{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2891", "width": "1997", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2818", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2818", "width": "1899", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2818", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2818", "width": "1899", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2818", "width": "1966", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2818", "width": "1899", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2813", "width": "1883", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "Plays and Sonnets\\nERNEST LACY\\nEtchings of\\nJulia Marlowe as Chatterton and Joseph Haworth as Rinaldo\\nBY\\nSTEPHEN J. FERRIS\\nPRINTED BY\\nSHERMAN AND COMPANY\\nPHILADELPHIA\\n1900\\nt", "height": "2818", "width": "1899", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "54884\\nCopyright, 1900, by\\nERNEST LACY\\nfifiCOMO\\ncopy.", "height": "2844", "width": "1914", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "If\\nTO\\nJohn L. Kinsey, Esq.,\\nas a token of respect and gratitude,\\nThis Book is Dedicated", "height": "2808", "width": "1863", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2813", "width": "1883", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "AUTOGRAPH EDITION\\nLimited to Two Hundred and Fifty Copies\\nPrinted for", "height": "2808", "width": "1863", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2813", "width": "1883", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nPlays. page\\nI. Chatterton, i\\nII. Rinaldo, The Doctor of Florence, 29\\nSonnets I7S\\nCounter Melodies, 177\\nA Parting, 178\\nThe Siege of Malaga, 179\\nThe Moon s Eclipse, 180\\nThe Loon, 181\\nSlaves of the Lamp, 182\\nThe Knight of the Broken Lance 183\\nDotage, 184\\nA Colonial Manor, .185\\nA Prayer, 186\\nA Moonlight Ride, 187\\nKnights of the Temple, 188\\nShell Beach, 189\\nA Moonlight Walk, I90\\nThe Desert, 191\\nThe Poet, I92", "height": "2808", "width": "1863", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "Contents.\\nPAGE\\nA Night s Carousal, 193\\nA Dream, 194\\nA Squall, 195\\nLike that Strange Bird, 196\\nRetrospection, 197\\nApple-Blossoms, I98\\nPike s Peak, 199\\nUnutterable Thoughts, 200\\nFame, 201\\nWestminster Abbey, 202\\nTo Kathleen, 203\\nA Sinking Ship, 204\\nPoverty Beach, 205\\nTo an Ape, 206\\nA Sunset, 207\\nA Sail on a Summer Sea, 208\\nCarpe Diem, 209\\nNewport at Noon, 210\\nTo William Wordsworth, 211\\nTo a Friend, 212\\nA Cool Wave, 213\\nThe Inner Friend, 214\\nA Fireside Musing, 215\\nAd Patriam 216", "height": "2813", "width": "1883", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Contents.\\nPAGE\\nThe Under Land, .217\\nA Beach-Tree, 218\\nParrhasius, 219\\nSmiles and Tears, 220\\nMy Theatre, 221\\nUnder the Stars, 222\\nThe Streets at Midnight, 223\\nThe Love Chase, 224\\nTo a Marigold, 225\\nMorning, 226\\nOld Manuscripts, 227\\nA Rebel, 228\\nLove, 229\\nNarcissus,\\n230\\nTo Lord Byron, 231\\nA September Night, 232\\nAn Answer to a Letter, 233\\nThe Golden Eagle, 234\\nA Storm, 235\\nThe Birth of the Water- Lily, 236\\nThe Mountain- Climber, 237", "height": "2808", "width": "1863", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2813", "width": "1883", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "l)altcrton.", "height": "2808", "width": "1863", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "DRAMATIS PERSONS.\\nThomas Chatterton, the marvelous boy.\\nHenry Burgum, a rich Bristol pewterer.\\nBertha Burgum, his daughter.\\nMrs. Angell, keeper of the lodging house.\\nTwo Ribalds, man and woman.\\nSCENE\u00e2\u0080\u0094 London. TIME\u00e2\u0080\u0094 August 24th, 1770.", "height": "2813", "width": "1883", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "CHATTERTON\\nScene. A Garret in Brooke Street, London. Case-\\nment at back c. opening on the street; door, L. 3. e.\\nrough bedstead r. of window; rude chairs and\\ntable, tvith candle, manuscripts, and writifig ma-\\nterials on it, L. c. old washstand, on which are a\\nglass, a basin, and a broken jug of water, R. 2. E.\\nThe Garret is in the house of Mrs. Angell, and is\\nthe lodging of the Poet Chatterton. It is the night\\nof August 24th, 1770. Music on rise of curtain.\\nA distant bell is heard tolling the hour.\\nMrs. Angell. [^Knocking from without. Mr. Chat-\\nterton [J^fiocking. l Mr. Chatterton [Knocking.\\nMr. Chatterton\\nEnter Mrs. Angell with lamp. Lights up.\\nMr. Chatterton, a gentleman [Looking around.\\nAlack the boy is out. [Places lamp on table, and goes\\nback to door.] Come in, sir.\\nEnter Burgum and Bertha.\\nMr. Chatterton is not in. Will you wait, Mr.\\nMr.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBurgum. [Pompotisly.] Mr. de Burgum, Madam.\\n3", "height": "2808", "width": "1863", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton*\\nI trust that I shall have a more honorable title soon\\neh, daughter?\\nBertha. There is no more honorable title, father.\\nBurgum. Bah romantic.\\nMrs. Angell. He surely will return soon he is\\nseldom out in the evening.\\nBurgum. I 11 await his coming. I must see him on\\na matter connected with the de Burgum Pedigree, which\\nhe was fortunate enough to discover. I say fortunate\\nenough, since otherwise some one else would have dis-\\ncovered it birth, like murder, will out.\\nMrs. Angell. Pray be seated, sir. [Burgum sils r.\\nof table Bertha, l.]\\nBurgum. [Looking around the room. The rewards\\nof poetry, my dear.\\nBertha. The rewards of poetry, father, only poets\\nknow.\\nBurgum. Another romantic speech If you must\\nworship a poet, worship my collateral ancestor. Master\\nJohn de Bergham, a Cistercian monk, one of the\\ngreatest ornaments of his age so the Pedigree reads\\nand a translator of the Iliad. This boy never can be a\\npoet he knows no Latin and Greek.\\nBertha. He is not writing Latin and Greek.\\nBurgum. I regret that I permitted you to come.\\n4", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton,\\nYou are a sentimental girl likely to fall in love with\\nsuch a vagabond as Chatterton.\\nBertha. Do not call him a vagabond, father you\\nowe so much to him.\\nBur gum. For what\\nBertha. Your Pedigree.\\nBurgum. He has been paid.\\nBertha. Yes a crown.\\nBurgum. Hem He shall have more after the Col-\\nlege of Heralds has passed upon my claims not before.\\nBertha. In the meantime he may starve.\\nMrs. Angell. Indeed, lady, he is starving now.\\nBurgum. Nonsense One-half the troubles in life are\\ndue to gorging. Besides, I heard before we left Bris-\\ntol that he had sent his mother some china and dress\\npatterns even British herb-tobacco and a pipe for his\\ngrandmother. Starving nonsense\\nMrs. Angell. That was over a month ago, sir. Then\\nhe always was telling of what he was going to do for his\\nmother but now he seems so hopeless, and still he\\nwrites so hopefully to her. I do not believe he has had\\na morsel of food these two days. He is too proud to\\ntake anything from me. He says he is not hungry, and\\nyet he looks almost famished.\\nBertha. Poor Chatterton\\n5", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\nBurgiim. Why does he not work\\nMrs. Angell. He does work, sir ^all night sometimes\\nwriting, writing, writing,\\njBurgum. I mean at something profitable looking\\nup pedigrees, for instance, the boy has a genius for\\npedigrees.\\nMrs. Angell. I believe he is trying to get an appoint-\\nment as surgeon s mate. My husband, good man,\\noffered to secure him a place as a compter but Mr.\\nChatterton stormed about the house.\\nBurgum. A poet s gratitude.\\nBertha. A poet s indignation gainst a clown.\\nMrs. Angell. My husband is no clown, lady.\\nBertha. I beg your pardon. Madam.\\nBurgum. \\\\To Mrs. Angell. Pay no attention to\\nher she is as crazy as Chatterton.\\nBertha, I would I were.\\nBurgmn. Bah You are half in love with the beg-\\ngar already.\\nMrs. Angell. If he had a chance, sir, I think he\\nwould make something great.\\nBertha. I am sure of it\\nBurgum. You never met him.\\nBertha. But I have seen him, and have read his\\npoems.\\n6", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\nBurgiim. That doggerel in the Town and County\\n\\\\Taking a paper from table. Here is more of it.\\n\\\\Glances at paper. What s this? \\\\Reads.\\nGods what would Burgum give to get a name\\nAnd snatch his blundering dialect from shame\\nThe ingrate\\nWhat would he give to hand his memory down\\nTo time s remotest boundary a. crown.\\nWould you ask more, his swelling face looks blue\\nFuturity he rates at two pounds two.\\nZounds this of a de Burgum a descendant of Simon\\nde Seyncte Lyze, a companion of William the Con-\\nqueror\\nMrs. Angell. Be not angry with him, sir he is not\\nlike one of us.\\nEnter Chatterton, who pauses near doorway,\\nBurgum. Thank heaven for that I will not longer\\nbrook\\nThe impudence of this ungrateful boy,\\nWho mutters, rants, and doth himself opine\\nOne of the brooding darlings of the world.\\nBy what right is he moody and revengeful\\nBertha. He is as nature made him full of pride\\n7", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\nAnd fierce resentment gainst a callous race.\\nGive him but patience to endure neglect\\nQuell his rebellious spirit, and you take\\nFrom his tossed soul God s gift of poesy.\\nChatterton. \\\\_Coming forward.\\nLady, were I the poet of my dreams,\\nInstead of Chatterton, I could not word\\nMy gratitude to you.\\nBertha. T is Chatterton\\nChatterton. Well, Burgum, what s the news?\\nBurgum. [Aside. Impertinence\\nMrs. Angell. \\\\To Chatterton.]\\nBe seated, sir you must be very tired\\nYou have not been at home since ten o clock.\\nThe day\\nChatterton. \\\\Sinking upon a chair.]\\nClouds, sunshine, rain I 11 sleep to-night.\\nMrs. Aftgeil. Is there not something I can get you,\\nsir?\\nChatterton. Ah, yes go purchase me another\\nheart\\nThe world has worn this out t is like my shoes.\\nMrs. Afigell. When through with business you must\\ndine with us\\nI have some sheep tongues I would have you try.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton,\\nChatterton. What use are sheep tongues when I needs\\nmust roar?\\nI d eat a lion s litter.\\nBertha. \\\\Aside. O, how strange\\nMrs. Angell. \\\\Aside. The boy talks very wildly.\\nChattej ton. \\\\Impatiently Madam, go\\nYou d make a helpless invalid of me.\\n\\\\Exit Mrs. Angell.\\nShe is a noble woman and a bore.\\nNow, Norman blood, what s wrong in Bristol that\\nBrings you to town\\nBurgiim. Let us be serious, sir.\\nChatterton. First let me borrow Lord North s goggle\\neyes,\\nAnd have the modish stare my fiery orb\\nDisquiets men of birth. Go on, go on.\\nBurgum. My pedigree\\nChatterton. Should antedate the flood\\nI 11 read your partner s brother s silly book\\nOn the Noachian Deluge, and report\\nWhat I can glean.\\nBurgum. \\\\Aside. Did I not need his help,\\nI d cane the rogue. \\\\To hifn.~\\\\ I ve brought my\\nquarterings\\nAnd pedigree that you did kindly trace\\n9", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton*\\nTo be examined and attested by\\nThe Heralds College.\\nChatterton. \\\\Aside. George\\nHe 11 find t is all a hoax\\nBurgum. They have them now.\\nI must solicit you to go with me,\\nAnd answer certain questions. I 11 pay you well.\\nChatterton. Not for the wealth of Soho Square, my\\nlord.\\nI am the Duke de Garret they must come\\nTo interview me here.\\nBurgum. Impossible\\nChatterton. Then let them nose among their dusty\\ntomes\\nTo solve the riddles.\\nBurgmn. \\\\Indignajitly T is an outrage, sir\\nI am a lineal descendant from\\nChatterton. [Laughing. I copied that, and know it\\nall by rote.\\nYour ancestor, in reign of Henry Sixth,\\nObtained a royal patent to transmute\\nAll the inferior metals into gold\\nAnd now, while George the Fat squats on the throne,\\nYou, by that charter, deal in pewter, sir.\\nFrom gold to pewter t is a fearful fall", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton,\\nAnd yet you glory in it. O for shame\\nBurguni. Remember that my daughter s here.\\nChatterton. Forgive me.\\nIf I could aid you, I do vow I would,\\nBut t is beyond my power. \\\\Aside. I do regret,\\nFor her sweet sake, I played the prank.\\nBurgum. Well, well\\nI fear your going would not further me.\\nChafferton. \\\\_Aside. You 11 learn that soon enough.\\nBurgiim. [^Taking coin fror?i purse. Here is a shil-\\nling;\\nYour landlady asserts you are in need.\\nChatterton. [In anger. T is false a lie\\nBurgum. Well, Bertha, was I right\\nAnd, Chatterton, I 11 give you this advice.\\nYou eat too much or too irregular.\\nA much disordered stomach is a rot\\nFrom which young imps, bred like to maggots, rise,\\nAnd pester sore the brain. Could I destroy\\nThe miseries by bad digestion blown,\\nI d be the benefactor of the age\\nYea of all time. The world is gone astray\\nYour melancholy bard o erloads his paunch,\\nApd thinks it is poetic pregnancy.\\nChatterton. Few poets have a chance to overfeed.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "Cbattcrton.\\nE7iter Mrs. Angell.\\nBertha. O father, you are cruel.\\nMrs. Angell. \\\\To Burgiwi. Pardon, sir.\\nThere is a gentleman below, who says\\nHe must see you at once. Shall he come up\\nBurguni. No, no I 11 go to him.\\nMrs. Angell. I 11 tell him so. [Exit Mrs. Angell,\\nBurgum. He may bring news about the Pedigree.\\n\\\\To Bertha. Wait here I shall return.\\n\\\\_Extf Burgum.\\nChatterton. [Going to table. Fair advocate.\\nFor your defence my thanks must be the fee.\\nYou come from Bristol is my mother well\\nBertha. I really do not know.\\nChatterton. No, no, of course\\nMy head is heavy.\\nBertha. O, you do need aid\\nChatterton. Perhaps yet more I need another mind\\nThat turns not giddy on this whirling sphere.\\nBut that is naught to any one save me\\nWho cares for Chatterton\\nBertha. There s one at least\\nOne who beheld him roam the Bristol streets\\nBeset by dangers of a forward youth\\nMisunderstood, unhappy one who knows", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\nAll that he must have suffered here from want,\\nFrom loneliness, and hopes unrealized\\nOne who for him will offer up her prayers.\\nChatterton. Have mercy, lady, do not make me weep.\\nYou do not know me I am harsh indeed.\\nI have a most unlucky way of raillery.\\nAnd when the fit of satire is upon me,\\nI spare nor friend nor foe. Your father s duped.\\nBertha. Why, then we shall be happier so t is well.\\nChatterton. Part of this wretchedness that seethes\\nwithin\\nIs due to damned, unconquerable pride,\\nAnd part from hot imagination flows.\\nMy brain s afire.\\nBertha. I pity you the more\\nImaginary woes are real to him\\nWhom they oppress, and hardest to dispel\\nAnd if you truly do deserve your fate.\\nThen have you more to bear.\\nChatterton. You came in time\\nTomorrow to-morrow might have been too late.\\nBertha. My father soon will come, and I would ask\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nChatterton. My life, and it is yours.\\nBertha. No, not your life\\nBut that you nobly live.\\n13", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\nChatterton. I 11 try, I 11 try.\\nBertha. Give me some token let it be a verse\\nIn your own hand.\\nChatterton. I have none worthy you.\\nBertha. Have you not one among your papers there?\\nI know t is much to ask.\\nChatterton. No it is yours.\\n\\\\Taking up a sheet of paper. On melancholy that\\nwill scarcely do.\\nBertha. Read it to me, and I shall be the judge.\\nChatterton. \\\\JR.eads.\\nWhen silent are the chambers of the mind\\nTo rippling laughter and to whispering love,\\nWhen Hope hath whirred away, a mourning dove,\\nAnd bats dart in and out, and moans the wind.\\nThen Melancholy comes, to night consigned,\\nAnd haunts the moonlit windows. Perhaps above,\\nNot on this earth, can shadowy thoughts that rove\\nLike troubled ghosts a sweet obhvion find.\\nO like some cindered orb that shineth not,\\nYet holdeth still its planets as a sun,\\nIs one burnt out by sorrow and o erfraught\\nWith that mute anguish of a life undone\\nThat sinking of the heart, that deadly thought\\nThat all is lost and would be worthless won.\\nM", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton,\\n\\\\Handing paper to her. I would that it were better.\\nBertha, T is so sad.\\nChatterton. I wrote it on the midnight of the day\\nI fell into a new-made grave.\\nBertha. O, sir,\\nYield not to gloom for you are rich in mind.\\nOf all the boons the Fates propitious grant\\nI d choose the golden branch of poesy.\\nChatterton. Each man doth pay a price for what he has.\\nThe very qualities of mind and heart\\nThat make a poet make a sufferer.\\nThe keenness of perception, which unfolds\\nA realm of beauty hid to other eyes.\\nUnmasks the world shows him indifference\\nBehind the flimsy guise of courtesy.\\nThe shallowness of friendship, the alloy\\nOf self, debasing charity to trade.\\nThe vividness of his imagination.\\nWhich, in a garret, gives him trees and flowers,\\nThe cool salt sea and heaven s blue expanse.\\nEnlarges troubles, and creates such fears\\nHe trembles at the possible in life.\\nThe sensibility, which treasures up\\nEach word or look of kindness as a gem.\\nMakes bitterer the haughtiness of birth,\\n15", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\nThe vulgar swelling of a pompous purse.\\nThe slur, the slight, the mockery of fools.\\nBeyond he sees a spiritual sphere,\\nWhere, by unselfishness, the terrible\\nBecomes a valued teacher where the power\\nTo wound through self is lost yet cannot reach it.\\nHe is a medium through which all things speak\\nThe human passions wrack his nervous frame\\nEach thing in nature makes his heart its pulse.\\nWho would aspire to wear the laurel crown\\nIt is a crown of thorns [Sinks back upofi chair.\\nBertha. O you are faint from hunger\\nChatterton. T is not so\\nA giddiness be not afraid t will pass \\\\Faints-.\\nBertha. \\\\Going to him and raising his head.\\nO Chatterton, look up He s dead He s dead\\nO world, behold your deed His eyelids move\\nChatterton. [Recovering. T is gone. O I would\\ndie to wake like this.\\nBertha. I 11 get a glass of water. [Goes to wash-\\nstand and brings water back. Here, drink this.\\nChatterton. [After drinking. I have these spells\\nthey are not serious.\\nBertha. You are not well, you are not well.\\n[An increasing noise outside is heard.]\\ni6", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\nEnter Mrs. Angell in great excitement.\\nMrs. Angell. Fly, Chatterton, fly fly\\nChatterton. Have you gone mad\\nMrs. Angell. Fly Mr.Burgum swears he 11 murder\\nyou\\nHe is enraged.\\nChatto ton. I would fly only one\\nWho had the power to extend my lease of life\\nI am aweary of the premises.\\nMrs. Angell. He s foaming at the mouth.\\nChatterton. Then let him foam.\\nEach petty wave upon the mighty sea\\nFoams at its pleasure ^why not he I say\\nThen let him foam.\\nEnter Burgum in a fury.\\nBurgum. Waving his cane. I 11 murder him\\nBertha. \\\\Interposing. You shall not harm him,\\nfather.\\nMrs. Angell. \\\\To Chatterton. Come away\\nChatterton. Nay he is harmless as a bottled bee\\nHe can but buzz.\\nBertha. \\\\^To Burgum. What is the matter, sir?\\nBurgum. That knave that knave the pedigree is\\nfalse 1\\n2 17", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "(Tbatterton.\\nWhat can you say, you villain\\nBertha. He is ill.\\nBurgum. I care not for his illness, let him speak\\nYou swindler, speak\\nBertha. You gave him but a crown.\\nBurgum. Peace, peace or I shall drive you from the\\nroom.\\n\\\\To Chatterton. Now answer me\\nChattertofi. [Rising. Were it not for your\\nage\\nAnd for your daughter whom I do respect,\\nI d answer not in words.\\nBertha. O Chatterton\\nMrs. Angell. O gentlemen, I beg you both forbear.\\nChatterton. \\\\To Bertha.] Have no fear, lady did\\nhe bear a knife\\nTo stab me here, I would not parry it.\\nIf by such action I should frighten you.\\nStand not between.\\nBurgum. In King s Bench you shall lodge\\nChatterton. Then I shall fatten at the town s ex-\\npense.\\nNow, look you, Burgum, I 11 no more of this.\\nUnless the lady bid me, so take heed.\\nThis room doth show my poverty and needs,\\ni8", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\nYet t is my castle, sir\\nBurgum. I am undone\\nAnd Bristol will clap hands upon her sides\\nAnd roar with mirth. Why did you dupe me so\\nT was not for money, for t was but a crown,\\nChatterhvi. T was not for money, or you should\\nhave paid\\nA thousand crowns. You will remember, sir,\\nThat when a pupil at the Bluecoat School,\\nPoor, lonely, friendless, with a thirst for lore,\\nI came to ask of you the loan of books.\\nYou mocked my poverty, jeered at my verse,\\nAnd sneering bade me learn the cobbler s trade.\\nI knew your passion was for gold and birth\\nAnd gold you had. In bitter sport\\nI wrote your pedigree, scarce thinking it\\nWould be received with credence yet it was.\\nI should have told you then, but you did swell\\nAnd treat me with disdain. I tell you now\\nThat, since you are the father of this girl,\\nI d give my life to undo what is done\\nYet, were you not her father, I do swear\\nI d give my life to do it o er again.\\nI made a fool of gold, for it had made\\nA fool of me so long.\\n19", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\nBurgum. The whole is false\\nMy ancestor was not of Norman blood,\\nAnd John de Bergham never lived at all.\\nChatterton. He habited a world within a world\\nThis globe of fancy, where strange creatures live,\\nAnd all the business of existence moves\\nUnrecked of, as though on some distant orb.\\nThank heaven that, being a poet, he dwelt not here.\\nBurgum. [Despairingly. What shall I do?\\nBertha. \\\\To Chatterton. Can nothing be con-\\ntrived\\nBy which my father may derision scape?\\nChatterton. \\\\To Burgum, after a thoughtful pause\\nYou are not known in London j what is done\\nWill ne er to Bristol come you can give out,\\nAnent the pedigree, t was all your joke.\\nPlay your cards slowly, and with that same tact\\nWith which you bargain for your tin and lead\\nAnd, sir, the game is yours.\\nBurgum. \\\\Chuckling. To turn the laugh\\nUpon the laughers good that is the trick.\\nCome, daughter, come.\\nMrs. Angell. T is dark I ll go before.\\n\\\\Exit Mrs. Angell followed by Burgum.\\nBertha. Good-by.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "Cbattertom\\nChatterton. O lady, when I said good -by\\nTo my dear mother on the cloudy night\\nI took the coach for London, I did feel\\nAs though that word were fully charged with grief;\\nBut t was not so.\\nBertha. O, sir, do not despair\\nAnd should we never meet again, believe\\nMy thoughts will ever wander back to you.\\nChatterton. We shall not meet again.\\nBurgum. \\\\Calling from without 1^ Come, Bertha.\\nBertha. \\\\To Burgum^ Yes\\n\\\\To Chatterton. l Why so?\\nChatterton. If Barrett recommend me strong,\\nI sail for Africa as surgeon s mate.\\nBertha. Indeed but then you will return.\\nChatterton. Perhaps.\\nBertha. I will not say good-by good-night.\\nChatterton. \\\\Kissitig her hand. Farewell.\\n\\\\Chatte7-ton sinks upon chair, his elbows resting\\non table, his face upon his hands. Bertha\\npauses at doorway, looks back pityingly, and\\nthen goes out.\\nChatterton. \\\\Raising his head.\\nAlone, again alone, yet more alone\\nThan e er I was before. [After a pause. 1 The hope is vain.