Remember them, do you not now of me?<br> + How pure we remained, how pure<br> + I lay on your shepherd's pallet?<br> + And how then?—how (did you not inquire?)<br> + Such purity then, timidity, then,<br> + In the sinning wayfarer<br> + Whom the reapers of Norca<br> + Had shamed as the shameless one<br> + Before your mother? I was cunning,<br> + Yea, cunning was I with my magic.<br> + And did you not see me then gather<br> + The chips from your angel and shavings,<br> + And burn them, words muttering?<br> + For the hour of blood I was making ready.<br> + For of old against Lazaro<br> + I nursed an old-time rancor.<br> + You struck in your axe in the angel,—<br> + O now must you heed me, God's people!<br> + Then there came a great power upon me<br> + To wield over him there now fettered.<br> + It was close upon night in that ill-fated<br> + Lodging. Lust-crazed then his father<br> + Had seized me to drag toward the entrance,<br> + When Aligi threw himself on us,<br> + In order to save and defend me.<br> + I brandished the axe then with swiftness.<br> + In the darkness I struck him,<br> + I struck him again. Yea, to death I felled him!<br> + With the same stroke I cried, "You have killed him."<br> + To the son I cried out, "You have killed him.<br> + Killed him!" And great in me was my power.<br> + A parricide with my cry I made him—<br> + In his own soul enslaved unto my soul.<br> + "I have killed him!" he answered, and swooning,<br> + He fell in the bloodshed, naught otherwise knowing.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[CANDIA<i>, with a frantic impulse, seizes with +both hands her son, become once more her own. +Then, detaching herself from him, with wilder +and threatening gestures, advances on her +enemy, but the daughters restrain her.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CHORUS OF KINDRED<br> +</p> + +<p> + Let her do it, let her, Ornella!<br> + —Let her tear her heart! Let her eat<br> + Her heart! Heart for heart!<br> + Let her seize her and take her<br> + And underfoot trample her.<br> + —Let her crush in and shiver<br> + Temple to temple and shell out her teeth.<br> + Let her do it, let her, Ornella!<br> + Unless she do this she will not win back<br> + Her mind and her senses in health again.<br> + —Iona, Iona, Aligi is innocent.<br> + —Unshackle him! Unshackle him!<br> + —Take off the veil! Give him back to us!<br> + —The day is ours, the people do justice.<br> + —The righteous people give judgment.<br> + —Command that he now be set free.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[MILA <i>retreats near the covered angel, +looking toward </i>ALIGI<i>, who is already under +the influence of the potion.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CROWD<br> +</p> + +<p> + —Praises be to God! Glory be to God! Glory to the Father!<br> + —From us is this infamy lifted.<br> + —Not upon us rests this blood-stain.<br> + —From our generation came forth<br> + No parricide. To God be the glory!<br> + —Lazaro was killed by the woman,<br> + The stranger, di Codra dalle Farne.<br> + —We have said and pronounced: he is innocent.<br> + Aligi is innocent. Unbind him!<br> + —Let him be free this very moment!<br> + —Let him be given unto his mother!<br> + —Iona, Iona, untie him! Untie him!<br> + Unto us this day the Judge of Wrong-Doing<br> + Over one head gave us full power.<br> + —Take the head of the sorceress!<br> + —To the fire, to the fire with the witch!<br> + —To the brushheap with the sorceress!<br> + —O Iona di Midia, heed the people!<br> + Unbind the innocent! Up, Iona!<br> + —To the brush heap with the daughter<br> + Of Jorio, the daughter of Jorio!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Yes, yes, ye just people, yes, ye people<br> + Of God! Take ye your vengeance on me!<br> + And put ye in the fire to burn with me<br> + The Apostate Angel, the false one,—<br> + Let it feed the flames to burn me<br> + And let it with me be consumed!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Oh! voice of promising, voice of deceit,<br> + Utterly tear away from within me<br> + All of the beauty that seemed to reign there,<br> + Beauty so dear unto me! Stifle<br> + Within my soul the memory of her!