The Life of Oscar Wilde. Frank Harris
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Название: The Life of Oscar Wilde

Автор: Frank Harris

Издательство: Bookwire

Жанр: Зарубежная прикладная и научно-популярная литература

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isbn: 4064066051839

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СКАЧАТЬ It is no nightingale. ‘Tis love himself singing for very ecstasy of joy that thou art changed into his votaress. (Clock begins striking twelve.) Oh, listen, sweet, it is the lover’s hour. Come, let us stand without, and hear the midnight answered from tower to tower over the wide white town. Our wedding night! What is that? What is that?

      (Loud murmurs of Conspirators in the street.) Vera (breaks from him and rushes across the stage). The wedding guests are here already! Ay, you shall have your sign! (Stabs herself.) You shall have your sign! (Rushes to the window.)

      Czar (intercepts her by rushing between her and window, and snatches dagger out of her hand). Vera!

      Vera (clinging to him). Give me back the dagger! Give me back the dagger! There are men in the street who seek your life! Your guards have betrayed you! This bloody dagger is the signal that you are dead. (Conspirators begin to shout below in the street.) Oh, there is not a moment to be lost! Throw it out! Throw it out! Nothing can save me now; this dagger is poisoned! I feel death already in my heart.

      Czar (holding dagger out of her reach). Death is in my heart too; we shall die together.

      Vera. Oh, love! love! love! be merciful to me! The wolves are hot upon you! you must live for liberty, for Russia, for me! Oh, you do not love me! You offered me an empire once! Give me this dagger now! Oh, you are cruel! My life for yours! What does it matter? (Loud shouts in the street, “Vera! Vera! To the rescue! To the rescue!”)

      Czar. The bitterness of death is past for me.

      Vera. Oh, they are breaking in below! See! The bloody man behind you! (Czarevitch turns round for an instant.) Ah! (Vera snatches dagger and flings it out of window.)

      Consps. (below). Long live the people!

      Czar. What have you done?

      Vera. I have saved Russia (Dies.)

      TABLEAU.

      The Duchess of Padua

       Table of Contents

       THE DUCHESS OF PADUA

       THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY

       ACT I

       ACT II

       ACT III

       ACT IV

       ACT V

       Table of Contents

      SIMONE GESSO, Duke of Padua Beatrice, his Wife

      ANDREAS POLLAJUOLO, Cardinal of Padua Maffio Petrucci, Jeppo Vitellozzo,

      GENTLEMEN OF THE DUKE’S HOUSEHOLD TADDEO BARDI,

      GUIDO FERRANTI, a Young Man Ascanio Cristofano, his Friend Count Moranzone, an Old Man Bernardo CAVALCANTI, Lord Justice of Padua Hugo, the Headsman Lucy, a Tire woman

      SERVANTS, Citizens, Soldiers, Monks, Falconers with their hawks and dogs, etc.

      Place: Padua

       Time: The latter half of the Sixteenth Century

       Style of Architecture: Italian, Gothic and Romanesque.

      ACT I

       Table of Contents

      SCENE

      The Market Place of Padua at noon; in the background is the great Cathedral of Padua; the architecture is Romanesque, and wrought in black and white marbles; a flight of marble steps leads up to the Cathedral door; at the foot of the steps are two large stone lions; the houses on each aide of the stage have coloured awnings from their windows, and are flanked by stone arcades; on the right of the stage is the public fountain, with a triton in green bronze blowing from a conch; around the fountain is a stone seat; the bell of the Cathedral is ringing, and the citizens, men, women and children, are passing into the Cathedral.

      [Enter GUIDO FERRANTI and ASCANIO CRISTOFANO.]

      ASCANIO Now by my life, Guido, I will go no farther; for if I walk another step I will have no life left to swear by; this wild-goose errand of yours!

      [Sits down on the step of the fountain.] GUIDO I think it must be here. [Goes up to passer-by and doffs his cap.] Pray, sir, is this the market place, and that the church of Santa Croce? [Citizen bows.] I thank you, sir. ASCANIO Well?

      GUIDO Ay! it is here.

      ASCANIO I would it were somewhere else, for I see no wine-shop.

      GUIDO [Taking a letter from his pocket and reading it.] ‘The hour noon; the city, Padua; the place, the market; and the day, Saint Philip’s Day.’

      ASCANIO And what of the man, how shall we know him?

      GUIDO [reading still] ‘I will wear a violet cloak with a silver falcon broidered on the shoulder.’ A brave attire, Ascanio.

      ASCANIO I’d sooner have my leathern jerkin. And you think he will tell you of your father?

      GUIDO Why, yes! It is a month ago now, you remember; I was in the vineyard, just at the corner nearest the road, where the goats used to get in, a man rode up and asked me was my name Guido, and gave me this letter, signed ‘Your Father’s Friend,’ bidding me be here to-day if I would know the secret of my birth, and telling me how to recognise the writer! I had always thought old Pedro was my uncle, but he told me that he was not, but that I had been left a child in his charge by some one he had never since seen.

      ASCANIO And you don’t know who your father is?

      GUIDO No.

      ASCANIO No recollection of him even?

      GUIDO None, Ascanio, none.

      ASCANIO [laughing] Then he could never have boxed your ears so often as my father did mine.

      GUIDO [smiling] I am sure you never deserved it.

      ASCANIO Never; and that made СКАЧАТЬ