\\n21", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton,\\nthere is consolation in the thought\\nThat though a puppet in the hands of fate\\nA man is born and lives made now a king,\\nAnd now, the sport for mocking enemies,\\nHe has the power when evils hedge him round,\\nAnd joy and love and hope have fled for aye.\\nTo laugh ring down the drop, and end the play.\\nEnter Mrs. Angell.\\nMrs. Angell. Here is a letter, sir, that came to-day.\\n\\\\_Hands letter to Chatterton.\\nChatterton. [^To himself. This is in Barrett s hand\\nit seals my doom. \\\\Opens letter and reads to\\nhimself.\\n1 cannot recommend you for the place\\nOf surgeon s mate you know too little physic.\\n\\\\Tears up letter arid throws pieces on floor.\\nMrs. Angell. Bad news\\nChatterton. Good news ^a warrant for my death.\\nMrs. Angell. How pale you look but I have that\\nwill bring\\nThe color to your cheek. The lady begs\\nThat you accept this as a loan.\\n[^Gives a purse to Chatterton.\\n22", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\nChatterto7i. She s kind.\\nHeaven grant her happiness. \\\\Throwmg up purse.\\nThis yellow god\\nDistributes favors with a curious hand.\\nThe kings of his creation are so low\\nOf forehead that their crowns sit on their eyebrows.\\nThey have, for motley fools, wise men so called\\n(Not wise enough to live within their age),\\nWho feed upon the bones their masters throw\\nBeneath the table. T is the voice of fate,\\nExclusion s cruel law, that he who carries\\nIn the clouds his head shall stumble on the earth.\\nHere, take the trash I am no pauper yet.\\nGives ptrse to her.\\nMrs. Angell. \\\\Aside. The boy is surely crazed.\\nChatterton. There, go at once.\\nI cannot, with these artificial words.\\nShow the brain busy, and keep out the thoughts\\nThat knock to be admitted. No more go\\nMrs. Angell. With emotion. I meant not to offend.\\nChatterton. I am too rude.\\nI needs must take a tenderer farewell.\\nMrs. Angell. Farewell Why how you talk You\\nwill not leave?\\nChatterton. I may, perhaps.\\n23", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton*\\nMrs. Angell. Where are you going, sir?\\nChatierton. To sea but vex me not at present,\\nplease\\nAnd, should my mother come to you, tell her\\nHow hard I worked but t was of no use no use.\\nGood-by, dear Mrs. Angell. \\\\Kisses her.\\nMrs. AngelL I 11 leave the lamp.\\nChatterton. No take it t is too brilliant.\\n\\\\Lights candle and ha?ids lamp to her.\\nMrs. Angell. You will feel\\nMuch better in the morning.\\nChatterton. Pray I may.\\nMrs. Angell. \\\\Aside.~\\\\ I 11 ask my husband what is\\nbest to do,\\n\\\\Exit Mrs. Angell with lamp. Lights lowered.\\nChatterton. And should I reach ambition s goal at\\nlast\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMy brain would not hold out. Why, even now\\nI feel rebellion gainst the reason strong\\nAnd frenzy coming on. No, not that fate\\nConfined within a mad-house there to sit,\\nPerchance for years long years with vacant stare\\nAnd slabber dripping from the fallen lip\\nOr with a maniac s eye to see such things\\nAs hell doth not contain to hear loud shrieks\\n24", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "Cbattertom\\nAnd clanking chains O God, not that, not that\\n[After a pause. I 11 do it, and to-night.\\n\\\\Goes to door and locks it. The click of the\\nlock is heard.\\nThere Hope, stay out\\nCome not to me when life is past recall.\\n[Comes back to table. They shall not have the poems\\nwhich they spurned,\\nBut Rowley shall with Chatterton expire.\\n[Draws out box from under table, and takes\\nout manuscripts.\\nhow these papers plead with me for life\\nAll my young thoughts and all my early dreams\\n1 cannot do it O I cannot do it\\nWeeping, he lets his head fall upon his arm.\\n[After a pause.] Here fools may thrive and I why\\nI lack bread.\\n[Firmly.] It must be thus.\\nTears up papers, and throws pieces fluttering\\ninto the air.\\nturn to white-winged gulls, and fly away\\nThis is no place for you. And now the end.\\n[Takes a vial from his pocket.\\n1 feel much calmer. [Looking at vial.] It is better\\nthus\\n25", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\nA bullet tearing through my fevered brain\\nSeems so abhorrent to me. Yet t is sad\\nTo send this ghostly messenger to bid\\nMy troubled heart be still and then these hands.\\nThese faithful, willing hands that even now\\nObey me to the death.\\n[^Coarse laughter of a man and woman far off\\nin the street is heard.\\nWhat noise is that\\nThe ribalds come nearer and nearer, singing\\nthe following song, with occasional bursts of\\nmirth. Chatterton goes to window, throws\\nopen casement. The moonlight streatns in.\\nVoices. [Frofn street.\\nSay st thou it is a lawless love\\nThat lusts within mine eye\\nKnow thou there is no lawless love\\nBeneath the love-lit sky.\\nFemale Voice. I m out of tune; give me another\\ndrink. [Laughter.\\nBoth Voices. [Singing.]\\nMan maketh law, but Nature, love\\nAnd in the court above\\nLove s cast for only fickleness\\nBut then it is not love.\\n26", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\n\\\\_Laughter.\\n[Laughter and singing die away in the dista?tce.\\nChatterton comes from window, laughs wildly, and then\\nsuddenly checks his mirth J\\\\\\nChatterton. O, what an unction for the closing eye,\\nAnd what a chant to fill the parting ear\\n[A distant clock again strikes the hour.\\nA signal be it so. [Drinks poison. The deed is\\ndone.\\nO, my poor mother peace, my anguished soul.\\nHave mercy, heaven, when I cease to be,\\nAnd this last act of wretchedness forgive.\\n[A look of agony passes over his face he staggers to\\nthe bed and sinks upon his knees then he rises and\\nspeaks deliriously.]\\nThe coach\\nThe coach is coming I can hear its wheels\\nGood-by, my friends and mother, have no fear\\nI shall succeed. I 11 write you all from London\\n[Falls in the moonlight upon the pieces of his manu-\\nscripts, and dies. Slow curtain. Curtain rises. Lights\\n27", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "Cbatterton.\\nup. It is mornifig. ChattertoTi is discovered lying on\\nfloor as before. A discussion among voices is heard\\nwithout. Loud knocking.\\nMrs. Angell. {From without. Mr. Chatterton\\n\\\\Knocking. Mr. Chatterton {Knocking^ Mr. Chat-\\nterton\\nCURTAIN.\\n28", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "I^tnalbo,\\ntlje\\nDoctor of Florence.", "height": "2975", "width": "2019", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "DRAMATIS PERSONS.\\nRiNALDO, a young physician.\\nTOMMASO Adimari, a yoiing nobleman.\\nAndrea, servant to Rinaldo.\\nFiLiPPO, servant to Tommaso.\\nThe Hermit, protector to Elena.\\nRiccARDO Adimari, cousin to Tommaso.\\nFrederico P^muKKi, father to Riccardo.\\nTorello, a villager.\\nTedaldo, a Florentine.\\nA Priest.\\nA Poet.\\nA Philosopher.\\nBruno, _\\nGrave-robbers.\\nPietro, J\\nElena, a peasant girl.\\nBelcolore, mistress to Tommaso, and in time wife to\\nRinaldo.\\nPeronella, an innkeeper.\\nCaterina, wife to Torello.\\nVillagers, Guests, Players, Musicians, fugglers, Followers\\nof the Adimari, Servants, a?td other Attendants.\\nSCENE. Florence and its Vicinity.\\n30", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "RINALDO,\\nTHE DOCTOR OF FLORENCE.\\nACT THE FIRST.\\nScene I. A Street in a Village near Florence.\\nEnter Tommaso and Filippo.\\nTommaso. She passes here, you said.\\nFilippo. And so I thought.\\nTommaso. You must have had a reason so to think.\\nFilippo. My reason is that she did spend the night\\nWithin the village, and to-day returns\\nTo meet Rinaldo for a parting kiss.\\nTommaso. In truth, this upstart goes to Florence, then?\\nFilippo At your uncle s expense.\\nTommaso. At my expense\\nFor, has this illegitimate less skill\\nThan that by which Asklepios waked the dead,\\nHe cannot keep the devil from his own\\n31", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "IRinalDo,\\nNor me from my inheritance one year\\nTherefore, at my expense.\\nFilippo. At your expense\\nBut certainly his lordship looks much better.\\nTommaso. Well, what of that Old age is a disease\\nBeyond the stop of surgery or physic\\nAnd my dear uncle has it most severe.\\nFilippo. But what gives strict consistency a twinge\\nIs that his lordship, at his time of life.\\nWho never was accounted generous\\nTotntnaso. Generous each penny s registered by\\nhim\\nFondled with the affection of a parent\\nPut through a daily exercise in count\\nBefore it is allowed to pass away,\\nThe best of medical attendance has\\nAnd long is mourned with tearful lamentation.\\nFilippo. Some say, for meanness past he ll make\\namends\\nBy leaving this son -of- no-father rich\\nSome, too, whose senses have become acute\\nBy earing plots and nosing out abuses\\nThe same, my lord, that sniffed at your intent\\nTo be an uncle to yourself and have\\nA cousin-son by your bewitching aunt.\\n32", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of jflorence.\\nTommaso. I never did admit that and so long\\nAs accusation s proof confession lacks\\nThere is a doubt to buoy character.\\nFilippo, Why, she herself confessed.\\nTommaso. A truce to this.\\nA thousand golden florins have I not,\\nAnd my estates are full encumbered.\\nMy creditors, who did my youth cajole\\nTo glory in a vaunting thriftlessness,\\nTo which, with credit slack, they gave free scope,\\nDrew tether in when it was noised abroad\\nThat I of my young aunt had been too fond.\\nThe wind of this new rumor, that for this\\nMy uncle has cut me off, hath made their love.\\nThe weathercock of fortune, point due north,\\nAnd chilled their smiles to grins. Nor do I think\\nThat of such magic parts I am possessed,\\nWhereof in fanciful romance we read,\\nThat with a frown I can o erthrow my foes,\\nRepay these usurers in my regard.\\nAnd let my gallantry air itself in rags.\\nI know, full well, the patience of the world\\nIs co-extensive with the sinner s purse\\nAnd, with my money and my prospects gone.\\nIts charitable fast will turn to vicious;\\n3 iZ", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "1Rtnal o,\\nWhilst these same clawed and ostrich -bellied men\\nWill have a stomach for my very bones.\\nFilippo. Tis sure they will, my lord.\\nTommaso. That they may not,\\nNor, with a gnawing hunger, I be left\\nThe beggar s feast the smell of the repast,\\nWe must be doing for, though to myself\\nI have as yet admitted this as gossip\\n(Strangely, for fear concession give it substance),\\nStill have I ever had a well-fed dread\\nRinaldo might supplant me in the will.\\nFilippo. I should not let him.\\nTommaso. How could you prevent\\nFilippo. T is easier than many harder things.\\nTommaso. But make it easy, and I 11 make you rich.\\nFilippo. Why, challenge him.\\nTommaso. Remain poor as your wit.\\nDid but a single life stand in my way.\\nYour easy would be hard.\\nFilippo. What is there else?\\nTommaso. There are more men in Florence than\\nRinaldo\\nAnd, should he be by any means removed,\\nMy uncle might another one select\\nOf some experience and penetration.\\n34", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "Ubc Doctor of jflotence.\\nFilippo. Rinaldo is no fool, though I have heard\\nHis father was a noble.\\nTommaso. Yes, a White,\\nWho the plebeian mother did desert\\nWhen she did pregnant prove. She died of grief\\n(Whence comes their love-child s melancholy mien),\\nYet, when the lecher did an exile die.\\nThe commons sainted him while I by them.\\nFor unevinced fault, must be accurst.\\nFilippo. And disinherited sweet poverty\\nTommaso. And disinherited most likely, too\\nFor everything, my uncle to appease,\\nI have in order tried attended mass\\nDid penance for my sins kept meekly silent\\nThen wrote to him (admitting just enough\\nTo give denial color) that his wife\\nDistracted was when she the sin confessed\\nHeaven be my witness but to no effect.\\nFilippo. Unnatural uncle\\nTommaso. Be that as it may\\nShould this low mongrel to my rights succeed,\\nI will be his successor. To that end.\\nWe must Rinaldo from Elena wean.\\nFirst, as I have a passion for the girl,\\nWhich heats the very marrow, boils the blood,\\n35", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "IRinalbo,\\nAnd fires imagination so at times,\\nI d miss the rest to satiate my love.\\nThen, should they wed, my overtures to her,\\nWhich now for fear of strife she from him hides,\\nWould turn him fiercely gainst my every hope.\\nAnd, on his death, all would devolve on her.\\nInstead, I must be his sole devisee,\\nExecutor, and legatee. This done\\nFilippo. This done, he s done you will provoke a\\nquarrel\\nTommaso. Not so I shall not toll the Martinella,\\nBut crush him as did Florence Fiesole.\\nFilippo. The words run smoothly but the acts may\\ntrip.\\nIn brief, the plan doth seem most weak in this\\nTis strong but in your adversary s weakness.\\nTommaso. Then is it strong indeed for he s a dolt\\nAn equalizer whose own rank doth fix\\nThe level of his communistic sea\\nOne of those railers gainst the nobility.\\nThat from the Ambona ventilate their lungs.\\nOr in a balmy arbor tune their harps.\\nAnd sing, in catching numbers, humble worth.\\nBah throw a title to one of this stamp.\\nHe will devour it like the starving dog\\n36", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "Ubc Doctor of Florence,\\nThat strives to swallow, at one gulp, the beef\\nFlung to him by a charitable hand.\\nHe hates the commons, too, and curses them.\\nHe is a cross between the two extremes\\nAnd of the qualities of each partakes\\nI am no prophet if I find the lown\\nLess greedy for the fruit of birth and fame\\nThan he is prompt to scoff them.\\nFilippo. But he knows\\nYour reputation and your last amour.\\nTommaso, He then has less to learn. I mean by that,\\nThe worst being known, disclosure has no fang.\\nI shall try once again to win the girl\\nAnd, gain or lose, then to inveigle him.\\nFilippo. To win the girl would be to win his hate.\\nBeware both edges of a two-edged sword\\nNote that a ready knowledge marks the thief;\\nThat slanders, like the wasps, bear stings behind\\nThat liars to you will about you lie\\nNor let a foe bruise your shin to stub his toe.\\nTonimaso. He will deem me his preserver. By the\\nsaints\\nI think he would not give a maid the ring.\\nIf idle rumor did asperse her fame,\\nThough he did know her chaste. A good point this\\n37", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "IRinalDo,\\nShould she unruly act one hard to meet\\nFor, in some minds so delicately framed,\\nThe most unlikely scandal, given breath,\\nAttaints what they adore, and leaves a stain\\nThat proved innocence cannot expunge.\\nShe is an orphan with the Hermit lives\\nHe has a lusty body for his years\\nThis Michael Scott may have taught her in love\\nWhile he her lover did instruct in physic.\\nI 11 con the matter further.\\nFilippo. But\\nTomjnaso. No more\\nOf finding buts and might-bes in the scheme.\\nIt is the only one we have to choose,\\nAnd that s a virtue in it so to work.\\nHave you the tables spread as I directed\\nFilippo. Alas my lord and paid the ringing coin\\nFor, though I was not bluntly trust refused,\\nBeneath the giving surface of excuse,\\nI felt denial s firmness which, covered o er,\\nWould have no more been yielding to my suit.\\nHad I a pressure obstinate maintained\\nAnd forced a contact.\\nTom7naso. What we must, we must:\\nAnd, to secure the rabble s vulgar mouth,\\n38", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "trbe 2)octot of ^Florence.\\nWe must its belly fill.\\nFilippo, But what puts salt upon my bleeding heart\\nIs the disparity twixt purse and maw.\\nTommaso. Well, let them gorge while food is plentiful:\\nTo hell their favor when I need it not.\\nI shall myself invite them to the tables\\nSee that ^but here the lady comes begone\\nFilippo. [Exit singing.\\nI own the broadest land\\nMy blood, said the lord, is blue.\\nThen may blue blood be damned\\nThe king s-evil s eating you.\\nTommaso. A glibness of the tongue, if it strike in,\\nIs fatal if he useless should become,\\nLet him avoid a chill.\\nEnter Elena.\\nSweet maid, one word.\\nElena. My lord\\nTommaso. Your slave more subject than your hand\\nWhose rank and fortune, in the light of love.\\nFade like the stars i the radiance of the sun.\\nElena. My lord oh, let me pass\\n39", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nFirst Villager. If her mouth can only hold out\\nagainst the siege of our understanding, her wit will\\nsuccor it betimes.\\nThird Villager. Let her alone. How does Rinaldo\\ntake it\\nCaterina. You should see him strut. I remember his\\nmother, the prude no one in the village good enough\\nfor her she would a lord.\\nTorello. Alas for those who do you a favor, my dear\\nthey incur your undying enmity. Rinaldo has been very\\nkind to us and, if one must answer for his parents\\nslips, woe be to those that follow this generation.\\nFourth Villager. He cured me of the megrims.\\nSecond Villager. And me of the itch, which kept me\\nscratching like an old hen with a brood of young chickens.\\nCaterina. A woman pretender could do that. You\\nare as big a dolt as Andrea, who has placed his life to\\nthe credit of Rinaldo s account, to be drawn on at\\npleasure, for two or three drinks of hippocras and as\\nmany huge words, each large enough to bear off a dozen\\ntomtit souls. Rinaldo is a monster like his lordly\\nfather. He dressed my dog s wound; but afterward,\\nwhen the poor animal, in pure gratitude, followed at\\nhis heels, he gave the brute such a yerk behind that\\nAjax ran and yelped and howled.\\n42", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "Ube 2)octor of jflorence.\\nFirst Villager. She has declared war because of a dog.\\nTorello. The Hermit says\\nCaterina. Another one of those nameless men, come\\nfrom Pavia, Padua, Genoa or Venice the Lord only\\nknows Kept to himself until he met Rinaldo not\\nmuch of a hermit now. They say that he was disap-\\npointed in love. Poor love no scapegrace but fell\\nthrough love. In mercy s name, how long does the dis-\\nease last Perhaps, if everything were known, he\\nwould not escape hanging. Elena, poor girl, had bet-\\nter watch these quacks. She is forbid by my young\\nmaster to lead up a dance she must needs act like a\\ncloistered lady.\\nTorello, The only one in the village, my love, you\\ndo not censure.\\nCaterina. Censure I censure no one. Here comes\\na villain that could tickle you on the ribs, and, when\\nyou opened your mouth to laugh, pour poison down\\nyour throat.\\nFilippo. [From without, singing.]\\nTorello s wife is an ugly wench\\nOh, how d she come to catch im\\nShe may thank her lucky stars that apes\\nHave other apes to match em.\\nCaterina. He means us, my dear.\\n43", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "1Rinal^o,\\nFirst Villager. If her mouth can only hold out\\nagainst the siege of our understanding, her wit will\\nsuccor it betimes.\\nThird Villager. Let her alone. How does Rinaldo\\ntake it\\nCaterina. You should see him strut. I remember his\\nmother, the prude no one in the village good enough\\nfor her she would a lord.\\nTorello. Alas for those who do you a favor, my dear\\nthey incur your undying enmity. Rinaldo has been very\\nkind to us and, if one must answer for his parents\\nslips, woe be to those that follow this generation.\\nFourth Villager. He cured me of the megrims.\\nSecond Villager. And me of the itch, which kept me\\nscratching like an old hen with a brood of young chickens.\\nCaterina. A woman pretender could do that. You\\nare as big a dolt as Andrea, who has placed his life to\\nthe credit of Rinaldo s account, to be drawn on at\\npleasure, for two or three drinks of hippocras and as\\nmany huge words, each large enough to bear off a dozen\\ntomtit souls. Rinaldo is a monster like his lordly\\nfather. He dressed my dog s wound; but afterward,\\nwhen the poor animal, in pure gratitude, followed at\\nhis heels, he gave the brute such a yerk behind that\\nAjax ran and yelped and howled.\\n42", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "Ube Boctot of jflorence*\\nFirst Villager. She has declared war because of a dog.\\nTorello. The Hermit says\\nCaterina. Another one of those nameless men, come\\nfrom Pavia, Padua, Genoa or Venice the Lord only\\nknows Kept to himself until he met Rinaldo not\\nmuch of a hermit now. They say that he was disap-\\npointed in love. Poor love no scapegrace but fell\\nthrough love. In mercy s name, how long does the dis-\\nease last? Perhaps, if everything were known, he\\nwould not escape hanging. Elena, poor girl, had bet-\\nter watch these quacks. She is forbid by my young\\nmaster to lead up a dance she must needs act like a\\ncloistered lady.\\nTorello, The only one in the village, my love, you\\ndo not censure.\\nCaterina. Censure I censure no one. Here comes\\na villain that could tickle you on the ribs, and, when\\nyou opened your mouth to laugh, pour poison down\\nyour throat.\\nFilippo. [From without, singing.]\\nTorello s wife is an ugly wench\\nOh, how d she come to catch im\\nShe may thank her lucky stars that apes\\nHave other apes to match em.\\nCaterina. He means us, my dear.\\n43", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nEnter Filippo.\\nNow, Filippo, what fresh insult is this\\nFilippo. None, most virtuous madam, none. By my\\ngrandfather s honor (who was wed at the rapier s point,\\nand who was charged by certain ill-disposed persons\\nwith being a cutpurse his hand having mistaken its\\nroad and got into their pockets), I swear, no insult was\\nintended. He that speaks truth insults only the devil\\nand who should cry hold! when the devil is be-\\ndeviled Dear madam, you are taking upon yourself\\nthe devil s quarrel.\\nCaterina. Who ever heard the devil s imp speak\\ntruly? You sneaking, lecherous knave, I know you\\nwell.\\nFilippo. Not half so well as you might know me were\\nyou younger.\\nCaterina. I never was so young as to be duped by\\nsuch a filthy rogue, and I am old enough to know your\\nhistory.\\nFilippo. The world s history, sweet antediluvian you\\nwere temptation to my great-grandsire. Who knows\\nbut that you put the lechery in our blood The globe\\nis a slippery place for man to walk upon, and that good,\\nancient gentleman may have had his fall. I doubt the\\ncorrectness of my genealogical map if he had not.\\n44", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "Ube 2)octor of Florence.\\nCaterina. Impudent scoundrel I 11 let this stick\\nhave its fall on your pate.\\nFilippo. Put up the staff words are our weapons\\nwe 11 fight as fairly as two bucks.\\nCaterina. I will not bandy words with you, who trace\\ndescent through scores of libertines.\\nFilippo. Lord, Lord, that I should see the day Take\\naway my sense of touch, my eyes, my ears, my palate\\nand my nose that I may not feel slimy man, nor hear\\nhis vulgar speech, nor see his rascal features, nor taste,\\nnor smell this bitter, noisome world but live within\\nmyself an ego egotistically confined. Here comes his\\nvirgin lordship. Farewell; the devil s imp must give\\nplace to the devil. \\\\Exit Filippo.\\nCaterina, He has rightly named his master.\\nEnter Tommaso.\\nTommaso. Good people, one and all, it gives me joy\\nto see you joyful on this bright May day. Nature has\\ndonned her gayest gown, and joins in the merrymaking.