The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Part 46

[SHE SHRINKS BACK, AND COVERS HER FACE.]

Nay, hide not your face, 'tis fair; _105 Look up! Why, yesternight you dared to look With disobedient insolence upon me, Bending a stern and an inquiring brow On what I meant; whilst I then sought to hide That which I came to tell you--but in vain. _110

BEATRICE [WILDLY STAGGERING TOWARDS THE DOOR]: Oh, that the earth would gape! Hide me, O G.o.d!

CENCI: Then it was I whose inarticulate words Fell from my lips, and who with tottering steps Fled from your presence, as you now from mine.

Stay, I command you--from this day and hour _115 Never again, I think, with fearless eye, And brow superior, and unaltered cheek, And that lip made for tenderness or scorn, Shalt thou strike dumb the meanest of mankind; Me least of all. Now get thee to thy chamber! _120 Thou too, loathed image of thy cursed mother, [TO BERNARDO.]

Thy milky, meek face makes me sick with hate!

[EXEUNT BEATRICE AND BERNARDO.]

[ASIDE.]

So much has pa.s.sed between us as must make Me bold, her fearful.--'Tis an awful thing To touch such mischief as I now conceive: _125 So men sit s.h.i.+vering on the dewy bank, And try the chill stream with their feet; once in...

How the delighted spirit pants for joy!

LUCRETIA [ADVANCING TIMIDLY TOWARDS HIM]: O husband! Pray forgive poor Beatrice.

She meant not any ill.

CENCI: Nor you perhaps? _130 Nor that young imp, whom you have taught by rote Parricide with his alphabet? Nor Giacomo?

Nor those two most unnatural sons, who stirred Enmity up against me with the Pope?

Whom in one night merciful G.o.d cut off: _135 Innocent lambs! They thought not any ill.

You were not here conspiring? You said nothing Of how I might be dungeoned as a madman; Or be condemned to death for some offence, And you would be the witnesses?--This failing, _140 How just it were to hire a.s.sa.s.sins, or Put sudden poison in my evening drink?

Or smother me when overcome by wine?

Seeing we had no other judge but G.o.d, And He had sentenced me, and there were none _145 But you to be the executioners Of His decree enregistered in heaven?

Oh, no! You said not this?

LUCRETIA: So help me G.o.d, I never thought the things you charge me with!

CENCI: If you dare to speak that wicked lie again _150 I'll kill you. What! It was not by your counsel That Beatrice disturbed the feast last night?

You did not hope to stir some enemies Against me, and escape, and laugh to scorn What every nerve of you now trembles at? _155 You judged that men were bolder than they are; Few dare to stand between their grave and me.

LUCRETIA: Look not so dreadfully! By my salvation I knew not aught that Beatrice designed; Nor do I think she designed any thing _160 Until she heard you talk of her dead brothers.

CENCI: Blaspheming liar! You are d.a.m.ned for this!

But I will take you where you may persuade The stones you tread on to deliver you: For men shall there be none but those who dare _165 All things--not question that which I command.

On Wednesday next I shall set out: you know That savage rock, the Castle of Petrella: 'Tis safely walled, and moated round about: Its dungeons underground, and its thick towers _170 Never told tales; though they have heard and seen What might make dumb things speak.--Why do you linger?

Make speediest preparation for the journey!

[EXIT LUCRETIA.]

The all-beholding sun yet s.h.i.+nes; I hear A busy stir of men about the streets; _175 I see the bright sky through the window panes: It is a garish, broad, and peering day; Loud, light, suspicious, full of eyes and ears, And every little corner, nook, and hole Is penetrated with the insolent light. _180 Come darkness! Yet, what is the day to me?

And wherefore should I wish for night, who do A deed which shall confound both night and day?

'Tis she shall grope through a bewildering mist Of horror: if there be a sun in heaven _185 She shall not dare to look upon its beams; Nor feel its warmth. Let her then wish for night; The act I think shall soon extinguish all For me: I bear a darker deadlier gloom Than the earth's shade, or interlunar air, _190 Or constellations quenched in murkiest cloud, In which I walk secure and unbeheld Towards my purpose.--Would that it were done!

[EXIT.]

SCENE 2.2: A CHAMBER IN THE VATICAN.

ENTER CAMILLO AND GIACOMO, IN CONVERSATION.

CAMILLO: There is an obsolete and doubtful law By which you might obtain a bare provision Of food and clothing--

GIACOMO: Nothing more? Alas!