<br> + Will that I have heard her voice never,<br> + Rejoiced in it never! Smooth out within me<br> + All of those furrows of loving<br> + That opened in me, when my bosom<br> + Was unto her words of deceiving<br> + As unto the mountain that's channelled<br> + With the streams of melting snow! Close up within me<br> + The furrow of all that hope and aspiring<br> + Wherein coursed the freshness and gladness<br> + Of all of those days of deceiving!<br> + Cancel within me all traces of her!<br> + Will it that I have heard and believed never!<br> + But if this is not to be given me, and I am the one<br> + Who heard and believed and hoped greatly,<br> + And if I adored an angel of evil,<br> + Oh! then I pray that ye both my hands sever,<br> + And hide me away in the sack of leather<br> + (Oh! do not remove it, Leonardo),<br> + And cast me into the whirling torrent,<br> + To slumber there for years seven hundred,<br> + To sleep in the depths there under the water;<br> + In the pit of the river-bed, years seven hundred,<br> + And never remember the day<br> + When God lighted the light in my eyes!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mila, Mila, 'tis the delirium,<br> + The craze of the cup of forgetfulness<br> + To console him he took from the mother.<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CROWD<br> +</p> + +<p> + —Untie him, Iona, he is delirious.<br> + —He has taken the wine potion.<br> + —Let his mother lay him down on the settle.<br> + —Let sleep come! Let him slumber!<br> + —Let the good God give him slumber.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[IONA<i> gives the standard to another and +comes to </i>ALIGI<i> to untie him.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ALIGI<br> +</p> + +<p> + Yes, for a little while free me, Iona,<br> + So that I may lift my hand against her<br> + (No, no, burn her not, for fire is beautiful!)<br> + So that I call all the dead of my birthplace,<br> + Those of years far away and forgotten,<br> + Far, far away, far, far away,<br> + Lying under the sod, fourscore fathom,<br> + To curse her forever, to curse her!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA [<i>with a heart-rending cry</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Aligi, Aligi, not you!<br> + Oh! you cannot, you must not.<br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[<i>Freed from the manacles, the veil +withdrawn, </i>ALIGI<i> comes forward but falls back +unconscious in the arms of his mother, the older +sisters and the kindred gathering around him.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + CHORUS OF KINDRED<br> +</p> + +<p> + You need not be frightened. 'T is the wine only,<br> + 'T is the vertigo seizes him.<br> + —Now the stupor falls upon him.<br> + —Now slumber, deep slumber, o'erpowers him.<br> + —Let him sleep, and may God give him peace!<br> + —Let him lie down! Let him slumber!<br> + —Vienda, Vienda, he is yours again.<br> + —From the other world both will return now.<br> + <i>Laus Deo! Laus Deo! Gloria Patri!</i><br> +</p> + +<p class="stage"> +[IONA<i> puts the manacles upon </i>MILA'S<i> +wrists, who offers both arms and covers her +head with the black veil, then taking the +standard of Wrong-Doing he pushes her toward the +crowd.</i>] +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + IONA<br> +</p> + +<p> + I give to you, just people,<br> + Into your hands, Mila di Codra,<br> + The daughter of Jorio, that one<br> + Who does harm to every one.<br> + Do you perform justice upon her,<br> + And let her ashes be scattered.<br> + O Lord, save thy people.<br> + <i>Kyrie eleison.</i><br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + THE CROWD<br> +</p> + +<p> + <i>Christe eleison! Kyrie eleison!</i><br> + To the fire, to the flames with the daughter<br> + Of Jorio! The daughter of Jorio!<br> + And to the fire with the Apostate Angel!<br> + To the brushheap with them! To hell-fire with them!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + ORNELLA [<i>with full voice in majesty</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + Mila, Mila! My sister in Jesus,<br> + I kiss your feet that hear you away!<br> + Heaven is for thee!<br> +</p> + +<p><br></p> + +<p class="spkr"> + MILA [<i>from within the crowd</i>]<br> +</p> + +<p> + The flame is beautiful! 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