\\nBut what is beauty to an empty stomach The stomach\\nis the pampered favorite of the heart, the head, and all\\nour several parts the patron of sociability. If we have\\nany suit to these, his smile ensures an audience and suc-\\ncess. That we may win his favor, I have prepared a\\n45", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nlittle bribe in shape of fowls, cold and roasted loins of\\nmeat stuffed pigs, with wine and relishes and other\\nthings acceptable to this, our friend at court.\\nCaterina. I think he has reformed.\\nTommaso. If you will follow me, I 11 verify my words.\\nCaterina. Come on, Torello, or the gluttons will get\\nthere first.\\nFirst Villager. I do not like him, and will not go.\\nThird Villager. Nor do I like him, but I like his\\nfood. Come eat your enemy s bread, and then, by\\nthe strength it gives you, cut his throat thus do you\\nmake him an accessory to his own murder, and have a\\ntwofold revenge. Come along.\\n\\\\Exit Tommaso, followed by Villagers. Enter\\nElena; enter Rinaldo the Angelus rings j\\nthey pause in an attitude of devotion.\\nElena. Rinaldo\\nRinaldo. You are before me am I late\\nElena. Oh, no not very late.\\nRinaldo. Not very late\\nIs still too late for one to call it promptness.\\nElena. I was myself detained for as I came\\nTo meet you here, a villager I passed,\\nPoor soul who even on this holiday\\nIs forced to spin. She looked so longingly\\n46", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "Zbc Doctor ot Florence,\\nFor kindly heed and I could not refuse\\nWhat was so eager sought and cost so little.\\nOh that I could with one pure, golden wish\\nMake every poor, deserving mortal rich\\nRinaldo. You would enrich but few. Did every one\\nHis judgment in each separate act obey,\\nNor juggle facts, his conscience to deceive.\\nHow many paupers, think you, would there be\\nBelieve me, too, Elena, that you waste\\nCompassion on these creatures, deeming them\\nLike to yourself in their position placed\\nThey are mere crabs, bloodless, ambitionless\\nWhich suffer less, being crushed, than you in pity.\\nElena. You are my own Rinaldo speaking ill,\\nAnd ever doing good but I 11 not hark.\\nOld cynic, to advice the adviser shuns.\\nRi7ialdo. I would not that a crab should useless\\nsuffer\\nBut do not sow, nor counsel you to sow.\\nAll expectation in the sterile soil\\nOf this world s gratitude. Who does, reaps pain:\\nFor those most sensitive to others woe\\nFeel most the wound a thankless heart inflicts\\nAnd unrequited charity oft makes\\nA whole life miserable. No, Elena\\n47", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "IRinalDo,\\nEnter Hermit.\\nI find more pleasure in the stars, the trees,\\nThe grass, the flowers, than in all else, save you.\\nNature is not an ingrate, and she lacks\\nAntagonistic passions, which disturb.\\nWhen in another seen, and which arouse\\nThe baseness in ourselves. In her calm presence,\\nWith animal propensity inert.\\nAnd incorporeal spirit winging free,\\nWe near the angels. I would that you\\nBut here are age and wisdom let them speak.\\nHermit. Howe er with other people it may be,\\nTo stir my soul s deep sensibilities,\\nThere must be, in the object of its love,\\nA sympathetic heart. Know thou that prat st\\nOf loving, more devoutly than mankind,\\nNature s inanimate forms, the noblest love\\nThat man can feel is for his fellow -man.\\nHim canst thou cheer when self-respect and hope\\nHave left him like a wreck upon the sands\\nAnd if, in all thy days, thou hast done naught\\nBut fill one life with joy, thou hast done well.\\nBut what for senseless nature canst thou do\\nWith bounteous hand she gives, but ne er receives,\\nRinaldo. Ay, father, gives us of her beauty ever.\\n48", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of 3florence\u00c2\u00bb\\nHermit. Cold is her beauty, for it lacks the glow\\nOf affection s gentle warmth. Sublimely pure,\\nUnpitying and passionless she moves,\\nMajestic in her known eternity.\\nFrom laws unvarying, which gave us birth\\nAnd shaped our being to conform with them,\\nHer seeming cruelty and justice spring\\nAnd all we see, in her e er-changing looks,\\nOf rage or sympathy is but our own\\nReflection. He that her chaste image paints\\nTrue to its stem simplicity will live\\nImmortal as his race for, like the clouds.\\nEmotion comes and goes while reason bides.\\nChangeless as the blue firmament beyond.\\nBut to the heart impassioned by the thought\\nOf friends departed or of those that soon\\nMust be shut up forever in the grave\\nO er whom the snow shall drift, the chill winds sweep,\\nTill those dear features moulder into dust\\nWhat consolation is the flowery scene\\nThe ceaseless roaring of the mighty deep\\nOne speaks the ending one, the evermore.\\nTis not until the deeper faculties\\nThemselves exhaust by suffering acute.\\nThat nature, with her varied loveliness,\\n4 49", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nAn audience in the cooler senses finds.\\nOh, in such time of anguish, or when we\\nLie helpless on the solemn bed of death.\\nAware nor friends, nor courage, nor appeal\\nNor anything that has availed through life\\nCan save from that inevitable fate\\nNaught, naught that lies without the realms of hope\\nCan so console the spirit, or can throw\\nSuch holy radiance round our dying hour\\nAs those unselfish acts by which we strove\\nTo raise the sum of human happiness.\\nRinaldo. I know, I know, good father\\nYour words sound well enough, mean well enough,\\nAnd would, perhaps, be practical in heaven.\\nHermit. Oh, deem not everything impractical\\nThat is of heaven. You leave to-day, I hear.\\nRinaldo. I momentarily expect Andrea\\nTo say the horses are in readiness.\\nHermit. His lordship has been very kind, Rinaldo.\\nRinaldo. He owes me something for my skill and time.\\nHermit. But is no less entitled to thy thanks.\\nSome persons freely give, who will not pay\\nThat it is due, ennobles oft the deed.\\nBut I am starting on another strain\\nAndrea goes along\\n50", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "Ube doctor of jflorence.\\nRhialdo. He would not stay.\\nA more devoted servant does not live.\\nHermit. He is a worthy lad, and loves thee much.\\nElena and myself shall miss you both\\nBut thy success will solace loneliness,\\nAnd I am confident thou wilt succeed,\\nAnd honor by excelling me, my son.\\nRinaldo. Each hamlet has its genius cribbed by for-\\ntune\\nYouthful promise doth rare materialize.\\nHermit. True that the many fail makes critics safe\\nIn damning all that s new yet would I not\\nSuch critics emulate I d rather err\\nIn prophesying greatness.\\nRinaldo. You might work\\nA double injury.\\nHermit. An injury\\nRinaldo. Discount the future, and we rob surprise,\\nAnd make achievements fair as bankrupts show.\\nHermit. He should not climb that seeks for fleshly\\nfood:\\nThe sheltered valleys teem with fruitfulness,\\nEasy of access whilst the weathered peaks\\nThat top a rough and dangerous ascent\\nAre barren to the lower appetite.\\nSI", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "1Rtnal^o,\\nBut I must hasten to a sick man s bed\\nTime moves but slowly twixt the doctor s calls.\\nFarewell, my son. I 11 keep Elena safe,\\nAs I have done since her good father died.\\nWhen thou returnest for her, I shall be\\nReluctant to make transfer. Fare thee well.\\nWhen reason falters, let love s impulse guide.\\n[^Exi f Hermit.\\nRinaldo. Bless him for going\\nElena. He is so wise and good.\\nRinaldo. Who trifles with his own time is a fool\\nWho trifles with mine, a knave.\\nElena. He means us well.\\nRinaldo. Some humanity far too general is\\nEver to reach the individual.\\nElena. Fy, fy, when he has done so much for us.\\nRinaldo. Blasted be the man that lies in ambush\\nFor a theme on which to moralize\\nHead a-bobbing, eyes strained, ears extended\\nFalling on an unsuspecting sentence,\\nTimid word, or innocent occurrence\\nWith a self-exhilarating whooping\\nRiddling it with oft-remoulded weapons\\nFrom the wordy armory of morals\\nTearing with a zest its ragged garments\\n52", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "Ube 2)octor of jflorence.\\nMutilating, mocking, not desisting,\\nTill he sights another in the distance.\\nWhy, such a man sees tenderness in snakes.\\nGracefulness in a hippopotamus.\\nHears music in a swine sucking and grunting\\nOver his swill. If you by chance complain,\\nI wish I had not such a heavy cold\\nYou should be thankful it is not the plague.\\nOr if It always rains when I would out j\\nReproach not all-designing Providence.\\nAnd then there follows such a swarm of words\\nThat liver, heart, and everything within\\nSwear like a bevy of imprisoned troopers.\\nThough his advice be good and what you seek,\\nHe gives such a huge, unpalatable dose,\\nYou fain would throttle him for giving it.\\nWell, well, I 11 stop for very much I fear\\nThat, like the carping censors of the time,\\nI paint the picture of a driveling fool,\\nAnd then unconsciously act out the portrait.\\nSo let us to our own concerns, and be\\nAs heedless of the world as t is of us.\\nElena. Oh, do you love me much, Rinaldo\\nRinaldo. Why\\nElena. I know you do, and still am not content\\n53", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "IRinaldo,\\nWith knowledge of your love I must have word\\nAnd tribute from your heart to show it mine.\\nI know that in the viol music lurks,\\nAnd yet, unplayed, there is no melody.\\nIf you should tell me that I was most dear\\nA thousand times, each time would grow more sweet.\\nA woman can not live on reason s fruit\\nShe pines for daily tokens from the love\\nThat life s more weighty actions prove within.\\nA frown no deeper than a passing cloud\\nWill dusk her brightest joy a sunny smile\\nDispels the mists that gather in her way.\\nYou kissed me only once when we did meet.\\nRinaldo. Then should my power of kissing be an-\\nnulled\\nFor tis a franchise that non-use should forfeit\\nTherefore, I 11 make amends. \\\\Kisses her.\\nI do seem cold\\nBut I have seen so much of flattery\\nOf ostentatious slabbering o er those\\nFor whom the slightest fondness is not felt\\nOf these chameleons, which change their hue\\nTo match the color of that on which they feed,\\nThat in my temper a repugnance lies\\nTo laying bare my heart. The first display,\\n54", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "trbe 2)octor of jflorence.\\nIn warmth of feeling made, is nipped by shame,\\nDraws in its head, and closes up its shell.\\nElena. I ofttimes wish you more demonstrative\\nBut tell myself that, were you otherwise.\\nYou would not be Rinaldo but perhaps\\nYou would think more of me were I less loving.\\nRinaldo. No judge not what I like by what I do\\nA person mannered like myself would be\\nIntolerable company to me.\\nBe as you are you could not please me better.\\nElena. Then am I happy, being as I am\\nFor to please you my every effort aims\\nAnd when some new accomplishment I seek,\\nTis but to make me worthy of your love.\\nI have but one ambition in this life.\\nAnd that ambition yours. In each great mind\\nSome lower faculty finds its employ\\nIn gaining for the higher sustenance\\nSo do I, a part of you, my calling find\\nIn caring for your wants.\\nRinaldo. You underrate\\nYour mental qualities they would adorn\\nAn office of more yield and dignity\\nThey need but self-esteem to lend them strength.\\nElena. How glad I am to have you tell me this\\n55", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "1Rinal^0t\\nAt times I ve wondered what you saw in me\\nTo make you choose me from the whole, wide world.\\nMayhap, when you have had the social scope\\nThat greatness gives, and have fair ladies seen\\nIn conversation s art and manners skilled,\\nOf rank and fortune and high education,\\nMy humble station and unschooled ways\\nWill in comparison so lowly seem.\\nThat, though by duty held, you will regret\\nYou matched so early.\\nRinaldo, What a foolish thought\\nElena. If you should truant prove, I should lose\\nfaith\\nAlmost in God himself.\\nRinaldo. Do you not trust me?\\nElena. I trust you as I do mine eyes, on whose\\nVeracity I hourly stake my life.\\nRinaldo. Then shall I be as faithful to the trust\\nAs those dear eyes. For know, my loving girl,\\nI have an eye that weeps, but weeps in secret\\nA heart that feels, but suffers in constraint\\nA surface fickle as the wind-rid waves.\\nBeneath, a current constant as the depths.\\nTo struggle gainst its native flow would be\\nAn endless strife and hopeless misery.\\n56", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "Ubc Doctor ot Florence.\\nElena. I do not doubt you t is my perfect faith,\\nSecure from everything that now exists,\\nWhich questions of the possible its worst\\nTo break or flaw.\\nRinaldo. Till I disloyal grow,\\nRetain this locket you will find within\\nMy sweet, wronged mother s face, and also mine\\nWhere once my father s cruel visage was.\\nIt has more power to move me than the ring\\nThat symbols kingly will Andrea comes.\\nElena. I 11 wear it near my heart, but not in fear.\\nEnter Andrea.\\nAndrea. The gentlemen who ride with us are waiting.\\nRinaldo. Then must we go.\\nElena. Rinaldo\\nRinaldo. Weep not, my love\\nFlorence is not so very far away\\nWe shall see each other often come, cheer up.\\nElena. Rinaldo, dear, I cannot let you go.\\nA dog howled all last night and there s a dread\\nI cannot quell stay but until to-morrow.\\nRinaldo. T would be the same to-morrow as to-day.\\nElena. T will give me time for waking.\\nRinaldo. If you do part from me, I part from you.\\n57", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nElena. Oh, one departing feels less grief than they\\nThat see him go.\\nRinaldo. Be brave.\\nElena. I will be brave.\\nGood-bye, Andrea tend Rinaldo well\\nSee that he does not jeopardize his health\\nBy doing what to others he forbids.\\nAndrea. I shall, my mistress, for his sake and yours.\\nElena. I know you will. Good-bye, Rinaldo.\\nRinaldo. Quick\\nLeast time, least sting I 11 write you how I prosper.\\n\\\\Kisses her, and starts to go.\\nLook look Andrea see, through yonder rift\\nThe sunlight streams upon our path farewell\\nT is a blest omen let the curs howl on.\\n\\\\Exeunt Andrea and Rinaldo. Elena sinks\\nupon a seat; Rinaldo returns; kisses\\nher; and then departs.\\n58", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "Ubc H)octor of jf lorence.\\nACT THE SECOND.\\nScene I. Florence. A Room i?t Rinaldo^ s House,\\nEnter Andrea.\\nAndrea. My master s wondrous changed\\nFor many months he has not been himself:\\nHe mutters strangely cries out in his sleep\\nIs fierce at times, and then again is kind.\\nWhene er I speak of her, he sighs and frowns;\\nAnd never bids me tell of those old times.\\nWhich once he loved so much to have rehearsed.\\nOnly his palate to his breeding s true.\\nThe wealth the old lord left him and his fame\\nHave made him giddy. Yet he was not so\\nBefore Tommaso s coming. I suspect\\nSome cunning villainy I half believe\\nThat the assassin, from whose deadly knife\\nTommaso saved Rinaldo, was a tool\\nTo force his grace else had the knave been slain.\\nWhat man would seek to end my master s days,\\nWho is so generous to those in want\\nWhose slightest self-neglect the wealthy chide,\\n59", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "1Rinal5o,\\nWell knowing that his life prolongs their own\\nI cannot see it clearly, but all s wrong.\\nEnter Tommaso and Filippo.\\nTofmnaso. What are you doing here\\nAndrea. My business, sir.\\nTommaso. A saucy answer.\\nFilippo. He deserves a cuff.\\nAndrea. Keep off your hands, Filippo I should not\\nAllow your better s blow to go unpaid.\\nTo?nmaso. We shall see about this.\\nAndrea. If you would see all,\\nLook with more than with your eyes, my lord\\nFor, in this world of jugglery, who sees\\nNo more than do his eyes behold is blind.\\nAnd sport for tricksters.\\nTommaso. By heaven, the drudge is turned philoso-\\npher\\nIf from this class philosophy recruit.\\nOur laundress will write dissertations on\\nThe immortality of grease on clothes.\\nAnd prove the doctrine pithy by her work\\nOur groom will spend his time in framing saws\\nTo jingle in the ears of evilness,\\nWhile on our horse s back each lash will leave\\n60", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "Ubc Doctor ot J lorence,\\nA streak of dust. Our cook will catch the craze\\nWe shall have, for breakfast, Socrates on toast\\nFor dinner, Aristotle nicely browned,\\nWith Aristippus and Diogenes ragout.\\nAnd draughts of sweet Democritus, to make\\nDigestion good for supper, Plato boiled\\nAnd sliced up cold that we may have chaste dreams.\\nA windy diet this for hungry men\\nGo, sirrah, tell your master I am here. [_Extf Andrea.\\nFilippo. What did the rascal s speech imply?\\nTommaso. Oh, nothing\\nA fool may state an isolated truth\\nWith a surprising shrewdness, but he lacks\\nThe plot and continuity of thought\\nTo make him wise or dangerous. He meant\\nBut what he said, and said it to be pert.\\nFilippo. By Jove, a thrust at me.\\nTommaso. Which should be heeded.\\nFilippo. Which should be parried, sir.\\nTommaso. Well, as you list\\nFor I have now no time for foolery.\\nBut take your cues, and you shall broadcloth wear,\\nHave silken sheets and coverlets of fur,\\nAnd eat three courses of nine different meats.\\nIf I can get him married and then killed,\\n6i", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "IRinal^o,\\nAll that he has is mine and I shall have\\nElena to myself till she do age.\\nFilippo. Why marry him\\nTonimaso. I cannot otherwise\\nStop his returning to Elena s love\\nI ve had Herculean task to check so long\\nHis piddling pity and it will present\\nAn opportunity to shape the will.\\nIf that hope fail to blossom, then his wife,\\nBy right of her relationship, will take.\\nThrough her the property will come to me\\nFor, with her frailty, she s as fond of me\\nAs is the devil of a stumbling saint.\\nFilippo. What did my lady Belcolore say\\nTonimaso. Were he a hunchback or an impotent.\\nShe d be his sister-wife I bring her note\\nAccepting his proposal. Tell her not\\nI seek Elena, or her jealousy\\nWould ruin all.\\nFilippo. Should he discover her\\nTonimaso. He shall not but she is of noble birth\\nAnd there are few outside Verona s walls\\nThat know her as my leman. I will shut,\\nWith fairy promises, Riccardo s mouth\\nAnd my dear cousin has himself a grudge.\\n62", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "Ttbe 2)octor of iFlorence*\\nFilippo. But should he wed, and live a score of years?\\nTommaso. He shall not be long-lived trust me for\\nthat.\\nBut what a route circuitous to take\\nTo come upon my own I merit all\\nThe artisans that with their licensed lights,\\nLike fire-flies flashing, nightly go to toil\\nOn the Cathedral, gain their paltry pay\\nBy lesser labor than I shall have had\\nTo earn what should have been unearned mine.\\nMy hours of wakefulness are full of schemes,\\nWhich during sleep the murderers of rest,\\nUneasy dreams, distort. I wake in fright\\nTo plan again. I have self-knowledge thumbed,\\nIn search of arguments that might appeal\\nTo aspiration, pride, or avarice\\nMy web is woven, when there comes a broom.\\nAnd, like the spider, I must weave anew.\\nBut I may prize it more when once obtained.\\nLet us withdraw I must see him alone. \\\\Exeunt.\\nEnter Rinaldo.\\nRinaldo. When night and solitude together blend\\nIn solemn stillness, and to the calm mind\\nCome melancholy thoughts, one is transformed.\\n63", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nAbove his fellow-men he doth arise,\\nAnd views their strife in all its littleness.\\nAmbition leaves him wealth, undying fame,\\nThe highest place by man e er yet attained.\\nThe joy of love, and friendship true all seem\\nPoor quittance for the struggles of a life.\\nWith vividness appalling, comes this thought\\nUnchangeable as the past, the mortal play\\nIs wholly writ and in the part unread\\nThere is a scene of gloom in which I am\\nA dying man a scene I must enact\\nThe time, the place, the circumstances all.\\nUnknown yet fixed with awful certainty.\\nEnter Tommaso.\\nTommaso. Still with dull company, I see.\\nRinaldo. Is t you?\\nTommaso. Ay, with good news but you must doff\\nthose looks,\\nAnd cease soliloquizing t is a sign\\nOf weakness when a part, unbidden, moves\\nIt shows an insurrection gainst the will\\nThat may in time to a rebellion grow.\\nWho ever heard that Roman heroes moped.\\nOr wasted time conversing with themselves\\n64", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "XTbe Doctor of jflorence*\\nRinaldo. I know some ever bear a fearless front\\nBreasting the surges of contending fortunes\\nWith resohition stern, which baffles thought\\nIn picturing what they could not endure\\nYet doubtless there are times, Tommaso, when,\\nBehind the stroke and lineaments of courage,\\nThe bravest spirit trembles awed, it may be,\\nBy comparative appraisement of itself;\\nFor, to the mind untrammeled by conceit,\\nPossessing power and vividness of vision.\\nThere is a terror in the immensity\\nOf its environment. A million years\\nWhere is the patriot s country, which he dreams,\\nWith a delusive vagueness, will exist\\nThrough time unending where are they.\\nThe brawling politicians, who declaim.\\nAnd make in speech a plaything of forever\\nTommaso. Blest is the man that forms his own horizon\\nYou should have been a poet not a doctor\\nAnd gained your bread delivering the muse.\\nAnd physicking her weaklings. Come, now, come\\nBe bright and bdaming as a bridegroom should.\\nRinaldo. I have a malady incurable.\\nTommaso. \\\\Eagerly. What malady?\\nRinaldo. A heart by nature sad.\\n5 65", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "IRinalDo,\\nTommaso, Tush I can cure you.\\nRinaldo. If there were a drug\\nThat would benumb my sensibilities\\nMake me to see, to feel, to aspire as some\\nConfer a boorish happiness, I would,\\nFor dose sufficient, yield those attributes\\nThat the unthinking covet, knowing not\\nThe burden they impose.\\nTofumaso. I make no charge, except to charge you\\nthis:\\nAssociate not so much with yourself.\\nAs those that choose life-partners like themselves\\nBy marrying kin, have children doubly weak\\nWherein both parents, being like, have lacked\\nAnd seldom strong e en in parental strength\\nSo man, in solitude, availing not\\nOf others force, his feebleness to mend\\nNor of their failings, to afford a field\\nFor exercise of virtues, soon becomes\\nA sickly offspring of monotony. Takes out a letter.\\nNow for the prescription. Read this o er\\nThree times a day. I know that it is sweet,\\nFor I beheld the lady writing it.\\nHer rosy lips, in silent unison\\nWith her white hand, were moved not as yours are\\n66", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "trbe Doctor ot jflorence.\\nWhen you are scrawling knots you breathe aloud,\\nAnd squirm, and twist your mouth askew, like one\\nThat reaches but the boundary of an itch.\\nHers did appear to fondle every word,\\nAs t were a little god with golden wings\\nAbout to fly. There, touch it daintily.\\n[^Gi ves the letter to Rinaldo.\\n\\\\Aside. We shall see how my composition fares\\nI spent a lengthy hour inditing it.\\n\\\\To Rinaldo. So brief; or is the eye so swift?\\nLove s eye.\\nWhich travels over the endearing page.\\nFirst, as a courier, with mind on haste\\nNext, as a merchant, viewing speed and gain\\nThen, as a troubadour, not recking time.\\nWith your permission, sir. \\\\^Takes the letter.\\nHow does it start\\nThe greeting by a host, a sip of wine,\\nThe opening of a letter, tell the tale.