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ancient ANGELA beauty begin blood breath bring brother child comes Cour CURTAIN dark dead death door drink Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fall fear FRANC Francesca GIOVANNI GIRL give gone hand hath hear heard heart hold hour human I'll kiss lady late leave light lips Listen look Lord LUCREZIA MAID marriage move night NITA once Paolo Paolo and Francesca pass passion perhaps peril Phillips play poem poet poetic poetry Pulci Quickly Remember Rimini road seems side sighs sleep slowly smile SOLDIER soon souls sound speak stay STEPHEN PHILLIPS stir strange suddenly sweet tears tell TESSA thing thou thought To-night touch tremble turns voice walks wife wine woman youth
120. oldal - Not easily have we three come to this — We three who now are dead. Unwillingly They loved, unwillingly I slew them. Now I kiss them on the forehead quietly. [He bends over the bodies and kisses them on the forehead.
61. oldal - I cannot go ; thrilling from Rimini, A tender voice makes all the trumpets mute. I cannot go from her : may not return. O God ! what is Thy will upon me ? Ah ! One path there is, a straight path to the dark. There, in the ground, I can betray no more, And there for ever am I pure and cold. The means ! No dagger blow, nor violence shown Upon my body to distress her eyes. Under some potion gently will I die ; And they that find me dead shall lay me down Beautiful as a sleeper at her feet.
109. oldal - Pao. Remember how when first we met we stood Stung with immortal recollections. O face immured beside a fairy sea, That leaned down at dead midnight to be kissed ! O beauty folded up in forests old ! » Thou wast the lovely quest of Arthur's knights — Franc. Thy armour glimmered in a gloom of green.
88. oldal - Now they two were alone, yet could not speak ; But heard the beating of each other's hearts. He knew himself a traitor but to stay, Yet could not stir: she pale and yet more pale Grew till she could no more, but smiled on him. Then when he saw that wished smile, he came Near to her and still near, and trembled; then Her lips all trembling kissed.
40. oldal - May and mystery of your spirit ? Am I not flesh and blood ?—am I not young ? Is it easy, then, for youth to run from youth ? And yet from you I run. Or are we swift To fly delight ?—And yet from you I fly. What shall I say ? FRANC. Sweet are your words, but dark. Is beauty to be dreaded, then, and shunned ? PAD.
46. oldal - He shall be Not far to seek : yet perilous to find. Unwillingly he comes a wooing : she Unwillingly is wooed : yet shall they woo.
59. oldal - I am very sorry, Paolo. [Exit LUIGI.] PAO. I have fled from her; have refused the rose, Although my brain was reeling at the scent. I have come hither as through pains of death; I have died, and I am gazing back at life. Yet now it were so easy to return, And run down the white road to Rimini! And might I not return? [He starts up and looks at the towers, red with sunset.] Those battlements Are burning! they catch fire, those parapets! And through the blaze doth her white face look out Like one forgot,...
112. oldal - O God, Thou seest us Thy creatures bound Together by that law which holds the stars In palpitating cosmic passion bright ; By which the very sun enthrals the earth, And all the waves of the world faint to the moon.
15. oldal - With sighs we leave her as we leave a child. Be tender with her, even as God hath been! She hath but wondered up at the white clouds; Hath just spread out her hands to the warm sun; Hath heard but gentle words and cloister sounds. [GIOVANNI bows to her.] Gio. Friends, you will go with us to church; till then Walk where you please — yet one word more — be sure That, though I sheathe the sword, I am not tamed. What I have snared, in that I set my teeth And lose with agony; when hath the prey Writhed...
87. oldal - The glimmering page is clear. [Reading.'] " Now on that day it chanced that Launcelot, Thinking to find the King, found Guenevere Alone ; and when he saw her whom he loved, Whom he had met too late, yet loved the more ; Such was the tumult at his heart that he Could speak not, for her husband was his friend, His dear familiar friend : and they two held No secret from each other until now ; But were like brothers born