Bare must be the provision which strict law Awards, and aged, sullen avarice pays. _5 Why did my father not apprentice me To some mechanic trade? I should have then Been trained in no highborn necessities Which I could meet not by my daily toil.

The eldest son of a rich n.o.bleman _10 Is heir to all his incapacities; He has wide wants, and narrow powers. If you, Cardinal Camillo, were reduced at once From thrice-driven beds of down, and delicate food, An hundred servants, and six palaces, _15 To that which nature doth indeed require?--

CAMILLO: Nay, there is reason in your plea; 'twere hard.

GIACOMO: 'Tis hard for a firm man to bear: but I Have a dear wife, a lady of high birth, Whose dowry in ill hour I lent my father _20 Without a bond or witness to the deed: And children, who inherit her fine senses, The fairest creatures in this breathing world; And she and they reproach me not. Cardinal, Do you not think the Pope would interpose _25 And stretch authority beyond the law?

CAMILLO: Though your peculiar case is hard, I know The Pope will not divert the course of law.

After that impious feast the other night I spoke with him, and urged him then to check _30 Your father's cruel hand; he frowned and said, 'Children are disobedient, and they sting Their fathers' hearts to madness and despair, Requiting years of care with contumely.

I pity the Count Cenci from my heart; _35 His outraged love perhaps awakened hate, And thus he is exasperated to ill.

In the great war between the old and young I, who have white hairs and a tottering body, Will keep at least blameless neutrality.' _40 [ENTER ORSINO.]

You, my good Lord Orsino, heard those words.

ORSINO: What words?

GIACOMO: Alas, repeat them not again!

There then is no redress for me, at least None but that which I may achieve myself, Since I am driven to the brink.--But, say, _45 My innocent sister and my only brother Are dying underneath my father's eye.

The memorable torturers of this land, Galeaz Visconti, Borgia, Ezzelin, Never inflicted on their meanest slave _50 What these endure; shall they have no protection?

CAMILLO: Why, if they would pet.i.tion to the Pope I see not how he could refuse it--yet He holds it of most dangerous example In aught to weaken the paternal power, _55 Being, as 'twere, the shadow of his own.

I pray you now excuse me. I have business That will not bear delay.

[EXIT CAMILLO.]

GIACOMO: But you, Orsino, Have the pet.i.tion: wherefore not present it?

ORSINO: I have presented it, and backed it with _60 My earnest prayers, and urgent interest; It was returned unanswered. I doubt not But that the strange and execrable deeds Alleged in it--in truth they might well baffle Any belief--have turned the Pope's displeasure _65 Upon the accusers from the criminal: So I should guess from what Camillo said.

GIACOMO: My friend, that palace-walking devil Gold Has whispered silence to his Holiness: And we are left, as scorpions ringed with fire. _70 What should we do but strike ourselves to death?

For he who is our murderous persecutor Is s.h.i.+elded by a father's holy name, Or I would--

[STOPS ABRUPTLY.]

ORSINO: What? Fear not to speak your thought.

Words are but holy as the deeds they cover: _75 A priest who has forsworn the G.o.d he serves; A judge who makes Truth weep at his decree; A friend who should weave counsel, as I now, But as the mantle of some selfish guile; A father who is all a tyrant seems, _80 Were the profaner for his sacred name.

NOTE: _77 makes Truth edition 1821; makes the truth editions 1819, 1839.

GIACOMO: Ask me not what I think; the unwilling brain Feigns often what it would not; and we trust Imagination with such fantasies As the tongue dares not fas.h.i.+on into words, _85 Which have no words, their horror makes them dim To the mind's eye.--My heart denies itself To think what you demand.

ORSINO: But a friend's bosom Is as the inmost cave of our own mind Where we sit shut from the wide gaze of day, _90 And from the all-communicating air.

You look what I suspected--

GIACOMO: Spare me now!

I am as one lost in a midnight wood, Who dares not ask some harmless pa.s.senger The path across the wilderness, lest he, _95 As my thoughts are, should be--a murderer.

I know you are my friend, and all I dare Speak to my soul that will I trust with thee.

But now my heart is heavy, and would take Lone counsel from a night of sleepless care. _100 Pardon me, that I say farewell--farewell!

I would that to my own suspected self I could address a word so full of peace.

ORSINO: Farewell!--Be your thoughts better or more bold.

[EXIT GIACOMO.]

I had disposed the Cardinal Camillo _105 To feed his hope with cold encouragement: It fortunately serves my close designs That 'tis a trick of this same family To a.n.a.lyse their own and other minds.