\\n[Reads.] ^^How shall I address you Propriety and\\nLove, only in marriage reconciled, struggle to dictate the\\nwords. Did they concur, still how, tvhen lafiguage can-\\nnot bear the weight of my affection Yet, dear Rinaldo,\\nthe sweetest name of names, I must somehotv make com-\\nmencement. Will I he yours Wliy ask me that, 7uhen\\n67", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o\u00c2\u00ab\\nI am yours already Why ask me that, when, were I so\\ndisposed, I could not say you nay Ask only\\nRinaldo. I sent Andrea after you too late.\\nTonmiaso. Then thank the stars more than your own\\ndesign\\nThat I made off so fast.\\nRinaldo. Tommaso, I repent me of this act.\\nCould I recall the letter that I wrote\\nElena and that to Belcolore sent,\\nI would not do such violence to my soul\\nNo; not again, for Alderotti s fame\\nAnd Corso s sister s hand.\\nTommaso. Beware, my friend,\\nAn action s reflux, sweeping to the sea\\nOf vain regret. Exertion has, like cups,\\nEnervating reaction joy foreseen\\nIs realized as an inheritance\\nAnticipated by advancements benefits\\nOf plans embraced show in possession poor\\nThe sure defects exaggerate the worth\\nOf schemes dismissed, and in the contrast loom\\nGigantic evils hence the under-tow.\\nYou may desire the sun to be a square,\\nBut it remains an orb society\\nWill, in your greatness, overlook your birth,\\n68", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor ot ^Florence.\\nBut not your wife s. A prince weds not for love,\\nBut for the weighty interests of the state\\nA man of genius owes it to the world\\nTo plume, not clip, his pinions by alliance.\\nRinaldo. I try to keep the subject from my thoughts.\\nI have too far proceeded to retreat\\nNor will I prod the ground before each step,\\nBut, casting hesitation s staff aside.\\nPlunge on at risk, emboldened by my fear.\\nTommaso. A very wise resolve.\\nRinaldo. It throttles conscience. \\\\Rings a bell.\\nEnter Andrea.\\nAndrea, fetch my cloak I must attend\\nOne of the Cerchi wounded in a fray.\\nTommaso. It is too late is t not\\nRinaldo. Pain still is stirring.\\nTommaso. Were he of the Donati, go.\\nRinaldo. He feels.\\nTommaso. He is a murderous White.\\nRinaldo. Think you I save\\nThe lives I do for their intrinsic worth\\nT were better nine of every ten were lost.\\nNo, nor for reputation s sake to heal\\nBecomes an instinct. Follow me, Andrea.\\n69", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\n[7b Tonimaso. I 11 see you in the morning.\\n[Exeunt Rinaldo and Andrea.\\nTommaso. There goes a man as round as Giotto s\\nsample\\nAn empty rim but, were he not a dolt,\\nHe would not, pup-like, bite his tail and squeal.\\nAs I have made him do nor would permit\\nA parasite to eat him. So content\\nFools must be borne, or rogues must change their\\nbent. \\\\Exit.\\nScene II. A Road Leading to Florence.\\nEnter Hermit and Elena.\\nHermit. Let us rest here awhile.\\nElena. I am not tired.\\nHermit. Thou must be so for we have traveled far,\\nAnd thou art not in health.\\nElena. I can not find\\nIn waiting any rest desire goes on,\\nAnd, like dream-labor, wears my body more\\nThan would performance real. But you are old,\\nAnd I must have more patience.\\nHermit. My dear child.\\nWe shall, I fear, reach Florence soon enough.\\n70", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "Zbc 2)octor ot jflorence.\\nElena. O, father, do not doubt him, I am sure\\nHe never penned those words Tommaso s hand,\\nIn Paris trained, has forged the characters\\nOr my Rinaldo wrote in jest or else\\nTo try my faith in him. Mistrustful boy\\nTo deem that I could ever question you.\\nMy heart would give my senses all the lie,\\nDid they bear witness gainst my own true love.\\nWhy, he is all that death has left to me.\\nHermit. Whatever happens, daughter, I shall be\\nElena. Forgive me, father, for my thoughtlessness.\\nHow could I for a moment fail to think\\nOf all that you have done\\nHermit. There, there, my child.\\nNow we shall journey on I did but stop\\nThat you might be refreshed.\\n\\\\They resume their journey.\\nElena. How we shall laugh,\\nGood father, at your fears and he will say\\nElena knew me far too well to doubt\\nElena could not be deceived. But we\\nMust be alone for he is distant when\\nAnother person s by. Then you will come.\\nAnd laugh with us and we shall be so happy\\nHermit. I pray it may be so. [Exeunt.\\n71", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "1Rinalt)o,\\nScene III. Florence. A Room in Rinaldo s House.\\nEnter Tommaso and Riccardo.\\nRiccardo. I consent to keep secret my knowledge of\\nBelcolore, and to treat her as her birth may counte-\\nnance. Nor do I ask admission to your councils I\\nwould rather be free from entanglement, that, if you\\ntrick me in the result, I can the better check you.\\nTo7nniaso. You may rely upon my honor.\\nRiccardo. I never trust a man upon his honor. Honor\\nis too indefinite and changeable a substance too plas-\\ntic, in a pinch, to reason to be confided in. I prefer\\nto rely upon a necessity of his being honest.\\nTovimaso. Then rely upon the necessity for the exiles\\nfrom Florence and Arezzo have less incentive to consort\\nand conspire than we have to act in unison.\\nRiccardo. Ay until the end is gained.\\nTonunaso. And after, too, that we may enjoy in\\nsecurity the rewards of our labor.\\nRiccardo. I 11 make it so.\\nTommaso. This clown has robbed us of what is ours\\nby right and all we get from him is booty taken from\\nthe thief, and restored to its proper owners.\\nRiccardo. Pish I do not need a mother s coaxing to\\ninduce me to swallow the medicine. But deal fairly\\n72", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "Zbc doctor ot Florence.\\nwith me for, with that plainness which gave our uncle\\noffence and nearly gave you my share of his effects, I\\ntell you now that I shall watch you closely.\\nTommaso. You shall see nothing suspicious, unless\\nyour doubt creates such visions for your eye.\\nEnter Filippo,\\nFilippo. There is an old man without, who says his\\nson is hurt, and that he must see the doctor.\\nTommaso. Send him away. \\\\Exit Filippo.\\nRiccardo. You will not murder him the life of a\\npopolano has triple walls the secret accusation, the\\nfurnishing of public funds, the rabble s vengeance. It\\nwill soon be as it was in Pistoia ennobling will become\\na commoner s punishment. If you tread on a vulgar\\ncorn, look to have your house pulled about your ears.\\nBest be wary.\\nTommaso. You are like a woman, Riccardo in one\\nbreath you protest against being informed, and in the\\nnext you fall to questioning. However, he has no\\nnext of kin to make the charge, to receive the money,\\nor to demand the destruction of the Adimari property.\\nRiccardo. Corso would revenge the killing of his pet\\nphysician.\\nTommaso. The Baron s power is in decline] but why\\n73", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "1Rinalt)o,\\nshould Mallefammi do me harm The gout is still the\\ntyrant of his limbs despite this quack and, should\\nRinaldo die I mean from natural cause it is the de-\\ncree of Providence.\\nTedaldo. \\\\From without. I must see him\\nFilippo. [From without. You cannot, sir\\nTedaldo. I must I will\\nEfiter Filippo and Tedaldo.\\nFilippo. He said that he would come in whether the\\nbakers vote ay or no and here he is.\\nTedaldo. Good sirs, I must speak with the doctor\\nmy son is hurt, and near to death.\\nRiccardo. In some drunken broil, I 11 wager. If I\\nremember, he was one of those that followed Vieri, the\\nAss of the Gate. I know your son the streets of the\\ncity are too narrow by half for such a swaggerer. His\\nwound must have been given him in return for his in-\\nsolence.\\nTedaldo. He did but defend himself.\\nRiccardo. No doubt, no doubt.\\nEnter Rinaldo.\\nRinaldo. Well, friends.\\nTedaldo. O, sir, have pity\\n74", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "XCbe H)octor ot jflorence*\\nRinaldo. What is your pleasure\\nTedaldo. My son is dying.\\nRiccardo. You should, then, to a priest.\\nRinaldo. Your name is\\nTedaldo. Tedaldo.\\nRinaldo. Your wife stopped me on the street. All\\nthat I can do at present for your son is done. Let it\\nconsole you that he will not die.\\nTedaldo. God be praised All that I have, sir, is at\\nyour command.\\nRinaldo. Then I command you keep it there is no\\nhigher duty than the one you owe your family. Give\\nme no thanks it is my trade.\\nTedaldo. You shall be ever in my prayers\\n{Exit Tedaldo.\\nRiccardo. Humanity He leaves it to heaven to\\npay his debts of gratitude.\\nRinaldo. How is your father, Riccardo\\nRiccardo. Grumbling, grunting, growling. I believe\\nthat all his ills are fanciful.\\nRinaldo. How seldom reason guides our sympathy\\nTommaso. I have just been telling Riccardo that, if\\nhe kept fellowship with you, he would have no need of\\nlistening to a priest.\\nRinaldo. If the stories of the profligacy of the clergy\\n75", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "IRinalDo,\\nbe not suspicion hatched by self-distrust and if the\\nrumors of our midnight conjurations and practice of the\\nblack-art be not the puffing of fat Ignorance, you must,\\nto mend your ways or health, Riccardo, be a follower\\nof precept, and not of example.\\nRiccardo. The devil take the shavelings and the\\ndoctors.\\nRinaldo. The devil is too good a husbandman to eat\\nhis seed-corn.\\nTommaso. Riccardo is averse to mending his evil\\nways so long as he has health to warrant their delights.\\nWhen he becomes decrepit, he will reform so thoroughly\\nthat his funeral clothes will be rent to pieces for holy\\nrelics, and his body will cure affliction, and make de-\\ncayed elms leaf.\\nEnter Filippo, who calls Tommaso apart,\\nRiccardo. Since I am exposed, I 11 go.\\nRinaldo. Wisdom and kindness.\\nRiccardo. If so valued, my departure should be scored.\\nRinaldo. Deliver the goods, and I shall not dispute\\nthe rating.\\nRiccardo. Adieu. \\\\Exit Riccardo.\\nRinaldo. \\\\To himself. X A blunt, but upright man.\\n{Reads.\\n76", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "Ube H)octor ot iflorence*\\nTommaso. [Apart to Filippo,~\\\\ What has happened?\\nFilippo. The Hermit and Elena are below.\\nTommaso. The devil s out of hell. What do they\\nhere?\\nFilippo. To cage the truant lover.\\nTommaso. Tell them to go that he refuses to see\\nthem.\\nFilippo. The old man will not be answered so.\\nTommaso. Well, send up the old fool, first and alone.\\nHe may arouse Rinaldo s anger, and make him stub-\\nborn in his course, \\\\Exit Filippo.\\nRinaldo. What is it, Tommaso\\nTommaso. The rustic Nestor, whom some call the\\nHermit, desires an audience.\\nRinaldo. The Hermit?\\nTommaso. Yes deny him an interview.\\nRinaldo. No: I will see him now.\\nTommaso. You must, or shut your eyes, for here he\\ncomes.\\nEnter Hermit.\\nRinaldo. Well, sir?\\nHermit. Well, sir is that a seemly greeting\\nRinaldo. I am at loss how you would have me greet.\\nHermit. An open heart needs no instruction, son\\nIts action is spontaneous t is when\\n77", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "IRinalOo,\\nConstrained to feign emotion, that it waits\\nThe operation of the mind, and shows\\nThe awkwardness of insincerity.\\nRinaldo, True, but irrelevant.\\nHermit. Not so.\\nRinaldo. Not so\\nHertnit. Peace, son thou canst not hide thy con-\\nscious guilt\\nBehind an echo tempered with amaze.\\nAnd rounded by interrogation. Well\\nFar better than could words of nicest choice\\nReveal thou know st the wrong that thou hast done.\\nRinaldo. To whom\\nHermit To her, Elena, thy betrothed.\\nRinaldo. You wrong her by insinuation, sir\\nI swear she is as pure as when we met.\\nHermit. Were it not so, indeed, thou shouldst not\\nlive.\\nBut is there, then, no other injury\\nTo womanhood than that which sullies it\\nIs it no crime to lead a trusting girl\\nTo found all earthly happiness on thee\\nTo lay her plans domestic, and to pray\\nFor little but the blessing of thy love\\nTo make thy presence change her night to day,\\n78", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor ot Florence.\\nThine absence, day to night then fling her off?\\nWho does, deserves Buondelmonte s fate.\\nTommaso. A Ghibelline\\nRinaldo. As you well know, I am not one to play\\nThe cool head in a quarrel yet, in heed\\nOf friendship and in reverence for your age,\\nI 11 curb my nature s impulse, and will prize\\nTruths opposite. If one should sound amiss\\nThe feeling of his heart, and haply win\\nA lady s love, and afterward should find\\nHis passion far too shoaly to upbear\\nThe weighted ship of matrimony, should he wed?\\nTo live a long and miserable life\\n(For misery prolongs the days to years).\\nAnd though he keep the rending torment hid.\\nTo sigh to cast on her regretful looks\\nTo be abstracted, melancholy, cross\\nTo have an oppressive longing to be free,\\nLike one entombed alive. If honor claim,\\nFor such a blameless fault, the sacrifice\\nOf all his days, should he make hers an offering\\nWhat greater wrong than to take her to wife\\nHermit. Thou hast not well considered what thou dost,\\nRinaldo, Yes long and well.\\nHermit. It is that devil there.\\n79", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "IRtnaltJO,\\nTommaso. A friendly devil, sir.\\nRinaldo. Enough of this.\\nThat I do owe you much, I do allow\\nAnd shall a full appreciation show\\nBy granting all in reason. But to ask\\nThe martyrdom of hope, and to berate\\nIncessantly, presuming on past service,\\nIs to imbitter and destroy the fruit\\nOf favors voluntary loosing thanks.\\nHermit. He makes benevolence a culprit stand\\nT is folly to refute the specious pleas\\nThat one persistent in a wrong doth make.\\nSay that thou wilt because it is thy will\\nI have some patience with frank villainy.\\nBut I must not imperil her dear cause\\nBy venting selfish choler. Hear me, son.\\nRinaldo. Upon another theme to canvass this\\nWere vain, and hazardous to comity.\\nI see that you are travel -stained and worn\\nA servant will conduct you to a room.\\nHermit. Not in this doomed house.\\nRinaldo. My guests are free.\\nHermit. Think, think, my son.\\nRinaldo. I U hear no more.\\nHermit. Unfeeling man and ingrate May this deed\\n80", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor ot jflorcncc.\\nFill every nook and corner of thy brain\\nAttainting all thy thoughts the end of all,\\nDisjoining words and mind, destroying taste.\\nAnd, when thou seek st to fly thy conscience, mayst\\nThou be as one confined on a ship\\nOf pestilence no boat astern, the fin\\nOf that fell fish which follows in the wake\\nOf stricken worth the ravenous shark, Remorse.\\nMay memory and hope and feeling turn\\nTo those dread Furies three, and hold a glass.\\nBefore thy starting eyes, in which is seen\\nThe piteous reflection of thy crime.\\nPursued, despairing, mayst thou ne er find rest\\nTill, like Athene, death give thee release.\\n\\\\Exit Hermit.\\nTommaso. I breathe again. I thought he had forgot\\nTo bring a curse along. I should have known\\nThat curses as inseparable are\\nFrom dotage as a staff.\\nRifialdo. One agony is over.\\nTommaso. Say a laugh.\\nRinaldo. I know not how I voiced those sentiments\\nSo foreign to my faith it seemed to me\\nThat some one else was speaking t was not I.\\nTommaso. Nor I I vow it was Demosthenes,\\n6 gi", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "1Rinalt)o,\\nWhose spirit borrowed for the nonce your tongue\\nFor such expression only he possessed.\\nRinaldo. Then come his shade again I 11 through\\nit now.\\nEnter Elena.\\nElena. Rinaldo my Rinaldo my true love\\n\\\\Throws herself into Rinaldo s arms.\\nThey you misconstrue and misrepresent.\\nThey read you as they would a flippant book\\nWhere all is on the page. T is only I\\nRinaldo. [Disengaging himself.\\nElena, as I wrote you\\nElena. Did you write\\nOh, did you write that cruel, cruel letter\\nI know that it was forged tell me so.\\nYou would not break my heart. What have I done\\nIf aught amiss, t was done unwittingly\\nI would not consciously transgress your will\\nFor all this world. You ever use\\nToo harsh a means to show me your displeasure\\nReprove me gently when I you offend\\nMy love doth unset penance, if it err.\\nRinaldo. I have no ground for censure none at all\\nBut, as I wrote you, more at length than I\\nAt present shall recount, there are affairs\\n82", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor ot jf lorence*\\nThat for our mutual weal do interdict\\nOur marriage. Still fast friends we shall remain.\\nElena. You can not mean it t is your anger speaks.\\nRijialdo. I am in sober earnest.\\nElena. Woe woe woe\\nRinaldo. Compose yourself.\\nElena. Woe woe I can not think\\nMy brain is dazed by the flash and roar\\nOf sorrows terrible. Weeps.\\nTommaso. \\\\Aside. Now big drops fall.\\nElena. When I to-morrow wake from feverish sleep,\\nAnd, for a sigh, deem I have dreamt it all.\\nHow can I bide the dawning of this woe\\nUpon my palling heart\\nRinaldo. Be calm be calm.\\nElena. I have seen maidens swaying to and fro.\\nAnd moaning sad and low for lovers gone.\\nYet ever felt as though their state was strange,\\nAnd always must be now it is my own\\nRinaldo. Be reasonable it is best for me\\nAnd, being best, if you do love me so.\\nFor my sake you should willingly consent.\\nElena. For your sake, yes nor leave a wailing grief\\nTo haunt you afterward. But promise me\\nThat no one else shall fill my vacant place\\n83", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "IRfnalOo,\\nBut promise that, and I shall go away,\\nAnd watch your upward journey from afar\\nWith overflowing, but with joyous eyes.\\nYou will not promise then one only boon\\nLet me this locket keep, a token sweet,\\nA fond remembrance of the dear, dear past,\\nWhere I must look for comfort. Do not think\\nI mention it but to distress or move\\nFor once you bade me to return it when\\nYour love did wane.\\nRinaldo. Elena\\n[Elena faints Totnmaso catches her, lays her\\nupon a sofa, and rings a bell.\\nTonimaso. Come, away\\nYou have filled me with admiration full.\\nEnter Andrea.\\nAttend this lady if she come not to\\nWithin a minute, let us know at once.\\n\\\\Exit Rinaldo, followed by Tonimaso, who\\nmeets Filippo.\\nKeep track of her.\\nSjExit Tonimaso; Filippo stands apart.\\nAndrea. O mistress, they have killed you Ope\\nyour eyes.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of iflorence*\\nElena. [Recovering. Where am I?\\nAndrea. Here, in Florence.\\nElena. It comes back\\nI would my sleep had been the sleep of death.\\nAndrea. No, mistress, no all will in time be right\\nI 11 be your slave my master will repent\\nT is but a passing fit. You know his humors.\\nElena. Have you some wine\\nAndrea. I shall be but a moment. [Exit Andrea.\\nElena. [Rising. All things are changed, and wear\\nan aspect strange,\\nAs if I peered through stained glass. Home home\\nI have no home yet can not here remain.\\nAway away away to any place.\\nRinaldo loves me not most dismal fate\\nWhat have I now to fear Away away\\n[Exit Elena, followed by Eilippo,\\nEnter Hermit and Andrea.\\nHermit. Where has she gone\\nAndrea. I left her here alone.\\nHermit. Elena Elena Elena\\nAndrea. I 11 in the garden search. [Exit Andrea.\\nHermit. I see it all\\nShe lingered on the Ponte Vecchio\\n85", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nAs we did cross the crazed girl hath fled\\nUnto the Arno where, unless I haste,\\nI shall discover her a dripping corpse. [_\u00c2\u00a3xty.\\nEnter Rinaldo and Tommaso.\\nRifialdo. Has she gone\\nTommaso. Yes.\\nRinaldo. Oh, that she did not suffer.\\nTo7nmaso. Then do you wish that she were dead.\\nRinaldo. How so\\nTommaso. To cease to suffer is to cease to live\\nT is a law of all existence kings suffer.\\nRinaldo. Kings suffer To strut and pose in bilious\\nstrain\\nBefore a breathless world their sighs re-echoed,\\nTheir manners aped, their very peevishness\\nTranslated by the crowd as noble passion\\nThis is not suffering.\\nTommaso. A case extreme\\nExamples often, like ill-trained hounds,\\nDirect us from the issue. I could paint\\nThe throes of one in duress or in exile.\\nRinaldo. Our grief, my lord, as fever, has its change.\\nFirst, violent indignation you will right\\nThe world s injustice by your single arm,\\n86", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of flovcncc.\\nChoke from her lying throat the truth withheld,\\nAnd pay the past in the exulting triumph.\\nYour eyes flash fiery, and your arteries throb.\\nFierce with an eagerness for instant strife.\\nAnd then, when failure has made dull your hope,\\nYou stalk in solitude with brow contract,\\nBrood on your cares, and mutter to yourself.\\nThis is the time when melancholy fruits,\\nAnd gives to poetry her sable charms\\nAnd he that has not passed this stage exists\\nSustained by the romance of his despond.\\nBut what this suffering to that you feel.\\nTo sit alone, and know you are alone\\nTo have your hopes, which form by force of habit,\\nBlasted by the withering thought, how oft the same\\nHave come before, and been unrealized\\nTo start to rail and have the sickness of\\nThe repetition recoil upon your soul\\nTo have no tears, no voice to vent your woe,\\nTill the moaning of the wind seems your own wail\\nThis is a stage of naked grief, my lord,\\nThat princes scarce can reach.\\nTommaso. There still is hope.\\nRinaldo. Why do you say there still is hope, my\\nlord?\\n87", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nTommaso. To learn you are not past the second stage.\\nRhialdo. I spoke not of myself.\\nTommaso. Then let us trust\\nShe s not beyond the first.\\nRinaldo. You know her not,\\nTommaso she has an artless, loving nature.\\nWhich, being harmed, lays not the blame so much\\nTo others cruelty as to its weakness\\nWhich grieves and grieves and chides itself for grieving.\\nTommaso. You are a hypochondriac in fears\\nYou must have eaten some plague-stricken fowl\\nThat nature will not brook, and now mistake\\nAn outraged stomach for a troubled heart.\\nRinaldo. I ve studied physic, then, to little purpose.\\nTomfnaso. A smile a smile by heaven, I 11 give it\\ncheer.\\nThat, meeting welcome, it may come again.\\nOur stomachs are our authors mark that splenetic,\\nWho sneers at all pretensions writes of ills,\\nOur love for faction, and our vicious taste\\nAnd points the present to those virtuous days\\nBefore the teeming city loosed her zone.\\nThen men rough cloth and skins uncovered wore,\\nAnd caps and leathern sandals most uncouth\\nThe ladies of the highest rank enclosed", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "Ubc Doctor of iflorence.\\nTheir dainty feet and limbs in plainest hose,\\nDonned petticoats of Ypres scarlet, or\\nOf Camlet, with beseeming girdles bound,\\nAnd hooded mantles lined with minever\\nWhile women of the lower classes were\\nWith a green fabric of Cambrai content.\\nWith viands coarse their frugal boards were spread\\nA man and wife from the same platter ate\\nOne hundred lire was an ample dower.\\nIn short, they all were thrifty, modest, sage\\nAnd we are spendthrifts, libertines, and fools.\\nHis food hath not digested for a week.\\nBehold that jovial minstrel, whistling off\\nThose epicurean sonnets\\nRinaldo. Pray, no more\\nI am not in the vein for pleasantry\\nTo smile seems guiltiness.\\nTommaso. The secret s out\\nYou are a piece of clay.\\nRinaldo. A piece of clay?