Methinks I set my back against the gate And look both ways, but see more heaven than earth : I must be feasted: fetch it forth at once. Marg. Husband! I dreamt the child was in my arms, And held a sword, which from its little grasp I could not move, nor you: I dreamt that proud Pull'd at it, and he laught. John. They frighten'd thee? 110 Marg. Frighten'd me! no: the infant's strength pre vail'd. Devils, with angels' faces, throng'd about; Some offer'd flowers, and some held cups behind, John. These frighten'd thee, however. I knew he did. John. He knew all; A dream! a dream indeed! He knew and laught! Marg. He sought his mother's breast, And lookt at them no longer. 120 All the room 130 He shall be Was fill'd with light and gladness. John. Richer than we are; he shall mount his horse A feat above his father; and be one Of the duke's spearmen. Marg. God forbid they lead Unrighteous lives, and often fall untimely. John. A lion-hearted lad shall Martin be. Marg. God willing; if his servant; but not else. I have such hopes, full hopes, hopes overflowing. John. A grave grand man, half collar and half cross, 140 With chain enough to hold our mastiff by, Thou fain wouldst have him. Out of dirt so stiff Old Satan fashioneth his idol, Pride. Marg. If proud and cruel to the weak, and bent To turn all blessings from their even course Uncle, you know, is sacristan; and uncle [After a pause. John. He was the man who sung so merrily 150 Marg. (sings). "Our brightest pleasures are reflected pleasures. And they shine sweetest from the cottage-wall." John. The very same. Marg. We understand them, John! your uncle sacristan 160 It was a sword, John. An inkling. But A flaming sword, but innocent, I saw; Marg. Have we then no cause To sing as throstles after sign thus strange? John. Because it was so strange, must we believe Marg. Yes; no fire was in the house, 170 180 So beautiful. There must be truth in it. John. There shall be then. Your uncle's sacristy Shall hold the armour quite invisible, Marg. John. "If thou wilt find materials," were his words. 190 Marg. I did not mark the words; they were too light: 200 And yet he never breaks his troth. John. Marg. O now for shame! such houses can not stand. Pr'ythee talk reason. As the furnace-mouth Shows only fire, so yours shows laughter only. Choristers have been friars; ours may be ; And then a father abbot. John. Ring the bells! Martin is pope, by Jove! 210 ANDREA OF HUNGARY, GIOVANNA OF NAPLES, AND FRA RUPERT: A TRILOGY. ANDREA OF HUNGARY. CHARACTERS. ANDREA. FRA RUPERT. CARACCIOLI. CARAFFA. BOCCACCIO. MAXIMIN, a Soldier. KLAPWRATH, ZINGA, PSEIN, Hungarian Officers. PAGE, GARISENDO, a Peasant. GIOVANNA, Queen. SANCIA, Queen Dowager. MARIA, Sister of Giovanna. MARIA OF SICILY, Half-sister. FIAMMETTA. FILIPPA, Foster-mother. PETRONILLA, a Peasant. PROLOGUE. My verse was for thine eyes alone, And still thine ear records the tone Amid the pomps of regal state, Where thou, O Rose! art call'd to move, She only guide thy steps to Love. Sometimes, when dark is each saloon, And lights thee o'er Salerno's plain. And onward, where Giovanna bore Her fame my pages shall restore, Thy pity shall requite her wrongs. ACT I. SCENE I. PALACE AT NAPLES. ANDREA and GIOVANNA. Andrea. What say you now, Giovanna! shall we go And conquer France? Heigho? I am sadly idle; My mighty mind wants full activity. Giovanna. Andrea! be contented; stay at home; Conquer? you've conquer'd me. Andrea. Ah rebel queen! I doubt it: we have had war first, however, And parleys, and all that. Giovanna. You might have more Before you conquer the strong cities there. Andrea. England, they tell me, hath as much of France As France hath. Some imagine that Provenza Is half-and-half French land. How this may be I can not tell; I am no theologian. Giovanna in your ear. I have a mind To ride to Paris, and salute the king, And pull him by the beard, and make him fight. 10 Giovanna. Know that French beards have stiffer hairs than German,* And crackle into flame at the first touch. Andrea. 'Sblood! like black cats! dark? But only in the [20 Giovanna. By night or day, in city or in field. For me then! they are fitter for his fist. Is idlest even the common people run About the streets, not knowing what to do, Giovanna. And one hour only after we are united? * Hungary and Germany were hostile. |