The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,285 pages of information about The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete.

The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,285 pages of information about The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete.

CENCI: 
Here are the letters brought from Salamanca;
Beatrice, read them to your mother.  God! 40
I thank thee!  In one night didst thou perform,
By ways inscrutable, the thing I sought. 
My disobedient and rebellious sons
Are dead!—­Why, dead!—­What means this change of cheer? 
You hear me not, I tell you they are dead;
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And they will need no food or raiment more: 
The tapers that did light them the dark way
Are their last cost.  The Pope, I think, will not
Expect I should maintain them in their coffins. 
Rejoice with me—­my heart is wondrous glad. 50

[LUCRETIA SINKS, HALF FAINTING; BEATRICE SUPPORTS HER.]

BEATRICE : 
It is not true!—­Dear Lady, pray look up. 
Had it been true, there is a God in Heaven,
He would not live to boast of such a boon. 
Unnatural man, thou knowest that it is false.

CENCI: 
Ay, as the word of God; whom here I call 55
To witness that I speak the sober truth;—­
And whose most favouring Providence was shown
Even in the manner of their deaths.  For Rocco
Was kneeling at the mass, with sixteen others,
When the church fell and crushed him to a mummy,
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The rest escaped unhurt.  Cristofano
Was stabbed in error by a jealous man,
Whilst she he loved was sleeping with his rival;
All in the self-same hour of the same night;
Which shows that Heaven has special care of me. 65
I beg those friends who love me, that they mark
The day a feast upon their calendars. 
It was the twenty-seventh of December: 
Ay, read the letters if you doubt my oath.

[THE ASSEMBLY APPEARS CONFUSED; SEVERAL OF THE GUESTS RISE.]

FIRST GUEST: 
Oh, horrible!  I will depart—­

SECOND GUEST: 
And I.—­

THIRD GUEST: 
No, stay! 70
I do believe it is some jest; though faith! 
’Tis mocking us somewhat too solemnly. 
I think his son has married the Infanta,
Or found a mine of gold in El Dorado. 
’Tis but to season some such news; stay, stay!
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I see ’tis only raillery by his smile.

CENCI [FILLING A BOWL OF WINE, AND LIFTING IT UP]: 
Oh, thou bright wine whose purple splendour leaps
And bubbles gaily in this golden bowl
Under the lamplight, as my spirits do,
To hear the death of my accursed sons! 80
Could I believe thou wert their mingled blood,
Then would I taste thee like a sacrament,
And pledge with thee the mighty Devil in Hell,
Who, if a father’s curses, as men say,
Climb with swift wings after their children’s souls,
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And drag them from the very throne of Heaven,
Now triumphs in my triumph!—­But thou art
Superfluous; I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine to-night. 
Here, Andrea!  Bear the bowl around.

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