\\nWhat do you mean by that\\nTommaso. Why, every one,\\nLike great Achilles, has a vital spot\\nI ve brought the fool to light. Conceited man\\nTo think a girl will mourn his loss for aye", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "IRinal^o,\\nYou do not fathom women. They will weep\\nBut tears are water water is unstable\\nA wet grief is not lasting. I 11 engage\\nThat in a month she 11 have another lover.\\nRinaldo. Impossible\\nTommaso. T is not impossible and let me add\\n(To give a passport to your current course\\nThrough the molested region of your doubts),\\nI ve heard with circumstances, some of which.\\nNotorious, give credence to the rest\\nAnd with details, convincing, since many are\\nIrrelevant and show no story framed\\nThat she with young gallants has been too free,\\nAnd that her guardian used her as a wife.\\nRinaldo. Why, damn their souls, they lie Foul-\\nmouthed bawds\\nMalicious devils fiends there is no name\\nWithin hell s sulphurous vocabulary\\nThat can portray them rightly. Curst be the arm\\nThat strikes down sin repentant thrice accurst\\nBe that invidious that malignant hand\\nWhich spills the spiced chalice of fair fame,\\nAnd holds to Virtue s lips the bitter cup\\nOf evil reputation. Cunning knaves.\\nTo mingle what is true and what is false,\\n90", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of iflorence.\\nConcocting the most dangerous of lies\\nTo tell with unimportant incidents,\\nThe sure attendants on a trusty tale\\nThus making virgin Truth black Falsehood s trull.\\nI know her better than I know myself:\\nI could foretell how, tempted, she would act,\\nBut not what I should do. Most damned lie\\nHad I the man that gave that slander life,\\nI d tear the tongue from out the villain s mouth,\\nAnd crush his skull as I would crush the head\\nOf an envenomed reptile\\nTommaso. So would I\\nFor who has suffered more than I from calumny\\nBut, luckily for him, he is not here\\nOr, better say, but luckily for her\\nFor woman is woman s natural enemy.\\nBut come we ve talked this over countless times,\\nAnd many cogent reasons have we found\\nWhy you should take this step. These are increased\\nBy your betrothal should you cast her off.\\nThe high-bred maiden would expire of shame\\n(For action similar, Florence bleeds to-day).\\nHer relatives would arm\\nRinaldo. Well, let them arm I fear them not.\\nTommaso. Unless their cause be just\\n91", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "IRinalbo,\\nAnd just it would be. But, above all else,\\nThe lady loves you dotes upon you, sir\\nYou are her earth, round which her thoughts and dreams,\\nLike heavenly lights of day and night, revolve.\\nRmaldo. Well, I will on, but not upon false grounds.\\nTommaso. A sensible conclusion false needs false\\nTo prop it up, while truth will stand alone.\\nAs for arrangements, leave them all to me.\\nI know how trifles, like a swarm of gnats,\\nDo ruffle minds that would unmoved be\\nBy things of greater moment this it is\\nThat has brought many a huge Philistine down.\\nAnd wrought a pigmy s triumph.\\nWhat day shall be selected for your nuptial\\nRinaldo. The sooner t is, the better.\\nTommaso. Love s reply\\nThis jackdaw to a cooing dove will moult.\\nNow, to be plain and pointed in my speech,\\nYou ponder too much o er a project formed.\\nThe contemplation of an icy flood\\nIs colder than the plunge and there is naught\\nBut has its drawbacks, which, too steady scanned.\\nEnlarge as eyes of monsters in a dream\\nCrowd out the merits, and fill up the brain\\nLike to a flaw so slight it passes long\\n92", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of jflorence*\\nUnseen once seen, the eye sees nothing else.\\nThe man of execution is the one\\nThat, seizing on the features prominent.\\nActs on the motion. What more could you ask?\\nRich, fair, and noble would your fortune mine.\\nE flier FiLiPPO.\\nFilippo. Signior Riccardo is without, my lord,\\nAnd says he is in haste.\\nTommaso. Well, I must go.\\nKeep your internal choir to lively beat,\\nOr it will dirges sing to you instead\\nOf epithalamies. Adieu, adieu.\\n\\\\Exemit Totnmaso and Filippo.\\nRinaldo. How little can the ordinary heart.\\nWhich performs its functions as the clock tells time\\nHow little can it know\\nOf agony of soul Pierce its thick skin.\\nThe wound heals up, and all is as before\\nYet do but score such organs as a few\\nAre curst with, and the scratch doth fester there,\\nDischarging virus that inflames the whole.\\nEnter Andrea.\\n\\\\^Gruffly. How now, Andrea?\\nAndrea. Master, I have come\\nTo get permission to depart.\\n93", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "IRinalbo,\\nRinaldo. Well, go\\nBut be not long.\\nAndrea. I mean, to quit your service.\\nRinaldo. Thou wouldst desert me ungrateful boy\\nThough rude I have been in my speech of late,\\nI have been sorely tried and t is my vice\\nTo find relief in paining those I love.\\nI cannot promise how I shall conduct\\nThe past shows me each resolution broke\\nBut know, through all my moods, I hold thee dear\\nI would not lose thee for one-half my wealth.\\nAndrea. Nor would I leave you, if I could remain.\\nRinaldo. Thou rt angry?\\nAndrea. No.\\nRinaldo. Is it a money matter\\nI 11 give thee any sum.\\nAndrea. Oh, no indeed\\nRinaldo. Then art thou angry and thy cold disclaim,\\nWhich cuts the pride for free forgiveness set\\nAnd shames the conscience more than would reproach.\\nIs part of thy revenge. Should impulse rule.\\nThough I have wronged thee, I should bid thee go\\nBut no, Andrea we were boys together\\nAnd no face is so sweet to us as one\\nFamiliar to our youth. The memory\\nOf childish dreams and plans, of petty troubles\\n94", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "Ube 2)octor ot 3florence\u00c2\u00bb\\nOn which age yearning looks, endears thee so,\\nNo heavenly spirit could usurp thy place.\\nThou shalt not go.\\nAndrea. \\\\_Aside. If I could tell him that I follow her\\n\\\\To him. Believe me, master, t is not my desire.\\nAnd yet I can not stay.\\nRinaldo. Perhaps t is best\\nFor thy true happiness. Here is a purse.\\nWhen that is empty, let me hear thy wants,\\nAnd they shall cease to be. Nay take the gold\\nPure friendship, like itself, is much too soft\\nAlloyed with this, it wears.\\nAndrea. [Aside. For her I 11 take it.\\nRinaldo. Speak not, Andrea go \\\\Exit Andrea,\\nThey leave me, all.\\nOh, cursed disposition, which heartless acts.\\nYet in each deed finds pity for itself\\nWould I were wholly good, or wholly bad\\nTo have the devilishness to do a crime.\\nAnd still, the conscience to repent. O fiends\\nTo every damned quality chain fast\\nA vigorous virtue, yet too weak to quell\\nIts loathsome fellow, and you rend the heart\\nWith such despairing struggles and remorse.\\nHell seems a restful haven to the soul \\\\Exit.\\n95", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "IRinalOo,\\nACT THE THIRD.\\nScene I. A Room in an Inn.\\nEnter Peronella, Filippo, and Tommaso.\\nPeronella. These are her lodgings, sir.\\nFilippo. Saint Julian\\nProvide me better quarters else my prayers\\nFor the progenitors of other saints.\\nTommaso. We 11 wait her coming; but no inkling\\ngive\\nThat we are here.\\nFilippo. We would not have you strip\\nA winged pleasure of its golden fleece\\nIts startle flayed, it is a common ram,\\nAnd is by the old housewife, Reason, scaled.\\nI see the figure has too deep a keel,\\nAnd roils the waters of her shallow mind.\\nPeronella. Signior Tommaso, what do you intend\\nThe lady is so gentle, so unhappy.\\nShe nothing does but sigh and weep essays\\nAt times to sing, but trembles, chokes, and sobs.\\nTomtnaso. Hast been a Florentine, and not observed\\nThat meddling is unsafe and profitless\\n96", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "Zbc Doctor ot jflorence.\\nFilippo. Hast been so long a libel on thy sire,\\nAnd need a gloss to show what meddler means\\nT is one that carts the refuse of the streets,\\nAnd gets for wage the refuse that he carts.\\nHis balky ass is wiser than himself:\\nT is Folly goading Wisdom. Dost thou see?\\nThe fool oft strives to reconcile two foes.\\nThe reconciliation thus evolves\\nThe knave deceived me. So did he me.\\nThen both: Embrace! God help the make-peace\\nthen!\\nTonwiaso. While my companion s sapience waits a\\nbreeze,\\nI 11 let you in our secret.\\nFilippo, What is that\\nYour sex most prizes, but most freely gives\\nTommaso. He is her brother, whom she mourns as\\ndrowned.\\nIn voyage home from the Levant, his ship\\nOff Sicily was driven by northern winds\\nUpon the Barbary sands. The rest were lost.\\nHe, clinging to the stranded wreck for days,\\nWas rescued by a pirate s galiot,\\nAnd held for ransom which was tardy got.\\nFilippo. My sister my dear sister\\n7 97", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nTommaso. \\\\_Apart to Filippo. Cursed fool\\nPeronella. May heaven pardon, if you wrong her,\\nsirs.\\nTommaso. Have you a license Is your house a\\nstew?\\nNo jewels worn? nor chaplets? I have heard\\nThe Esecutore of the district hath\\nInquiry made. He is my sponsor-friend.\\nPeronella. Alas, kind gentlemen, I am too poor.\\nTommaso, Make poverty a seer. Close tight your\\nteeth\\nDraw over them your lips and keep your tongue,\\nBy double fastening, indoor. Go spend this money.\\n\\\\_Gives her a purse.\\nPeronella. I thank you, sir; I 11 do as you com-\\nmand.\\nFiltppo. [Sings.]\\nPair woman* s mouth, the ancient Jar,\\nFrom which our pain and troubles are.\\nPeronella. [Aside.l T is not for this I do it, but\\nfor fear.\\nThat countenance is neither kith nor kin\\nOf her sweet face that patient, tear-chapped face,\\nWith its soft lights engirt by sorrow s weeds.\\n98", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "xrbe Doctor of Florence.\\nAnd then Tommaso glanced on him so fierce.\\nIf they do violence to her, I will have\\nMatteo, the Executor, informed.\\nHe 11 quickly teach these lustful noblemen\\nThat rape is not among the listed arts.\\nTommaso. \\\\To Peronella.^ Well? well?\\n\\\\_Exit Peronella.\\nFilippo. She did not credit you, my lord\\nI judge she takes you for a Peeping Tom.\\nTommaso. You dolt when will you learn to hold\\nyour peace\\nFilippo. Peace does not wear the Adimari dress\\nI have not met him in your service, sir.\\nTommaso. Nor have I seen him since I you engaged.\\nFilippo. Would that off Sicily I had been drowned\\nMy brain extracted, and my noddle filled\\nWith the red coral t is more prized than wit.\\nTom??taso. Listen if she refuse my proffered love,\\nSteal you behind her when I gesture so,\\nClap hand upon her mouth then with your cloak\\nStifle her screams.\\nFilippo. What next\\nTovimaso. As we have planned\\nA little of this drug then to my villa\\nOn the Bologna road. When she awakes\\n99", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "IRinalDo,\\nWithin my arms, her scruples will have fled.\\nOnce past San Gallo s Gate, the horses urge.\\nFilippo. But if she scratches, and doth rend my cloak,\\nYou 11 make it good? The honest fripperer,\\nFrom whom I purchased it, extolled it high.\\nTommaso. Have sense I think I hear her footsteps\\ncome \\\\They conceal themselves.\\nEnter Elena.\\nElena. I saw him as he San Giovanni passed.\\nHe seemed a stranger like an aliened friend.\\nTo whom the old-time feeling rushes out.\\nBut quick recoils. Oh, must I still exist\\nWhen living is more dread than sudden death\\nThe sound of sorrow new would welcome be\\nTo break this awful monotone of woe.\\nEach dawn looks forward to the eve for change\\nEach eve, to dawn. The mind each Saint -day sets\\nAs blessed limit to its lengthy strain,\\nAnd, like an anxious watcher in the night.\\nIt breathless waits the footsteps louder grow,\\nAnd expectation swells they pass it by\\nAnd, with receding echoes, dies the hope.\\nO ercharged with its grief, it swoons away,\\nAnd, in the swoon, recovers strength to grieve.\\nlOO", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of jflorence.\\nI daily hear the blind, deformed, disgraced\\nBeg thee for life give them my life, O God\\nBut this is sinful I should have the strength\\nTo seek a convent s gate and yet I must.\\nLike one that bears the brand of hidden guilt.\\nBehold the thing that most distracts my heart.\\nO Prayer to thee, as ever, I will fly.\\nSweet intercessor for the troubled soul.\\n[^K fie els before a crucifix.\\nTommaso. {Apart. Perhaps it were as well to seize\\nher now.\\nFilippo. Not I for all the Avealth consumed by fire.\\nFor which the Cavalcanti sweated blood.\\nTommaso. You superstitious fool\\nFilippo. Were you as free\\nWith your salvation as with mine, my lord,\\nThe devil would be scared, lest you should scape\\nBy virtue of your generosity.\\nElena. {Rising.] Love is not love that must its love\\npossess\\nLove is not love that fickleness can dim\\nLove is not love that wanes when it doth find\\nIts object dark and needful of its light\\nTrue love, like full moon on a stormy night,\\nThough unrequited and by clouds obscured,", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nStill round its heavenly orbit struggles on,\\nAnd strives to shine on its beloved world.\\nTo?nmaso. [^Coming from concealment.\\nMy heart hath found a minstrel in your tongue\\nHis royal ear my songs have e er displeased.\\nElena. Who s there?\\nTommaso. A slave, a lover, and a friend.\\nElena. My lord, what do you wish\\nTommaso. Not very much,\\nShould you be valued by Rinaldo s eyes\\nBut all the world, if my own sight apprize.\\nFilippo. {Aside. 1\\nWhy, that s a rhyme well, let it go forsooth.\\nRhyme, rhythm, metre crystallize a truth.\\nElena. I do not understand you. Your intent\\nIs surely knightly, and I need not fear.\\nTommaso. Our conduct can no better guide employ\\nThan honorable purpose. Therefore, lady.\\nBe re-assured, and cease to tremble so.\\nAnd if I love you need a notary s seal\\nTo give it greater credence, find it here\\nIn your misfortune, I do love you best.\\nThat I can bear the obloquy and hate\\nOf this most spiteful world, for your dear sake\\nCan share your sorrows nay, bear all the weight\\nI02", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "XTbe Doctor ot jplorence.\\nAnd from a lowly station raise you up,\\nGives me more pleasure than could you bestow\\nA joint -seating on an empress throne.\\nTrue love, as you have beautifully said,\\nDoth greater wax, the greater it is tried\\nAnd courage ne er is so invincible\\nAs when with lance in rest for innocence.\\nElena. O sir, I thank you for your deep regard\\nWithout affection I could never wed.\\nFilippo. [A side. 1 His wife, indeed well that s a\\nroaring joke.\\nElena. You know I love another.\\nTommaso. Bah and he\\nWhat small discernment did the ancients show\\nIn their belief that, in the company\\nOf Anteros, the little Eros grew\\nLike Hebrews they perused the prophets backward.\\nBut I 11 be cool for through your reason I\\nWould win your love, and then t will longer bide.\\nThough it is hard, when thinking of his deeds,\\nTo ballast every utterance with its cause,\\nAnd steer it to the harbor of your sense.\\nElena. I am too weak the weakest to condemn.\\nThe veering of the wind may wholly change\\nOur destiny and trifles often shroud,\\n103", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "1Rtnal o,\\nIn a misleading haze, a world of good.\\nThose are, I know, who long have borne the ban\\nOf honest men, till some slight circumstance,\\nBy chance disclosed, proclaimed them doubly saints.\\nAnd filled with penitence convicting minds.\\nSuch potent factors small things are in life,\\nThat we, in adverse judgment, well should pause.\\nHe may have reason, or he may relent.\\nTommaso. A reason has he you are of low birth\\nBut reparation is beyond his beck\\nHe marries Thursday next a wealthy dame.\\nElena. Oh no it cannot be it cannot be\\nTommaso. So said Canute, but still the tide came in.\\nElena. To tell me this is a most cruel jest.\\nTommaso. As it is true or false, let my suit fare.\\nSend for your hostess t is the city s talk.\\nElena. \\\\To herself. And yet, he would not prom-\\nise when I asked.\\nTommaso. For then he was betrothed to her he weds.\\nElena. Slow death is come at last\\nTommaso. No life and love.\\nYou 11 live to bless him for inconstancy.\\nThe day of grief is a poor eminence\\nFrom which to view the glory of the morrow j\\nBut your experience shall vouch it true\\n104", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of jflorence.\\nThat fate is often wiser than desire.\\nYou lose Rinaldo, and Tommaso gain\\nA rude plebeian for a nobleman\\nA faithless lover for a lover true.\\nEleria. Think of the wrongs you have already done,\\nAnd leave me pity me, and go at once.\\nTonifnaso. For shame if there were kindled in your\\nheart\\nOne spark of gratitude, t would dry each sob\\nInto a hiss. I come to offer you\\nA home, protection, station, and my love\\nYou greet me with reproachful words and tears.\\nIf past unworthiness damn present worth.\\nTo native skies let dear Religion soar.\\nAnd true Repentance follow in her flight.\\nA man should be a study to himself.\\nAnd make his failings work to virtuous ends.\\nWhat I have been has made me what I am\\nThe trustier that I know the sweets of sin\\nTo turn to bitterness.\\nElena. Forgive me, sir\\nBut, by your manhood, I implore you go.\\nTommaso. My manhood bids me save you from\\nyourself\\nYou must be mine.\\n105", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "1Rinalt)o,\\nElena. I can be only Death s.\\nTo?nmaso. I will not yield you to the monster yet.\\n\\\\Makes a signal, and Filippo, who has stolen\\nbehind Elena, attempts to place his hand\\nover her mouth.\\nElena. Help help\\nTommaso. You clumsy clown\\nElena. Help! help!\\n\\\\_They muffle her head with Filippd s cloak.\\nTommaso. We shall not need the drug. Come I\\nwill lead.\\nEnter the Hermit and Andrea.\\nAndrea. Unhand the lady\\nTommaso. \\\\Drawing. Meddling fools, away\\nAndrea. \\\\prawing.\\nNot for a million lives T is she t is she\\n\\\\Tommaso and Andrea fight Filippo lays Elena\\ndown, and draws his sword.\\nHermit. Oh for a weapon\\nTommaso. Take that for your pains\\n[Stabs the Hermit, and thefi flies; Andrea\\nwounds Filippo Filippo falls.\\nFilippo, The cowardly dog\\n\\\\Andrea uncovers Elena^ sface.\\nio6", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "Ube 5)octor of iflorence.\\nAndrea. See see t is she we ve found her, sir,\\nat last\\nHermit. She s in a faint. Place her upon the bed.\\n[Andrea does so.\\nAndrea. O sir, you re badly hurt Look at the\\nblood\\nHermit. A scratch, a scratch a flesh-wound at the\\nmost.\\nElena. [Opening her eyes. Have mercy, sir\\nHermit. You are with friends, my child.\\nAndrea made both villains use their legs.\\nElena. Andrea\\nAndrea. Mistress, did I die this hour,\\nI know that my creation s turn is served.\\nElena. How came you here\\nHermit. We heard your cries for help\\nAnd when we entered your assailants fled.\\nAndrea. No one of them lies here.\\nFilippo. Would that you lied.\\nElena. Poor man he s wounded tend him,\\nfather, quick\\nFilippo. The priest! I m dying! I ll confession\\nmake\\nO damned poltroon to fly at sight of steel\\nHad you not run, we could have stuck them both.\\n107", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0129.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "1Rfnal^o,\\nHermit. Rest, daughter, where you are. Andrea,\\ncome;\\nIn the adjoining room I 11 dress his wound.\\n[^The Hermit and Andrea bear Filippo off.\\nElena. This may a judgment be for selfish grief\\nAn answer to my heedless cry for change.\\nGod receive his unprepared soul.\\nEnter Andrea.\\nHow is he\\nAndrea. The death-damp s on his brow.\\n1 came, dear mistress, to attend to you.\\nElena. Then hasten back you may be of some aid.\\nA moment stop. Andrea, have you heard\\nDoes does Rinaldo wed Alas I see\\nAn affirmation in your looks. Go now.\\n\\\\Exit Andrea.\\nI will my father ask yet all may be\\nBy a report deceived. My eyes shall see\\nI ll go disguised to Rinaldo s house\\nUpon his wedding-night his wedding-night\\nIf such, may morning s vapor be my shroud.\\nScene IL A Court before Rinaldo s Loggia.\\nEnter Rinaldo, Belcolore, and Wedding-train.\\nio8", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0130.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor ot dflorence.\\nRinaldo. [Stumbling. An omen ill\\n[Exeunt. Flayers, Jugglers, and others enter,\\nand pass into the house.\\nEnter Three Gentlemen.\\nFirst Gentleman. A brighter day ne er shoved old\\nTime along.\\nSecond Gentleman. But Night, the dark -robed, vener-\\nable priest.\\nComes to reprove the too exultant maid,\\nAnd teach her humbleness.\\nFirst Gentleman. Unfrock the priest\\nDid he not blind the champion of truth,\\nThe friend of virtue the beholding Eye,\\nWhose lightning is more dreaded than the bolts\\nOf mighty Zeus old Lucifer would hence.\\nAnd turn his powers to deviling those he has.\\nSecond Gentleman. You quarrel with my priest have\\nat your Eye\\nT was he that wrought fruit-loving Adam s fall\\nRobbed Samson of his flowing locks and strength\\nAnd lost Mark Antony the rule of Rome.\\nWhen we are cool and virtuously bent,\\nT is he that, spying out a graceful nymph,\\nAddresses thus the will A lovely form\\n109", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0131.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "1Rfnal o,\\nHow close her soft, loose-fitting garments cling\\nBehold her shapely ankle, slender waist.\\nAnd snowy bosom peeping from the lace,\\nHer moist, half-parted lips, her glistening teeth,\\nAnd eyes that dance, like wavelets in the sun.\\nYet show a depth beneath her curling hair\\n(Now Conscience, hold your peace Give me a\\nchance\\nShe may be frail, the beautiful oft are.\\nYou need not go beyond discretion s bounds.\\nOh, were we moles, we surely all were saints\\nThen sing no more the praises of this evil\\nThe carnal Eye the tempter of the devil\\nThird Gentleman. Hold hold, sir you are verging\\non a rhyme\\nAnd when one rhymes, I know his muse is jaded,\\nAnd gives us jingle and a dearth of thought.\\nFirst Gentleman. T is not the Eye that these com-\\nplaints indict\\nThird Gentleman. Enough enough the thread of\\ndiscourse s frayed\\nAnd each will follow out a different strand,\\nAnd argue on till doomsday. Breathe awhile.\\nLike speech extempore, you bravely popped,\\nBut fizzled at the close. And then the time\\nno", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0132.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "Ubc Doctor ot 3f lorence.\\nThough {/uUe est desipere in loco,\\nYet he that at a wedding can disport\\nCould hold carousal on his father s bier,\\nAnd joke the corpse. So kneel, and let us pray.\\nEnter Torch -bearers.\\nFirst Gentleman. The walking stars\\nSecond Gentleman. The meteors, you bat\\nBy Hymen sent to light the tardy guests.\\nEnter Philosopher.\\nFirst Gentleman. Here comes a poet or philosopher\\nNo one could be so ragged and be neither.\\nGood sir, I would of you some wisdom beg.\\nPhilosopher. I cannot spare the quantity thou need st.\\nFirst Gentleman. A biting jest but I will stretch\\nmy mouth,\\nAnd say ha ha to show I am not bit.\\nThough small my need, it would impoverish you,\\nWere wisdom not a Hydra, on whose trunk\\nEach head destroyed is quick replaced by two\\nThe old, another of experience born.\\nThen let me make so bold as to request\\nThe recipe of fortune how much man,\\nHow much of lion and how much of fox,", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0133.