And that the child may from its infancy Or what may else be more unnatural. So he may hunt her through the clamorous scoffs Shall I revoke this curse? Go, bid her come, 150 155 Before my words are chronicled in heaven. (Exit LUCRETIA.) But like a fiend appointed to chastise My blood is running up and down my veins; Enter LUCRETIA. She bids thee curse; And if thy curses, as they cannot do, CENCI. She would not come. 160 165 "Tis well, 170 I can do both: first take what I demand, With unaccustomed heaviness of sleep. VOL. I. U 175 180 Thine arches with the laughter of their joy! Stir and be quickened... even as I am now. (Exit.) 156 SCENE II. BEFORE THE CASTLE OF PETRELLA. ENTER BEATRICE AND LUCRETIA ABOVE ON THE RAMPARTS. BEATRICE. They come not yet. LUCRETIA. 'Tis scarce midnight. How slow Behind the course of thought, even sick with speed, Lags leaden-footed time! LUCRETIA. The minutes pass ... If he should wake before the deed is done? BEATRICE. O, Mother! He must never wake again. What thou hast said persuades me that our act Out of a human form. LUCRETIA. 'Tis true he spoke Of death and judgment with strange confidence BEATRICE. Oh! Believe that Heaven is merciful and just, 10 To the amount of his offences. Enter OLIMPIO and MARZIO, below. LUCRETIA. They come. See, 15 BEATRICE. All mortal things must hasten thus To their dark end. Let us go down. (Exeunt LUCRETIA and BEATRICE from above.) How feel you to this work? MARZIO. As one who thinks A thousand crowns excellent market price For an old murderer's life. Your cheeks are pale. OLIMPIO. It is the white reflexion of your own, Which you call pale. MARZIO. Is that their natural hue? Or 'tis my hate and the deferred desire You are inclined then to this business? 20 OLIMPIO. Aye. If one should bribe me with a thousand crowns I could not be more willing. Enter BEATRICE and LUCRETIA, below. LUCRETIA. I mixed an opiate with his drink: He sleeps so soundly... BEATRICE. That his death will be But as a change of sin-chastising dreams, OLIMPIO. We are resolved. MARZIO. As to the how this act Be warranted, it rests with you. 30 85 Hush! Hark! What noise is that? MARZIO. BEATRICE. Ha! some one comes! Ye conscience-stricken cravens, rock to rest 40 SCENE III. AN APARTMENT IN THE CASTLE. ENTER BEATRICE AND LUCRETIA. LUCRETIA. They are about it now. BEATRICE. Nay, it is done. LUCRETIA. I have not heard him groan. He will not groan. BEATRICE. LUCRETIA. What sound is that? BEATRICE. List! 'tis the tread of feet About his bed. LUCRETIA. My God! If he be now a cold stiff corpse. BEATRICE. O, fear not What may be done, but what is left undone : We dare not kill an old and sleeping man; But I was bolder; for I chid Olimpio, And bade him bear his wrongs to his own grave 10 15 |