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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 71 pages of information about Vittoria Volume 4.

THE OPERA OF CAMILLA

She was dressed like a noble damsel from the hands of Titian.  An Italian audience cannot but be critical in their first glance at a prima donna, for they are asked to do homage to a queen who is to be taken on her merits:  all that they have heard and have been taught to expect of her is compared swiftly with the observation of her appearance and her manner.  She is crucially examined to discover defects.  There is no boisterous loyalty at the outset.  And as it was now evident that Vittoria had chosen to impersonate a significant character, her indications of method were jealously watched for a sign of inequality, either in her, motion, or the force of her eyes.  So silent a reception might have seemed cruel in any other case; though in all cases the candidate for laurels must, in common with the criminal, go through the ordeal of justification.  Men do not heartily bow their heads until they have subjected the aspirant to some personal contest, and find themselves overmatched.  The senses, ready to become so slavish in adulation and delight, are at the beginning more exacting than the judgement, more imperious than the will.  A figure in amber and pale blue silk was seen, such as the great Venetian might have sketched from his windows on a day when the Doge went forth to wed the Adriatic a superb Italian head, with dark banded hair-braid, and dark strong eyes under unabashed soft eyelids!  She moved as, after long gazing at a painting of a fair woman, we may have the vision of her moving from the frame.  It was an animated picture of ideal Italia.  The sea of heads right up to the highest walls fronted her glistening, and she was mute as moonrise.  A virgin who loosens a dove from her bosom does it with no greater effort than Vittoria gave out her voice.  The white bird flutters rapidly; it circles and takes its flight.  The voice seemed to be as little the singer’s own.

The theme was as follows:—­Camilla has dreamed overnight that her lost mother came to her bedside to bless her nuptials.  Her mother was folded in a black shroud, looking formless as death, like very death, save that death sheds no tears.  She wept, without change of voice, or mortal shuddering, like one whose nature weeps:  ’And with the forth-flowing of her tears the knowledge of her features was revealed to me.’  Behold the Adige, the Mincio, Tiber, and the Po!—­such great rivers were the tears pouring from her eyes.  She threw apart the shroud:  her breasts and her limbs were smooth and firm as those of an immortal Goddess:  but breasts and limbs showed the cruel handwriting of base men upon the body of a martyred saint.  The blood from those deep gashes sprang out at intervals, mingling with her tears.  She said: 

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