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "1Rinalt o,\\nHow much of jackass and how much of hog,\\nIt takes to make the rich ragout, success.\\nPhilosopher. Thou hast but two ingredients in thee.\\nSecond Gentleman. All hog and jackass\\nThird Gentleman. He divined the cross\\nStock-breeding, not philosophy s his forte.\\nFirst Gentleman. A savory dish may well be made\\nof these\\nThey form the bulk and body of the stew.\\nImprove the jackass, and make fat the hog.\\nPhilosopher. The sharpest pangs from aspiration\\ncome\\nA well-born ass is at its best at birth\\nAnd fattening hogs is but increasing pork.\\nFirst Gentleman. You put too much of pepper in\\nyour hash.\\nBut asses perseverance have, at least\\nAnd hogs no bashfulness I still insist.\\nPhilosopher. If thou art unsuccessful, associate\\nBut with successful men. Art thou successful\\nNo? then I ll none of thy poor company.\\n\\\\Exit Philosopher.\\nFirst Gentleman. A bitter philosopher\\nSecond Gentleman. Philosophy\\nHas e er been so since Socrates drank hemlock.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0134.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of jflorence.\\nEnter Torello and Caterina.\\nWhat have we here\\nThird Gentleman. Two clowns\\nCaterina. Good gentlemen,\\nDoes one Rinaldo own this house and ground\\nSecond Gentleman. No man owns anything all things\\nare His.\\nCaterina. Well, does a doctor called Rinaldo live\\nhere?\\nSecond Gentleman. No man, in his own right, doth\\nlive at all\\nHis soul it is that lives, and it belongs\\nTo Him or him the title s often cloudy.\\nCaterina. You are too good, sir, to be sensible.\\nTorello. This is Rinaldo s fool, perhaps, my dear;\\nThe old lord had one.\\nCaterina. He that s not the fool\\nReply. Is this Rinaldo s wedding -place\\nWe should have been here sooner, but our horse\\n(The Lord put on his back Torello s oaths)\\nWent lame and we the journey made afoot.\\nSecond Gentleman. Bucephalus would limp with such\\na load.\\nEirst Gentleman. I am the keeper of these motley\\nfools.\\n8 113", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0135.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "IRinalDo,\\nOne s name is Joke the other s name is Laugh.\\nJoke s business is to perpetrate the jest\\nLaugh s business, to applaud it. This is why\\nLaugh is so silent, hollow-eyed, and morbid\\nWhy Joke, so frisky, talkative, and bright.\\nLike witty landlord at his tenant s board.\\nAssured his worst will take the house by storm.\\nCaterina. They all are fools. Torello, let s go in.\\nFirst Gentleman. Alas dear madam, you have come\\ntoo late.\\nTo ease your anger, you can goad the horse\\nAs for your hunger, we are stationed here\\nTo feed your imagination with recount\\nOf luxuries now fairly on their road\\nTo good digestion and to bid you go.\\nFor your night s lodging, to the nearest inn.\\nThere tell the host you are the doctor s friends,\\nAnd he will charge you friendly rates three prices.\\nThe feast is o er the tables are removed\\nThe bride and groom and everyone abed.\\nA noble feast it was ten courses served\\nCaterina. Stop where you are. Rinaldo is a brute\\nFirst Gentleman. Philosophy, thou Merovingian\\nking\\nBy thy wee minister, the Sense, deposed\\n114", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0136.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor ot iflorence.\\nThat canst not us with sackcloth richly clothe,\\nNor fill our bellies with the name of bread\\nCaterina. Did I not tell you so, Torello did. I not\\nA.nd let me tell you you, you jack-a -napes\\nFirst Gentleman. List to an empty stomach s male-\\ndiction\\nCaterina. Torello, draw your sword. Well I 11 be\\nhanged\\nHe wears his sword behind him like a tail.\\nThird Gentleman. He does so in memoriam of home.\\nCaterina. Oh, laugh, you fools Your master is a cur\\nWe will not hear you out we 11 leave you now.\\nFirst Gentleman. Then has curst many now\\nhas blest a few\\nAs of that few we shall enroll ourselves.\\n\\\\Exeunt Caterina and Torello.\\nWhat peacock would not envy her that strut\\nEnter Rinaldo.\\nRinaldo. You honor Heaven, my friends, and slight\\nmy house,\\nBy spending so much leisure out-of-doors.\\nSecond Gentleman. Which were it best to honor?\\nRinaldo. For which life\\nSecond Gentleman. An hourly question, answering\\nwhat it asks\\n5", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0137.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "lRinal o,\\nRinaldo. Or have you prospering rivals in the hall\\nAnd in the air hold sullen convocation\\nSecond Gentleman. Instead, we have been taking\\nmental toll\\nOf those that sought admittance to your presence.\\nWe ve made philosophy and poesy\\nA legal tender.\\nRinaldo. Noble work, indeed\\nBut you, I know, are wanted for the dance.\\nI 11 keep the gate my heels lack education.\\nFirst Gentleman. Debar those, sir, who cannot sing,\\nwrite verse,\\nOr wisely, on man s future state, discourse.\\n\\\\Exeiint Gentlemen, followed by Torch-bearers.\\nRinaldo. \\\\Sits down, and then rises.\\nWhat posture s easy to a restless soul\\nConscience why art thou so stern a judge\\n1 have not taken life, not even done\\nThat deed of shame, which, from the fact of its\\nAccomplishment, extenuation draws,\\nAnd, from the degradation it has wrought,\\nReleasement from the palpable redress.\\nAlas these words are water to a burn\\nGuilt is determined by the guilty mind.\\nThe inner voice that censures most severe\\nii6", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0138.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor ot jflorcnce.\\nCries loudest gainst commission of the crime\\nThus, in each breast, are heaven -adjusted scales,\\nOn which the sin and punishment are weighed\\nThroughout this life and for eternity.\\nEnter Belcolore.\\nBelcolore. I ve sought you everywhere.\\nRinaldo. Why did you not\\nA servant send Where can Filippo be\\nHe has not been about for several days.\\nBelcolore. \\\\Agitated. Tommaso did reluctantly dis-\\nmiss him.\\nFilippo had more wit and learning than\\nIs common to his class these made him pert,\\nThen impudent, then unendurable.\\nT is a wise rule not to engage a man\\nAbove the station you would have him fill\\nNor even a faithful servant to employ\\nThe second time he never does so well.\\nRinaldo. T was on this principle you chose your\\nhusband.\\nBelcolore. What principle, my lord\\nRinaldo. To feel assured\\nOf his submission, you selection made\\nBeneath the place.\\n117", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0139.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "IRinal o,\\nBelcolore. You are so gay to-night\\nI think Tommaso and your knitted brow,\\nYour stooping posture and your measured words\\nHave all been great deceivers.\\nRinaldo. Pray, in what?\\nBelcolore. I find you merry.\\nRinaldo. Is that strange?\\nBelcolore. No,\\nAnd yet, you have so much to do with death.\\nRinaldo. That is a doubtful compliment indeed.\\nBelcolore. I do not mean it so. Oh, can I hope\\nThat it is I who have your gloom dispelled\\nRinaldo. Truly, I am not, lady, what I seem.\\nBeneath this melody of cheerfulness\\nAre deep and solemn chords vibrating low,\\nLike the distant tolling of a muffled bell.\\nThey play a funeral march and my sad soul,\\nClad in the dark habiliments of gloom,\\nFollows the bier of time, on which my life\\nIs slowly borne to a prepared grave.\\nE en when I realize it not, those strains\\nOf mournful music steal upon my heart.\\nAnd fill it with a melancholy dread\\nThat tinctures all my joy. I feel like one\\nOppressed, who has the cause a spell forgot,\\nii8", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0140.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "Zbc 2)octor ot iflorence*\\nAnd knows not why he suffers, till he stops,\\nAnd questions of himself.\\nBelcolore. T is pity, sir.\\nYou spent so many years in rustic life.\\nYours is a nature that nutrition draws\\nFrom mingling with, and studying mankind\\nThe country starves it. You need society,\\nNot boisterous, yet gay nor wise, nor silly.\\nThe lighter and convivial faculties\\nAre, otherwise, by serious ones suppressed,\\nAnd fall before Death s fatal dart, disuse.\\nNor should we slight them, harmony being life.\\nKings can with cooks less readily dispense.\\nThan cooks with kings. The moralists must found\\nTheir bridge that touches the celestial shore\\nUpon the body s wants, or floods, like that\\nWhich swept the Ponte Vecchio away,\\nWill bear their airy span down passion s stream.\\nYou see I ve learnt from your devoted friend\\nTo what you do incline. Shall we go in\\nThe cold and dampness would my spirit chill.\\nRinaldo. Well, as you wish. \\\\Aside. I feel a\\nstrange desire\\nThat urges me here to remain alone. \\\\Exeunt.\\n119", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0141.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "IRlnalbo,\\n[Elena, i?i her night-robe and with hair dis-\\nheveledy passes through the court into the\\nhouse.\\nScene III. Hall in Rinaldo^ s House. Guests dancing.\\nAfter the da?ice they converse in groups.\\nEnter Rinaldo and Belcolore.\\nBelcolore. We are a little late the dance is over.\\nRinaldo. Why has the music ceased\\n\\\\To a Servant^ Go bid them play.\\n\\\\Exit Servant. Music.\\nI make good resolutions, when I hear\\nThe strains of music. In my bosom swells\\nA thankfulness akin to that we feel\\nWhen we are wakened from a frightful dream\\nBy sunlight and the twittering of birds.\\nThe silent, deep recesses of the heart\\nResponsive echo the melodious waves\\nThat gently break upon the raptured sense\\nAnd courage, love, and charity arise.\\nAs snowy sea-gulls from their rocky home\\nAt dawn of morning. It is wonderful\\nHow sweet sounds spirit the divine within,\\nAnd show our natures better than ourselves.\\n1 20", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0142.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "Ube 2)octor of jflorence.\\nBelcolore. We shall have sprightly music ever by,\\nThat will imaginary dirges drown\\nAs luring as the songs the Sirens sing,\\nAnd yet, withal, as loyal as the airs\\nThat moved Mount Helicon to ecstacy.\\nAnd, with the silvery thread of melody,\\nI will entwine the golden strand of love.\\nTo bind you fast on our enchanted isle.\\nLove rules the heart, which still doth rule the mind.\\nRinaldo. Would that we could in speculation dwell.\\nI m in a charitable mood to-night\\nMy ghost would pardon my life s murderer.\\n\\\\Changing his manner. I, even with serenity, can brook\\nThis garrulous old man, who pounces on\\nEach feathered member of the mental brood.\\nLike awkward scullion capturing a fowl.\\nAnd, with a sputtering and a wild grimace.\\nHolds by the tail his flapping, squawking prize.\\nFrederico. Good sir, you have forgotten me, I fear\\nYou did not call upon me yesterday.\\nRinaldo. A fee rejuvenates the memory.\\nFrederico. You doctors are too merciless on those\\nMade helpless by disease. You say to them\\nYield us your purse, or yield your life and it.\\nYou give them health to live in poverty.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0143.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nA hundred ducats for a single day\\nWill soon be moderate hire.\\nRinaldo. I make the rich,\\nFor my benevolence to others, pay.\\nFrederico. Then is it their benevolence, not yours.\\nRinaldo. It being theirs, it settles not my bill.\\nI ask a liberal man a liberal sum,\\nSince I by skill a precious life prolong\\nI mulct the miser that I may discharge\\nAmercement for the crime I do mankind.\\nBy lengthening his days. T is choice, not price:\\nWhich shall it be, sir, mean or generous\\nFrederico. Why, generous and am I not in fact\\nTo bring you silver vases as a gift\\nYou will not give them to these mountebanks?\\nSee to it, lady, that he does not do so.\\nIt is not bounty, but a craven s deed\\nTo give for fashion where no friendship is.\\nRinaldo. How far back does the observation run\\nFrederico. Not to my giving though verily it should,\\nFor your last bill undid your physic s work.\\nBut then I see it is a trick of trade\\nTo keep me on the list.\\nBelcolore. Physicians should,\\nBefore the convalescent stage, collect.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0144.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "Ube 5)octor ot jFlorence.\\nFrederico. I m very far from that I cannot sleep\\nIt seems I am a roost for every ill\\nNor can I eat\\nRinaldo. What was your midday fare\\nFrederico. A partridge, pheasant, hare, a loin of\\nmeat,\\nBologna sausage, and a little wine,\\nAnd relishes to tempt the appetite.\\nRinaldo. This is damnation, not temptation, sir.\\nAnd yet you have the gout\\nFrederico. A vile disease.\\nThat aches so much and draws no sympathy\\nBut, were that all, I might with it make terms\\nHere come Tommaso and the man I saw\\nThose vases viewing with a ravished eye\\nA fellow of good taste, but no resources.\\nTonmiaso. This is the poet from Arezzo, sir,\\nWhose verses you so very much admired.\\nRinaldo. I thought we were not friendly with Arezzo.\\nPoet. Our artists freely move mong hostile courts;\\nTrue art, they say, is a cosmopolite.\\nRinaldo. It is not so with Dante. Yet welcome, sir\\nI care not from what city you do hail\\nA man s a man to me none honored more\\nThan tidings-bearer from the land of dreams.\\n123", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0145.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "1Rinal^o,\\nPoet. Bards are not angels tliough they fly, my lord,\\nAnd sorry guests they prove. T is said of them\\nThey are like babies with the colic plagued\\nThat fret their faithful nurses with their plaints\\nAnd know not what they would and yet, perchance,\\nIf by some witchcraft they could have their will.\\nThey might select some lone Olympian mount\\nWhere they could reign divine. Still would they war,\\nFor when in the arena poets meet\\nThey fight to death, let thumbs be up or down.\\nStill would they wail, for wailing is their breath\\nAmbrosia would have lost its ancient smack\\nAnd nectar its bouquet and, like the gods.\\nThey would descend to earth for their amours.\\nRuin the lives of trusting maids, and think\\nTo salve a wounded honor with a line.\\nThey have to learn the dignity of Art,\\nThat vies not with the world in worldly things,\\nThat envies not the Campanian dame her gems\\nHer children are her jewels, and hot cares\\nDistill her soul to crystal purity.\\nRinaldo. What answer make the minstrels to this\\ncharge\\nPoet. This is their plea, my lord We are distort\\nIn body and in mind, and ask for much\\n124", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0146.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "Ubc H)octor of iflorence.\\nSince we are lotted but the air we breathe.\\nIn youth, we are attuned to chivalry\\nThe thrilling harp, the stirring tournament,\\nThe daring venture for a dungeoned knight\\nOr for a ribbon from our lady s hair.\\nWe find the age of heroism past,\\nAnd drunken Avarice puking on the throne.\\nTo this besotted king we needs must kneel,\\nWrite ringing sonnets to his bleared eyes.\\nAppraise as justice each deboshed decree.\\nOr else we starve, and loved ones perish with us.\\nReproach not, then, our most intemperate verse\\nCrushed hearts ferment and make the wine of song\\nWhen we are ashes your slow natures move\\nTo whining praise you say Alas, poor soul\\nHow ill -requited for his rich bequest\\nHis life-long race with sacred torch aflame\\nThat sweet Romance might follow in his steps\\nThrough sensual darkness till the dawn appear.\\nWould I had been there to relieve his need\\nYou crowd the places where we wept alone\\nHallow the few and trivial things we touched\\nErect us sepulchres at princely cost.\\nOne tithe of which would have delayed their use\\nAnd filled our being with the joy of life\\n125", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0147.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "IRinal^o,\\nBuy monuments yea, fountains for the dead,\\nAnd not a drink of water for the living\\nAnd both speak truth, my lord for poets are\\nThe creatures of two worlds, unfit for either.\\nRinaldo. His words proclaim him kindred to my\\nsoul.\\nGive him the richest present of them all\\nDo not to-night depart I know your life\\nAnd worth, and hunger for your company.\\nPoet. You overrate me for a foolish speech,\\nOr one that, by suggestion, clothes itself\\nFrom the rich wardrobe of receiving minds.\\nRinaldo. The ring tests gold as well as acid does\\nNo Lombard usurer is more acute\\nThan is my greedy ear.\\nPoet. I cannot stay\\nI must away this evening to prepare\\nFor leaving Florence early. In a month\\nI likely shall return and then will put\\nYour offered hospitality to proof.\\nRinaldo. You shall not go till I have that bestowed\\nWhich will your coming mount a noble horse.\\nThan which no better is in Tuscany.\\nI praise the gift as token of regard.\\n\\\\Tonimaso whispers to him,\\n126", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0148.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "XTbe Doctor ot 3florence\u00c2\u00bb\\nTommaso tells me many are without\\nThat have not been received. For a short time\\nI 11 leave you in old Frederico s care.\\nI thus shall save your sentiment for me.\\nEnter Players.\\nRinaldo. \\\\Aside. He cast a stone among my settled\\nthoughts\\nThey rise like a flock of crows.\\nTommaso. The players, sir.\\nRinaldo. To all and each, I greeting do extend\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n[Elena appears for a moment at a curtained en-\\ntrance.\\nElena [Rushes to the hangings, and sweeps them apart.\\nNothing Yet it was her face\\nAll. What did you see, my lord\\nRinaldo. That face that face\\nSo sad, so pale. O God can she be dead\\nBelcolore. Whose face\\nTommaso. Believe me, sir, you are not well\\nThe guests are much disturbed come to the air.\\nRinaldo. I am a loadstone to the things I hate.\\n\\\\Tur7is upon the guests.\\nYou spawn of venomed toads, which do infect\\nThe bush that shelters you you fear-struck fools\\n127", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0149.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nThink you your bungling counterfeit to pass\\nAcross the carpet of a Lombard dog\\nI hold your friendship as I hold the lights\\nThat smoke and flicker in my court and hall\\nA puff extinguishes unchecked, they d lay\\nMy home in ashes\\n[71? First Actor, with assumed laughter.\\nYour opinion on t.\\nBelcolore. \\\\To Tommaso. He was but acting\\nTommaso. Do not be deceived.\\nFirst Actor. It was too highly colored, sir.\\nRinaldo, Perhaps\\nBut artists, for the drying of their paints,\\nAllowance make and, in addition, this\\nNature s reflection is less strong than she\\nAnd so, for true effect, we must illume\\nHer brilliant tints, and deepen sombre hues.\\nAttend the picture s tone. O worthy sir\\nThere is, in realms invisible, a stage,\\nBy iridescent fancy lit, or gloomed\\nBy dark imagination where there flit\\nBright, airy spirits, or where spectres stalk\\nReacting what has been t is Memory\\nThere Conscience, sole spectator of the play,\\nIn calm repose, or brooding misery sits.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0150.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "Ubc doctor of Florence.\\nOh, must I ever view that bitter scene\\nStrike up the music and on with the dance\\nWhy waste the fleeting moments of dehght\\nTime marches to the beating of the heart.\\nSpin round spin round and so get cheaply drunk\\nReel reel in ecstasy that face that face", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0151.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "IRinalOo,\\nACT THE FOURTH.\\nScene I. Florence. A Room in an Inn.\\nEnter Elena.\\nElena. I am so faint all things are in a whirl.\\n*T is true t is true t is true and even hope,\\nThe last to fly the chilled heart, has flown.\\nAs every other joy, to sunnier climes.\\nIf through the sleet of grief I could have seen.\\nThough far ahead, a glimmering of light.\\nThe thought of welcome and a glowing hearth\\nWould have renewed my failing energy\\nBut t is shut off and all is darkness now.\\nMost bitter woe whose only cure is death\\nHow can I bear time s slow and lagging pace\\nHours, days, years when it doth seem\\nAnother moment would unthrone my mind\\nOh, what a clinging garment is this life\\nTo one that would disrobe and go to rest\\nO God, keep me from suicide or madness\\nIn this my hour of trial give me strength,\\n130", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0152.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor ot ^Florence.\\nThat when the end the welcome end is come,\\nI may be still within thy gracious love.\\nI will be brave he bade me to be brave\\nI little thought I stood so much in need\\nOf courage. Yes, I will be brave I will be\\n[jReaches the bed, and falls fainting upon it.\\nEnter Hermit and Andrea.\\nHermit. Thou shouldst have sooner wakened me,\\nAndrea\\nIt is near morning, and she might have called.\\nAndrea. I have not closed my eyes, and should have\\nheard.\\nShe told us not to enter till she rang.\\nAnd then your wound\\nHermit. No word of that to her.\\nHush she may be asleep. \\\\Discovers her.\\nWhat can have happened\\nDaughter daughter Her clothing soiled with mud\\nDelirious she must have ranged the streets.\\nI never can forgive myself for this.\\nCall Peronella in.\\n\\\\Exit Andrea. Hermit places Elena in bed.\\nWhy did she wish\\nTo be alone, and so dismiss them both\\n131", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0153.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "1Rinalt)o,\\nWe all have secrets that we ne er disclose\\nTo closest confidants and there are times\\nWhen we communion with our souls would hold\\nTimes when our dearest friends intruders seem.\\nHad she not left the house, no mystery.\\nBut it is done and reasons rarely cure\\nThe act s disease. Sweet face the one who could\\nLook in thine eyes and wrong thee is no man.\\nEnter Peronella and Andrea.\\nPeronella. Is the poor lady worse\\nHermit. I fear she is.\\nDidst thou hear any one go out last night\\nPeronella. I slept too sound to hear a falling tower\\nI was so tired, I lay down as I am,\\nExpecting to be called.\\nAndrea. I am to blame.\\nHermit. Blame not thyself, Andrea for our deeds.\\nFrom the intention, their complexion take.\\nElena. [Recovering. Father, father.\\nHermit. Well I am here, my child.\\nElena. I thought at first that I awoke in heaven,\\nAnd that the angels bade me welcome there.\\nHermit. [Aside. Sweet visions the precursors of\\nthe end\\n132", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0154.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "XTbe 2)octor ot ^Florence.\\nTo peaceful souls. [^To JS/e/ia. j Didst thou go out last\\nnight\\nWell, well we 11 wait till thou art better, then.\\nElena. Shall I be better soon\\nHermit. In heaven, yes.\\nMy dear, dear child, you have not long to live.\\nElena. My prayers are answered. Tell me, father,\\ntrue\\nIs it a sin to pray the Lord for death\\nHermit. No more than t is to ask him for thy life,\\nWhen t is a blessing.\\nElena. Then it was not wrong.\\nWhy weep you all Death, to the innocent,\\nMust be as sweet as childhood s slumber is\\nNo doubts, no cares, no dread imaginings.\\nIt is revealed to us through nature s law,\\nWhich gives to only purity content.