Borgia; A Period Play (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 Excerpt: ... it thus--I would your lord should be a king.... Dear captains, And soldiers, and the poet... give him glory. CALMETA. But we would fight for you. LUCREZIA. Then give him glory. CESARE. Half turning. I am ashamed a poet should behold you Cavaliere, she was in our thoughts A statue of fair Victory, a winged And silent creature that creates the air She flees along.... Turn from her, she will damp The stoutest hearts--a weather to discourage An army from the field Taking up a fold of Lucrezia's veil. In widow's weeds--For my assassin These are widow's weeds, Are they not? They displease me; they deform, LUCREZIA. In a low, firm voice, while she trembles. They will remain upon me the full time; Their darkness on me my whole life till death. CESARE. Your future is irrelevant. Till death? But nothing matters then. Addressing his cortege. To Pesaro Turning again to Lucrezia. You look a lady fit to nurse the wounds Of men who fight for other women's love. He coldly touches her hand--his followers bowing low to her, move aside as he passes to the door: there he steps back and surveys Lucrezia, who is shaken with agitation, then, smiling maliciously, he goes out. LUCREZIA. Demon She weeps bitterly.'... I am a toy In hands that play their game of rivalry Over the stream of death. O child She crushes Rodrigo to her breast. SCENE VII The Hills of Romagna. Sheepfolds and Shepherds; Duke Cesare De Valentinois Hella Romagna lying down in the midst of them. SHEPHERD..... You are our shepherd And ruler of our flocks: we are your flock. AN OLD SHEPHERD. Signore, I am happy, being blind To sit in the sun: I feel you are the sun. A YOUNG SHEPHERD. Lord Duke, you are our shepherd--The reason this, that we forget our flocks, And yet our flocks graze placidly and seek The sh...