\\nThat, in His kingdom, it is so ordained\\nThat virtue need not fear to enter there.\\nThere heart from heart can never be estranged\\nThere we shall meet Rinaldo O my love\\nIf I could see you once before I die\\nHermit. There, daughter, rest.\\nElena. Oh, let me use the little time I have\\nIn speaking to you better so than wasted.\\nm", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0155.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nCome, kiss me, Peronella you have nursed\\nMe tenderly you have so good a heart.\\nPeronella. A good heart, but a worn heart, lady dear,\\n\\\\Aside. I 11 bring the priest her hand is cold as ice.\\n\\\\Exit Peronella.\\nElena. Farewell, Andrea you have been to me\\nA watchful, loving brother.\\nAndrea. Would to God,\\nMy mistress, I could an incision make,\\nAnd let my life blood flow into your veins\\nTo give you health and vigor.\\nElena. T is better not.\\nI have a last request.\\nAndrea. But tell me it.\\nElena. It is that you will never leave Rinaldo.\\nYou love him dearly and he loves you, too.\\nYou know his moods and passions, and beneath\\nHis true and tender heart. Will you stay by him\\nAndrea. As I do hope for mercy from above.\\nElena. I would a message send to him but it\\nMight pain him. Should he ever ask for me,\\nTell him I loved him better than my life\\nThat heaven will seem lonely till he comes.\\nAnd, after I am dead, lay me to rest\\nWith this dear locket nearest to my heart\\n134", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0156.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "XTbe Doctor ot ^Florence.\\nIt was his latest gift. Hold tight my hand\\nYou drift away.\\nEnter Priest and Peronella.\\n\\\\^Organ and choir heard.\\nPeronella. Father, has she the sacraments received\\nPriest. Yes, Peronella.\\nHennit. All her faults appear\\nAs virtues held, by greater virtue, sins\\nThe angels are no purer.\\nPeronella. \\\\Going to the bedside. Here is the priest,\\nElena. Rinaldo wed, and not to me.\\nPriest. My child,\\nThink not of worldly things, but of thy God.\\nElena. I will try, father, but my heart is broke.\\nPriest. God s love and mercy are the spirit s balm.\\n\\\\A bell from the church is heard.\\nElena. What sounds are these\\nPriest. It is the consecration of the mass,\\nWhich daily hath been offered up for thine\\nEternal welfare. Is there aught, my child.\\nThat troubles thee\\nElena. Father, I ve told you all,\\nAnd I am satisfied.\\nPriest. Then, if for all thy sins\\n135", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0157.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "IRinal^Ot\\nThou dost renew thy sorrow, I again,\\nIn His high name and by His holy word,\\nForgive thee. \\\\Makes the sign of the Cross. All kneel.\\nElena. The strains grow fainter, fainter.\\nPeronella. The cordial, doctor\\nHermit. T would be cruelty\\nTo rough so smooth an ending by our art.\\nElena. The voices of another choir grow loud\\nSweet, sweet music\\nPriest. T is an angel choir.\\n[Places a lighted candle in her hands, which\\nPeronella sustains, and lays a crucifix\\nupon her breast.\\nElena. [Partly rising. A light a soft, bright\\nlight why it is morning. [Dies.\\nPriest. Tibi, Domine, commendamus animam famulae\\ntuse ut defunctus sseculo tibi vivat et quae per fragili-\\ntatem humanae conversationis peccata commisit, tu venia\\nmisericordissimae pietatis absterge. Per Christum Dom-\\ninum nostrum. Amen.\\nScene H. Servants^ Hall in Rinaldo^ s House.\\nEnter several Servants.\\nFirst Servant. I tell you that he is not so blind as a\\nbat or as a youth enamored of a crone. Besides, he\\n136", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0158.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "Ube H)octor of ^Florence.\\ncan see with his ears he can read your thoughts from\\nyour inflection and your heart from your breathing.\\nSecrets are not always safe from him though they be un-\\nworded. Many a time he has made me start by becom-\\ning the tongue for my bosom. Had I not been familiar\\nwith the sound of my voice, I should have believed\\nthat it was my mouth berating my brain for devising\\nscurvy office for it.\\nSecond Servant. He does not appear to notice any-\\nthing, or to care for anything. He walks alone, eats\\nalone, talks alone, and sleeps alone. If he knew that\\nhe was a cuckold, I do not think that he would be mute\\non the subject.\\nFirst Servant. You are one of those who imagine\\nthat the Lord has only one mould, and that the one in\\nwhich they were cast. You think that our master s head\\nis as hot as your own, which melts every thought, as\\nsoon as formed, into words that flow down and out. I\\nhave heard him say that the deepest thoughts are speech-\\nless that the Tongue is the spendthrift -nephew of the\\nmiser. Brain and that one becomes bankrupt in wisdom\\nby being too liberal in speech. You can not see so far\\ndown as his heart every time he opens his mouth.\\nThird Servant. It will be well if, to rid themselves of\\nhim, they do not inform the authorities that he profanes\\n137", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0159.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "IRinalDo,\\nconsecrated ground, and cuts up bodies buried with holy\\nrites.\\nFirst Servant. The authorities will not trouble him.\\nThe lean people adore him the fat enroll him as one\\nof themselves and the nobles fear that they will drop\\ninto their graves with a disagreeable thump if he fail\\nto lower them in gently. What other man in Florence,\\nwhen summoned by Messer Corso, would have sent the\\nreply, Tell him to hell by the shortest route I will\\nattend him there.\\nSecond Servant. Surely he is gone crazy and we are\\ncrazy if we do not seek employment elsewhere.\\nFirst Servant. Not I. I know his plague.\\nSecond Servant. What is it\\nFirst Servant. He jilted Elena, the girl that came with\\nthat old man, and he regrets it. If his wife do not act\\nmore prudently, he will have good grounds for making\\naway with her and then we shall have a better mistress.\\nThird Servant. God speed the day. My lady Bel-\\ncolore is such a fiery wench she should have been sent\\nto Tartary to hunt up Prester John.\\nSecond Servant. Hist here she is.\\nEnter Belcolore.\\nBelcolore. Idling and gossiping as usual. Pray, are\\nyou paid for this Is there not work enough to busy\\n138", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0160.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor ot Florence.\\nyou? Then I will dismiss some of you. To your\\nduties. Were I as tardy in my pay as you are in your\\nservice, there would be some squealing. Since Filippo\\nleft, there has been nothing done. You piled too much\\nupon his shoulders, and made him dissatisfied. [To\\nFirst Servant. 1 When Signior Tommaso comes, tell him\\nthat I desire to see him. \\\\_Exit Belcolore.\\nFirst Servant. Much work Filippo did, except at table.\\nSecond Servant. Thank heaven that he has left.\\nThird Servant. May he not return until I wish him back.\\nSecond Servant. She wants Tommaso. She leaves\\nthis order twenty times a day.\\nFirst Servant. Give her line when she is hooked,\\nshe will be landed. [Exeunt.\\nScene III. A Room in Rinaldd s House.\\nEnter Rinaldo.\\nRinaldo. My life is deepening to a tragedy.\\nThe curse hath fallen on me every thought,\\nLike a bewildered stranger in the streets,\\nThough free awhile, doth circuit to the start.\\nMy food is tasteless and my converse lacks\\nConjunction with my sin-engrossed mind.\\nThe past, the present, and the future bear.\\nLike the Erinnyes, ever to my sight\\n139", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0161.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "1Rinal^o,\\nHer white and pleading face I saw it on\\nThat fatal nuptial day I see it now\\nfool fool fool How duped is he that yields\\nThe cap a father wears before his hearth\\nFor the tiara, crown, or wreath of green\\nWhat have I sought I valued not the prize\\nSo weak the motives that incite to crime.\\nWhat can I do Is there no refuge Hark\\nThe voice of that old village priest doth sound,\\nAs on the Sabbath I remember well,\\nSweet is atonement to the contrite heart.\\nSweet, sweet indeed oh, precious, precious words I\\nWhy came they not before I have been one\\nConfined in a cell with bolts unshot,\\nAnd known it not. Oh, blessed, blessed thought\\n1 will atone nor give my reason time\\nTo mangle this resolve. [Rings a bell.\\nMy wife is false.\\nMy own observance doth sustain the charge\\nIn the tamburo of my judgment placed\\nBy servants gossiping.\\nEnter Servant.\\nGo, sirrah, bid\\nEach member of my household come in haste.\\n\\\\Exit Servant.\\n140", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0162.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of jflorence.\\nWhere is Elena now I learnt that she\\nHad not to home returned. She will forgive\\nWhen she is told my anguish how my love,\\nOutstripping all the rank and sucking growths,\\nLike some tall tree in the Maremma, sways\\nWith branches verdant in the purer air.\\nI hear her cry I see the light of joy\\nShine through her tears, as sunbeams through a shower.\\nWho knows but, tempered by adversity,\\nThe end accomplished, troubles now may cease\\nFor surely the Artificer divine\\nDoth make some lives run molten, with design\\nOf casting useful implements for man.\\nHere are the knaves.\\nEnter Servants.\\nI summoned you, to say\\nThat t is of import and great urgency\\nI should discover where Elena is.\\nYou gossips know her. To the one that brings\\nThe news, I 11 give a thousand florins. Go\\n\\\\Exeunt Servants.\\nGold is the heathen deity that lifts\\nThe rock that balks desire.\\nEnter Andrea.\\nAndrea welcome\\nThere is only one I rather would have seen.\\n141", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0163.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "IRinalbo,\\nThou rt come in time didst thou not hear me say\\nTo find her, I d a thousand florins give?\\nWhen thou hast told me all, we will to horse\\nBut thou art from the village, art thou not\\nSit thou beside me here. Where hast thou been.\\nThou truant\\nAndrea. Master, I did follow her.\\nRinaldo. Then thou know st where she is O noble\\nboy\\n(I do not think I have deserved this joy\\nLook not so sad, Andrea I am changed\\nI am not what I was, nor ever can be.\\nElena s honor only shall be bounds\\nTo my repentant acts. I 11 penance do\\nAs dire as did the royal penitent\\nBetwixt Canossa s walls. How didst thou find her?\\nAndrea. She fled alone.\\nRinaldo. Alone\\nAndrea. The Hermit and myself, in quest of her,\\nMet near the Arno then together searched.\\nWe traced her first to Lastra, and thence back\\nTo Florence. Next, we did a rumor hear\\nThat she was in a convent but t was false.\\nContinual we walked the streets in vain.\\nTill once, as we were passing by a house,\\n142", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0164.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of Florence*\\nWe heard a woman scream and, rushing in,\\nBeheld Tommaso and Filippo there\\nAbout to bear her off.\\nRinaldo. What didst thou do\\nAndrea. I drew my sword, and ran Filippo through.\\nRinaldo. Thou shouldst be knighted by a public\\nact!\\nTommaso what of him The dog escaped\\nI missed Filippo, but Tommaso s here.\\nAndrea. He drew, and fled.\\nRinaldo. He fled from death to death\\nWhat of Elena tell me, what of her\\nAndrea. The shock was great but she did rally some.\\nTill we Tommaso s story did confirm\\nThat you would wed\\nRinaldo. Oh, what a villain I\\nAndrea. Then slowly pined.\\nRinaldo. But my repentance will\\nRestore the color to her pallid cheek,\\nThe sparkle to her eye. Speak on, speak on.\\nAndrea. Upon your wedding-night she stronger\\ngrew;\\nAnd bid both Peronella and myself.\\nWho were attendant on her, to retire.\\nAnd not return until she rang a bell\\n143", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0165.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "1Rinalt)o\u00c2\u00bb\\nThat was in easy reach. So we withdrew.\\nI waited long and it was nearly dawn,\\nWhen, with the Hermit, I went in again.\\nWe found her worse the fever very high\\nAnd, strange to tell, her night-robe flecked with mud,\\nAs if she had been out of doors.\\nRinaldo. T was she\\nheart, look on the product of thy deeds\\nIt is damnation deep the imps of hell\\nNo torture could devise so terrible.\\nHow is she now ^You weep she s dead she s dead\\n\\\\Gaspsfor breath.\\nAndrea. He s dying Master master\\nRinaldo. T will away\\nThis killed my father, and some day some day\\nHand me the poniard on the table there,\\n1 would let blood.\\nAndrea. No, master, no not yet\\nThink of your soul she said you d meet in heaven.\\nRinaldo. O God, why art thou called The Merciful\\nMy guilty soul was full of penitence.\\nYet art thou just I did no mercy show.\\nAndrea, thou art right I would not trade\\nThis little piece of life for all the furs\\nOf Asia, the silks of Paris, and the cloths\\n144", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0166.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "Ube 2)octor of dflorencc.\\nMade from the Spanish wools t is priceless now.\\nLet me but see the wretch.\\nAndrea. A wretch, indeed\\nFor, twixt his gasps and vomitings of blood,\\nFilippo told us that Tommaso hired\\nA cut-throat to make feint to take your life,\\nThat he could rescue you and that he planned\\nYour marriage with his mistress that he might\\nMore readily regain his uncle s wealth,\\nAnd have Elena helpless to his lust.\\nRinaldo. I ve heard the horrors of Pistoia s siege\\nOf the beleaguered who, with hunger wild,\\nDid amputate and eat their own shrunk limbs\\nOf those thrust out to us, and driven back\\nBefore their kindred on the city walls\\nSome groping, with seared cavities for eyes\\nSome lacking hands, with bleeding stumps upraised\\nSome, of their feet dissevered, crawling slow.\\nAnd spouting gory trails. I ve of the dread\\nPiantare heard the quick head-downwards planted,\\nWith calves and feet protruding the ghastly sight\\nOf such exhumed the purple, swollen face\\nThe lolling tongue and lip ground through and through\\nThe mouth with mud of clay and spittle choked,\\nThe bloodshot, bulging eyes. Too tame too brief!\\nFor my revenge\\nlo 145", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0167.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "IRinal^o,\\nAndrea. Think not of him, good master.\\nRinaldo. Thank God, there is a place of pain eterne,\\nElse the unfeeling, in unfeelingness.\\nWere proof gainst punishment commensurate,\\nAnd retribution and revenge, but words\\nAndrea. This passion will exhaust you.\\nRinaldo. Dead dead dead\\nAndrea. Do not cry so, master.\\nRinaldo. O heaven, it is\\nAn awful thing to feel, where enemies\\nAre countless friends so few, that one who loved\\nYou dearer far than life is gone forever.\\nOh, she was one within whose trusting heart\\nThe virgin graces bloomed with sweetest fragrance.\\nShe would have died to save me but an hour\\nOf such remorse. E en when I cast her off\\nInto the world to starve, looked in my face\\nWith a reproachful, yet forgiving look\\nThat would have melted any beast but man.\\nHow could I do it oh, how could I do it\\nShe was entwined in the memory\\nWith early years grew up, as t were, a part\\nOf all I was, or ever hoped to be.\\nShe leaves a void that nothing else can fill.\\nShe 11 come to me no more she 11 come no more.\\n146", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0168.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "Ubc Doctor of iflorence.\\nO God I can but cry how could I do it\\nAnd let the question, unanswered, echo back.\\nAndrea. Be calm, master, be calm.\\nRinaldo. I am not cruel I could not crush a worm\\nOr wing the smallest insect, and not feel\\nThat there was something waiting its return.\\nAnd yet, I could undo a human life\\nThe most unselfish, purest, gentlest life\\nNot of an enemy (which might excuse.\\nIn even guilt, the instinct of defence)\\nBut of one who loved me through my injuries.\\nEnter Tommaso.\\nTommaso. What is the matter now\\nRinaldo. O you black devil\\nTommaso. Why, what is this\\nRinaldo. [Partly drawing. I 11 send you down\\nto hell [Falls back gasping.\\nMy heart is still beat damned organ, beat\\nAndrea. Go leave him, sir, at once.\\nTommaso. No let him writhe.\\nHo, ho I see you would relieve yourself\\nOf that uneasy burden, gratitude\\nAnd, seizing on a trifle for offence,\\nRepay the debt, and give your conscience peace.\\n147", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0169.jp2"}, "168": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nAy, abuse me turn me from your house\\nYou can not rob me of the cheering thought\\nThat I have done you good. [^Exit Tommaso.\\nAtidrea. Master master I 11 send the servants in,\\nAnd run and bring the nearest doctor here\\nFor he is much distressed. \\\\Exit Andrea.\\nRinaldo. \\\\Recovering. I do believe that there are\\nevil spirits.\\nWhich iind a lodgment in the human form,\\nAnd act their will. Of such am I possessed\\nStrength in excess to compass hellish ends.\\nAnd none for righteous vengeance Dead O God\\nEnter Servants,\\nFirst Servant. Shall we attend you, sir\\nRinaldo. \\\\Rising. Away away\\nFalls back gasping into chair.\\n148", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0170.jp2"}, "169": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor ot jflorence*\\nACT THE FIFTH.\\nScene I. A Room in Rinaldo s House.\\nEnter Tommaso and Belcolore.\\nTomtnaso. It is our only safety he has grown\\nSo passionate of late, it is to risk\\nOur life and limbs to spare him longer.\\nBelcolore. Indeed\\nWhat did Andrea tell him\\nTommaso. I do not know.\\nToo much, I fear, for cunning to displace,\\nAnd change the proper current of suspect.\\nAt sight of me, he in a fury flew\\nAnd, had his violence not drained his strength,\\nHe might have done me harm.\\nBelcolore. Then is it time\\nThat, for our own protection, we should act,\\nAnd sure, in self-defence, it is no crime.\\nI 11 mix the poison in his breakfast -cup.\\nTommaso. T were better done at once: each hour\\ndelayed\\nTo existing chances of defeat gives suck,\\n149", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0171.jp2"}, "170": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nAnd birth to new ones. Hark he is coming\\nWe 11 go aside and spur invention on. [Exeunt.\\nEnter Rinaldo, who rings a bell.\\nRinaldo. A servant here\\nEnter a Servant.\\nHas Bruno not arrived\\nServant, He is outside, my lord.\\nRinaldo. Bid him come in.\\n\\\\Exit Servant.\\nT is strange for now I am relieved to learn\\nThat I, who have wronged others past amends,\\nAm wronged myself.\\nO friends turn false and enemies play foul\\nMake harlot of my wife rob me of wealth\\nShow light the deeds that have procured me fame,\\nAnd prove resultant honors undeserved\\nLet slip the hell-hounds that hunt i the past.\\nAnd drive from cover long-repented sins\\nSteal lie defame do anything that s vile,\\nAnd let me feel abused. Yet what so black\\nAgainst me could be done\\nEnter Bruno arid Pietro,\\nWhat do you here?\\nBruno. You sent for us, my lord,\\nISO", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0172.jp2"}, "171": {"fulltext": "Ubc Doctor of iflorence.\\nRinaldo. Why, so I did.\\nWell, have you any subject for my knife\\nBruno. Two, my lord.\\nRinaldo. Fresh\\nBruno. The breath scarce out of em.\\nRinaldo. T is well I would not give a florin for\\nA score of carcasses such as the last.\\nThe stench from it so roused my senses up.\\nTheir clamor drowned the quiet voice of thought.\\nTurning the brain from god-like muse to nausea.\\nBruno. We 11 warrant these are fresh and hard it was\\nTo get them, too for though to bear the biers\\nThey had but porters hired, and but one priest\\nTo walk before and chant their requiem\\n(Most like two misers brought in rags to earth.\\nWhose grip upon their money-bags and friends\\nDeath at the same time had loosed), yet was there one\\nThe only mourner, if I saw aright\\nWho, when the last to go, some curious hags,\\nHad hobbled off in search of funeral meats,\\nAs is their custom, fell upon the ground\\nAnd moaned for hours, like he had been retained\\nTo do the grieving for lax relatives.\\nThis fellow did we watch, till finally\\nHe was borne senseless off. I think the knave\\nThe self-same man\\n151", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0173.jp2"}, "172": {"fulltext": "1Rinal o,\\nRinaldo. I care not for your labor\\nI pay but for result.\\nTake this I 11 settle with you afterward. \\\\^Gives a coin.\\nBoth. Our thanks, my lord.\\nRinaldo. What will you do with that\\nPietro. We 11 have a jolly swill.\\nRinaldo. A jolly swill\\nYou show your kinship to the lowest brutes\\nYou gorge upon your kind.\\nPietro. So do we all, my lord.\\nRinaldo. Yes, so we do.\\nWe who esteem ourselves as civilized\\nAre more depraved than the cannibals\\nThey man s unfeeling body do devour;\\nWe feed upon his hopes, his joys, his loves\\nWe feed upon his agonized soul.\\nCurst be the joy that takes its root in woe.\\nEnough Prepare the bodies in the tower\\nI shall be with you presently.\\nEnter Belcolore and Tommaso.\\nHow now\\nBelcolore. What does this mean\\nRinaldo. Softly our visitors.\\nBelcolore. These villains here\\n152", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0174.jp2"}, "173": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor ot iflorence.\\nRinaldo. No one is a villain, love,\\nWho, being nothing, nothing doth profess.\\nThese gentlemen are true philanthropists\\nThey take that only which we all discard.\\nBut since their presence gives you such offence\\n(As best oft best offends), they will withdraw.\\n[Motions to them to go exeunt Bruno and Pietro.\\nBelcolore. What does this passion mean\\nRinaldo. What passion mean\\nBelcolore. This reckless casting-off of friends.\\nRi7ialdo. Of friends\\nThere is no Croesus in the heart s domain\\nThat can afford to squander his humblest friend.\\nBelcolore. Then why do you play prodigal with\\nyours\\nHere is your noblest friend, who had been gone,\\nLeaving his vindication to slow time,\\nHad I not met him going, and prevailed\\nFor to atone, atonement must be prompt\\nNot after bitter years have gnawed the heart.\\nGive every accusation gainst him form\\nFor innocence has only that to fear\\nWhich is concealed in the accuser s breast,\\nOr given out too vague to meet disproof.\\nRinaldo. You are most eloquent. Were you a man,\\n153", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0175.jp2"}, "174": {"fulltext": "IRinalOo,\\nLearned in the law, and were suit gainst me brouglu,\\nYou should receive my present\\nTo enter an appearance, and to stand\\nMy friend throughout the cause.\\nBelcolore. You mock me, sir.\\nRinaldo. Not so true eloquence, like true religion,\\nCan not be mocked the fool that makes the attempt\\nMocks but the fool for reason, to a fool.\\nIs not a lucid substance, but reflects\\nA fool upon the fool. And thus we see\\nThe bigger fool, the more to make him laugh\\nNo fool so poor but that he keeps a fool\\nAnd so on till you tire. What do you wish\\nBelcolore. Your serious consideration, sir\\nFor, though your humor\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nRinaldo. Tempt me not with praise\\nLest, like a maid with an ear-fretting voice\\nWhom bored guests applaud, I sing again\\nAnd torture flatterers.\\nToTumaso. You wrong me, sir,\\nIn thought.\\nRinaldo. Treachery my heart s close confidant,\\nMy face, has been a tattler to the world.\\nTommaso. You wrong me most, in that you will not\\ngrant\\n154", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0176.jp2"}, "175": {"fulltext": "Ubc Doctor of jflorence.\\nA hearing to my plea, but hold me off\\nWith words whose pitch and flection me arraign,\\nYet whose sense makes defence impertinent.\\nRinaldo. You shall have open court\\nYea though you do contend ingratitude\\nThat gem of gems which stud the dome of heaven\\nAnd its opposing virtue that black crime\\nWhich crusts the roof of hell you shall be heard.\\nTotnmaso. Then let us sit and, like a worthy judge,\\nInclining neither way, still with a hope\\nThat the accused, perforce of truth, may win,\\nDo you preside.\\nRinaldo. My haunches long have ached\\nTo rest upon a seat of justice, sir.\\nThey sit down at a table.\\nTommaso. Before to trial we proceed, my lord,\\nTake we a social cup to warm our hearts.\\nRinaldo. Is it the custom of the bench\\nTommaso. It is.\\nRinaldo. It was the Frank s instruction to hold court\\nBefore he ate his dinner.\\nTommaso. T is night this, drink.\\nRinaldo. Your point sustained make every cup\\nappear\\nA welling spring an emblem of our mercy.\\n155", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0177.jp2"}, "176": {"fulltext": "1Rinalt)o,\\nTonmiaso. [Fours out the wine, a?id gives the poisoned\\ncup to Rinaldo.\\nHere s to the health of all\\nRinaldo. Stay They put down the cups.\\nThere is a maxim in the law\\n(I cannot the authority recall),\\nIn Latin, Cujus est divisio,\\nAlterius est electio, which rules\\nThat he who makes division chooses last.\\nThough here this maxim is, in spirit, null,\\nStill, for the reverence that I have for form,\\nI would have it observed. I this cup choose.\\n\\\\Takes Tommasd s cup.\\nExcuse me, lady in society\\nYour sex precedence has but not in law.\\nIt was decreed the court should stop its ears\\nTo such disturbers of the course of justice.\\nT is your choice next. You 11 keep the one you have?\\nSo be it then. I have made note, my lord.\\nThat the force of a law outlives its reason,\\nAs the bark of a nut survives its meat.\\nWhat else are legal fictions but the shells\\nOf ancient laws whose kernels are decayed\\nBut you grow pale at my wise showing come,\\nHere s to the health of all\\n156", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0178.jp2"}, "177": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of iflorence.\\nWhy do you hesitate the wine is good\\nT is Trebbiano, white and sweet as truth\\nThe toast, of your proposing,\\nTommaso. I am sick.\\nRinaldo. Then drink t will do you good.\\nTommaso. I must retire.\\nRinaldo. Fly your physician? by Galen s ghost\\nThough sage Bologna has not set her seal\\nTo attest me genuine, my deeds will vouch.\\nI do prescribe the wine.\\nBelcolore. Oh, let him go\\nRinaldo. {Drawing.\\nHere is a sword Sit where you are that might,\\nIn proper grasp, have Monteaperto won\\nYet, like a merchant s literary bent.\\nHas served to trip my heels. It may become\\nTommaso. My lord\\nRinaldo. Deception out the wine is poisoned\\nDrink or I 11 probe your breast to find your heart.\\nTommaso. Mercy I never did you such a wrong\\nRinaldo. No, no I am without the pale of wrong,\\nWhere injury is justice t is for her\\nTommaso. Your will was free you were as bad as I.\\nRinaldo. Worse Show me beguiled to think her\\nfalse\\nIS7", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0179.jp2"}, "178": {"fulltext": "lRinal Ot\\nDisclose a misled virtue in my acts\\nProve me your dupe, and all I have is yours.\\nWorse a thousand times but like two snakes\\nWith mortal stings sunk in each other s coils;\\nOr like two poisons whose antagonism\\nRobs both of lethal properties so we\\nI 11 be your antidote. Come, drink\\nTommaso. Have mercy\\nMercy I am unshriven, unabsolved\\nIf not my life, spare my immortal soul.\\nRinaldo. Your soul\\nCould you to your foul actions add one crime\\nThat would blow hotter hot damnation s fires,\\nI d let you live but no you re ripe for hell.\\nYou will not drink\\nTommaso. I drink I drink \\\\prinks. O God\\nI m lost help help murder\\nBelcolore. Help murder help\\n\\\\_Exeunt Tommaso and Belcolore.\\nEnter Servants.\\nRinaldo. You snails, you never crawled so fast before.\\nOut upon you begone [Exeunt Servants.\\nWould I had drunk the poison in his stead.\\nTo live for naught but living is to die\\n158", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0180.jp2"}, "179": {"fulltext": "Ube Boctor ot jflorence.\\nTo be to beauty blind, to music deaf,\\nTo fragrance smell -less, tasteless to the sweet,\\nAnd numb to pleasure s touch yet to exist\\nWith every sense to every pang alive.\\nWhy was I born my birth brought shame to her\\nThat bore me, and my life has been a curse\\nTo me and all I love. Why was I born\\nWhat had I prior to my being done,\\nThat I should be created as I am\\nAnd, if created so, then why so placed\\nThere are full many wretches worse than I,\\nMen that could murder and sleep soundly nights,\\nWho by their circumstances so are hedged.\\nThey cause but little pain while I, who have\\nThe elements of pity and remorse.\\nAm like a dread contagion that infects\\nThe wholesome air and chokes the graves with dead.\\nWill it be so hereafter Will the evil\\nThat is within me the virtue hold in thrall\\nMay not death be a crucible in which\\nThe most debasM soul is analyzed.\\nThe dross cast off, the divine components saved\\nNot damned in lump\\nEnter Andrea.\\nAndrea. Good master\\n159", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0181.jp2"}, "180": {"fulltext": "1Rinalt)o,\\nRinaldo. Well\\nAndrea. My lord has fallen down\\nGasping for breath\\nRinaldo. Well, better men than he\\nAre dying now. Andrea by my soul\\nIf still I have a soul I knew thee not.\\nOh, let me clasp thine honest hand in mine,\\nFor, since her spirit is above the clouds,\\nThere is no nobleness on earth but thine\\nThat is not hostile to me.\\nAndrea. By your leave,\\nI shall be always with you, master.\\nRinaldo. No\\nThy face thy dear, familiar face would be\\nA mirror for the past.\\nAndrea. Oh, let me stay\\nMy lady bade me promise when she died\\nThat I would ever serve and care for you.\\nRinaldo. Burst burst my breast, or I shall choke\\nAnd stay thou shalt, and be my guardian angel.\\nWe will together live, and keep a house\\nWhere hunger shall be fed, pain eased, shame pitied,\\nDespair to courage cheered where every one\\nThat wears the sable livery of grief.\\nBianco, Nero, Guelph, or Ghibelline,\\n1 60", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0182.jp2"}, "181": {"fulltext": "TTbe Doctor ot Florence.\\nShall find a sheltering home. In works humane,\\nThe Misericordia shall not outdo.\\nGo go our hospital prepare.\\nAndrea. As you direct, good master but I fear\\nThe Adimari will be here to-night\\nAnd very scant our means for a defence,\\nWith but two servants left the rest have gone\\nAnd say that you are mad.\\nRinaldo. They are not mad that say it. Let them\\ncome\\nHe that has nothing need not bolt his doors.\\nAndrea. You have your life, dear master, and your\\ngoods.\\nRinaldo. My life is ended, and\\nAndrea. What have you done?\\nRinaldo. Be not alarmed\\nI have not charged my conscience with that sin\\nWhich, bordering on death, perdition seals\\nI am unhurt.\\nAndrea. Then let lis fly from here.\\nRinaldo. I will not go why should I fly from them\\nDeath s but a gardener that lops off this life\\nAnd grafts the scion on immortal stock.\\nAndrea. O master\\nRinaldo. But I do not think they 11 come.\\nII i6i", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0183.jp2"}, "182": {"fulltext": "1Rtnalt)o,\\nHe was a man of such a doubtful end, [Bell heard.\\nHis house should me reward for giving him\\nA reputable close. But it is late\\nThe Abbey s bell is striking now to bed\\nThou art in need of rest. Thy body lags,\\nAnd, like a drooping comrade, would succumb\\nBut for thy mind s encouragement thine eyes\\nShow like two blood -streaked warriors they have fought\\nSo long with Sleep they can with honor yield.\\nGood-night, Andrea get thee to thy couch.\\nAndrea. And you will here remain\\nRinaldo. I have within my cranium an owl,\\nWhich blinks i the day, but steady sees at night\\nAnd I must gain more knowledge by my knife.\\nIf I would wrong not those that trust my skill.\\nAndrea. They will seek vengeance here.\\nRinaldo. Well, should they come,\\nStand not between they seek my life alone.\\nAfidrea. I fear not for myself.\\nRinaldo. I know thou dost not fear not then for\\none\\nThat craves what they would give him but they 11\\nnot.\\nThey will not come of that be thou assured.\\nAnd so good-night my faithful friend, good-night.\\n162", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0184.jp2"}, "183": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor of jflorence.\\nAndrea. Good-night, then, master.\\n\\\\Aside^ I 11 not sleep to-night;\\nThe Adimari surely will be here. \\\\Exit Andrea.\\nRinaldo. To feed the hungry and the naked clothe.\\nThe thought already on my judgment sours.\\nLike ill -digested food.\\nHow speedy, then, would the reality,\\nWith its attendant troubles, turn to bile\\nTo feed the hungry and the naked clothe.\\nWhy, t is to make of charity a post,\\nWhere every lousy vagabond may lean\\nAnd scratch his back to give in full to those\\nThat naught do merit, to atone to one\\nWho, all-deserving, nothing did receive.\\nHow quick a plan mocks its conception here,\\nAiid, by its self-destruction, adds a weight\\nTo the o er-burdened mind Exit.\\nScene II. House of Frederico Adimari.\\nKnocking. Enter two Servants,\\nFirst Servant. Hold up the light You waste the\\ndays the Lord has allotted you in belching and snoring.\\nHave I not told you that Death is the murderer and\\nSleep the robber of Life, and that Gluttony is the\\nabettor of both There be plenty of time hereafter,\\n163", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0185.jp2"}, "184": {"fulltext": "1Rtnal o,\\nGod willing, for sleeping. Had you been spryer, our\\nmaster would have made you keeper of his hawks he\\npromised me as much but you would make a better\\neater of his capons. [Knocking. Who s there?\\nWould I had been a capon.\\nSecond Servant. Alas, father, I should have eaten\\nyou.\\nFirst Servant. How could you have eaten me, you\\nsaucy loon, not being born Your victuals have ousted\\nyour wit.\\nSecond Servant. I do not, like pursy Age, carry my\\nwit in my belly, father.\\nFirst Servant. You will carry a welt elsewhere, if\\nyou are not careful. You are apt only in unfilial replies.\\n[Knodkifig.] Now don t stand gaping there, but go\\nand call my young lord. Give me the light.\\n[Exit Second Servant,\\nIt may be the Bordoni are in arms I 11 not unbolt\\nuntil I know more of our visitors. [Knocking.] Who s\\nthere\\nBelcolore. [From without.] Open in God s name,\\nopen\\nFirst Servant. A woman s voice some ruse of the\\nBordoni. No, my dear mistress I have been too long\\nin service you may rap till you peel your knuckles.\\n164", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0186.jp2"}, "185": {"fulltext": "Ube Doctor ot ^Florence.\\nBelcolore. [From zvithout7\\\\ Ho help help\\nFirst Servant. She 11 wake the whole street with\\nthis uproar.\\nEnter Riccardo and others with swords.\\nRiccardo. What is the matter?\\nFirst Servant. Some one is thumping on our door as\\nif it were a cheap virginal.\\nRiccardo. Why have you not opened it\\nFirst Servant. A trick of the Bordoni, may be.\\nRiccardo. I looked from the window it is only a\\nwoman draw the bolts. [Servant opens the door.\\nEnter Belcolore.\\nBelcolore. Where is Riccardo?\\nRiccardo. Here.\\nBelcolore. You ve heard the news\\nI see that you are weaponed. Cruel deed\\nLet our revenge be speedy as the drug\\nThat stopped his heart.\\nRiccardo. Who which how when and what\\nI nothing know, except this foolish man\\nMistook you for an enemy s decoy,\\nAnd roused us up. Perchance the doctor has,\\nBy blunder, swallowed his own medicine\\nJust ground for fear.\\n165", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0187.jp2"}, "186": {"fulltext": "IRinalDo,\\nBelcolore. No, no your cousin s murdered\\nRiccardo. By whom\\nBelcolore. My husband\\nRiccardo. My surmise was right,\\nSave in the man Tommaso must have been\\nSo very drunk, the cups revolved about.\\nEnter Frederico.\\nFrederico. What is it, son\\nRiccardo. Tommaso s killed.\\nFrederico. When? how?\\nBelcolore. To-night, by poison from my husband s\\nhand.\\nA cruel murder Haste he will escape.\\nRiccardo. \\\\To a Servant.\\nGo call our friends and relatives to arms\\nI 11 wait them here.\\nServant. I think they are alarmed. \\\\Exit Servant.\\nFrederico. Be not so rash t is best to let the law\\nTake its impartial course. \\\\To a Follower^ Go you\\nand tell\\nThe Gonfalonier or Priors the report\\nYou here have heard. \\\\Exit Follower.\\nRiccardo. That officer, with his\\nPlebeian company shall find that we\\n166", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0188.jp2"}, "187": {"fulltext": "XLbc H)octoc of jflorence.\\nHave made as thorough work as did our sires\\nAt Monte Croce. T would our name disgrace\\nTo have the meanest that doth bear it struck,\\nAnd not revenge the blow by steel, not law.\\nFrederico. For me, I Avould not my physician lose\\nFor fifty nephews of Tommaso s brand.\\nRiccardo. Your ailment, father, is within your head\\nAnd medicine, like water, runs down hill.\\nEnter Retainers.\\n\\\\To Belcolore. Is he prepared? How many followers?\\nBelcolore. His servants only.\\nRiccardo. Then we need not wait\\nThe coming of the rest.\\nBelcolore. Haste, gentlemen\\nI 11 lead you where he is. \\\\Exit Belcolore.\\nRiccardo. Attend with flambeaux\\nWe will a torch-light invitation bear\\nThis yEsculapius to sup to-night\\nWith Jupiter or Pluto. Follow me. \\\\Exetmt.\\nScene IH. A71 Apartment in Rinaldd s Tower. Tlie\\nBodies of the Hermit and Elena, Covered with\\nSheets, upon two Tables.\\nPresent Bruno and Pietro.\\nBnino. Now they are ready for Master Rinaldo.\\n167", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0189.jp2"}, "188": {"fulltext": "IRinalbo,\\nPietro. We should receive a double price for these\\nthey look as if they had died on the tables.\\nBruno. We shall, I warrant, be well paid.\\nPietro. We should be sure of that, did we take the\\nlocket from her neck.\\nBruno. I would not touch it, were it ten times its\\nworth, and ten times that. I dreamed that I took a\\nlocket from a corpse, and it destroyed all luck.\\nPietro. I am certain that it will charm.\\nBruno. You are\\nPietro. It will charm my gullet with the drinks that\\nit will buy. I 11 not leave it here. [Approaches the\\nbody. Did not her body move\\nBruno. No.\\nPietro. I swear I saw it move\\nBruno. Come, let us go. There is something wrong\\nwhen the dead moves uneasy and I d not meet Rinaldo\\nat this hour for he has lost his wit, and may be danger-\\nEnter Rinaldo with a light.\\nRinaldo. How the wind howls to-night\\nand moans\\nThrough the deserted ruins of my heart\\nThe rain falls chilling there no present joy,\\nNo recollection of a noble deed,\\n1 68\\n[Exeunt.\\nit sweeps", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0190.jp2"}, "189": {"fulltext": "Zbc Doctor of jflorence.\\nTo shut it out. Ay, whistle whistle whistle\\nOh how much misery can be pent up\\nIn a single human breast Poor, wretched girl.\\nHow lonely must thy loving heart have been\\nOn such a night as this in every gust\\nTo hear the wail of Memory and of Hope\\nTo know O God I must not think of her\\nFor these wild thoughts are cancers to my brain.\\nCourage let me but look upon the gloom,\\nAnd all its terrors vanish. \\\\Pulls aside the curtain..\\nNo star is out the misty vault appears\\nThe haze of distance. It is such a night\\nAs makes one feel heaven has cut earth adrift\\nAnd left her floating lone and desolate.\\n\\\\Dra ws the curtain to.\\nAway remorse and melancholy thoughts\\nAmbition, fiend thou st led me into hell,\\nMake me proof gainst its fires.\\n\\\\_Approaches the body of the Hermit.\\nThe knaves have done their well-paid duty well.\\nI charged them bring me subjects fresh from life\\nThat I the gaoler. Sorrow, might surprise\\nEre he discovered his prisoner had fled.\\nThe mysteries of life through death well, well\\nWhere are my knives\\n\\\\Takes a knife from a case, and tries the edge.\\n169", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0191.jp2"}, "190": {"fulltext": "lRinalt)o,\\nT is duller than remorse\\nYet keen enough peace, peace, I must to work.\\nThe mysteries of life through death Perhaps.\\n[^Draws the covering from the He7-mif s face.\\nGreat God you startled me, my aged friend\\nI scarce can breathe let me have air\\n\\\\^Tears ope7i his doublet.\\nSo thus it is we meet. What say you now\\nOf charity to man To him you gave\\nWhat he could ne er return, nor you regain\\nYour scanty share of life. Yea gave him all\\nTo minister to his pleasure yet for means\\nTo furnish wassail, he profanes your grave\\nAnd coins the body worn out in his service.\\nBehold your pupil one that owes you all\\nBehold him with the edged steel prepared\\nTo mutilate your corse.\\nNo, no, old master\\nNo I could not score the smallest vein.\\nThough it would trickle rubies not for life.\\nI have, I know, been cruel past expression\\nYet could the anguish of a soul with grief\\nFrom its conception nourished, twinned with shame\\nCould it to pity melt the wrath of heaven,\\nI might have hope of pardon. I have had\\nX70", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0192.jp2"}, "191": {"fulltext": "Zbc Doctor ot jflorence.\\nNo sentiment abiding known no joy\\nBut on the morrow sickened on my sight,\\nLike morning remnants of a night s carousal.\\nAlas I have been a benighted bark,\\nDriven here and there by warring elements.\\nWith nothing, nothing like the fixed star,\\nBy which to shape my course.\\nLook not so stem.\\nYou know my crime, but not my punishment.\\nCrazed by day at night, most penitent\\nInordinate passion and undue remorse\\nAlternately usurpers of my soul\\nMy sleep, the haunted forest of those ghouls.\\nThe creatures of a self-unpardoned sin.\\nWhich, in the ghastly pallor of our dreams,\\nPrey on the moving vitals of the mind.\\nNo peace no rest To wake to realize\\nThat at that very hour, at some set spot.\\nWhich an unbounded knowledge would disclose,\\nShe wept, or restless slept perhaps was dying\\nAnd then to have the wild resolve, which throbs\\nWith such remorseful pity and new love.\\nIt scarce can brook inaction till the dawn,\\nAt morning change to vacillating weakness.\\nTo rouse at last, urged by resistless impulse,\\n171", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0193.jp2"}, "192": {"fulltext": "1Rinalt)0,\\nAnd fall back shuddering at the cry, Too late\\nWere you my most malignant foe, old friend,\\nYou could but bid me live again the past.\\n\\\\_Draws the covering over the body.\\nThis has enerved me quite still will I seek,\\nIn unremitting work, relief. To work\\nThere is another body may it be\\nThe corpse of some unfeeling wretch, whose crimes\\nHave writ black records on his hellish visage\\nSome base adulterer some murderous fiend\\nlA bell tolls.\\nWhat bell is that? T is the Campana tolling.\\nWell, let them fight that love each other not\\nWage not a war where victory is defeat.\\n\\\\Is about to draw the covering from Elena s\\nbody, but stops.\\nHow strange I feel my knees with faintness ache\\nChill perspiration oozes from my scalp\\nI have within a yearning to cry out.\\nLike one that has his terror long contained,\\nTill that it painful swells and bursts in frenzy\\nYet what I dread I know not it is dead.\\nA thrill heroic through my system runs\\nCome, let me see your face\\n[Fulls the covering from her face.\\nElena O {Falls.\\n172", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0194.jp2"}, "193": {"fulltext": "Ubc 2)octot ot jflorence.\\n[An increasing noise outside is heard, and An-\\ndrea, with drawn sword, rushes in.\\nAndrea. Fly, master, fly the servants both are slain,\\nAnd I am wounded. You may yet escape\\nHe has gone I can a little stay them here,\\nAnd give him chance for flight.\\n\\\\_Bolts the door, and stands by it with sword\\nready.\\nThe one who is\\nMost eager in pursuit shall fall the first.\\n\\\\The door is burst open; Belcolore rushes in\\nAndrea stabs her Riccardo and others\\nof the Adimari, with torches and weapons,\\nenter.\\nRiccardo. Down with the dog\\n\\\\They fight Andrea is overpowered and held.\\nAndrea. Farewell, kind master fly\\nRiccardo. Seize on the murderer\\nFollower. He has escaped\\nRiccardo. I heard a voice this way hold, there he\\nlies\\nFollower. He is but feigning thrust him with your\\nsword.\\nRiccardo. [Stooping over Rinaldo.\\nI do not feel his heart beat. Ah he wakes\\n173", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0195.jp2"}, "194": {"fulltext": "IRinal^o, Ube 2)octot of jflorence.\\nRinaldo. [Partly rising. l Elena God mercy\\n[Dies.\\nRiccardo. Sheathe your swords,\\nGood gentlemen grim Death has interposed\\nHis shield invincible to earthly points.\\n174", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0196.jp2"}, "195": {"fulltext": "s\\nonnd0.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0197.jp2"}, "196": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0198.jp2"}, "197": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nCOUNTER MELODIES.\\nListen that southern strain which hovers still,\\nWith slumberous beat, upon the evening air\\nHath many comrade melodies more rare\\nThan it, their sweet-voiced leader tunes that trill\\nIn one tone-colored flock that waked would fill\\nThese hills with florid echoes everywhere\\nDoth vibrant nature kindred carols bear,\\nWhich, separate heard, seem weak and volatile.\\nThus, linked to memories is each soulful lay,\\nWhich, sounding singly, may inspire us not.\\nYet o er a minstrel have a wondrous sway.\\nAh, when at last the mounting mind is brought\\nTo one great concord in which all things play,\\nThe world dissolves, and self thins to a thought.\\n177", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0199.jp2"}, "198": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nA PARTING.\\nLove be the winged usurper of this hour\\nSee, Helen, how the harvest-moon doth rain\\nHer amorous beams upon the sleeping plain,\\nWhich mellows golden in the silvery shower.\\nAh, dearest, when we part the lives that flower\\nWith intertwined stems, t is hard to feign\\nThat frosty Sorrow is dethroned amain,\\nAnd feel no presage of his blasting power.\\nA sweet remembrance be this glassing stream\\nThat glides so swiftly to the heaving vast.\\nWhere thou wilt come and of thy lover dream,\\nThy widowed shadow on its waters cast\\nAnd these blue depths that nature s confine seem,\\nWith mirrored stars, shall memory the past.\\n178", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0200.jp2"}, "199": {"fulltext": "Sonnets*\\nTHE SIEGE OF MALAGA.\\nA Moslem sky, a crescent and one star,\\nThe star of love in twilight s violet hue.\\nYet ruddy combats rise in Fancy s view\\nTwixt Spanish sword and Moorish scimitar.\\nThe lombards roar, and catapults afar\\nSend globes of wildfire streaming from the blue\\nIn meteoric showers, which soon renew\\nThe gallant sallies and the shouts of war.\\nFair Malaga reduced behold the scene\\nTriumphal entry, gold from captives wrung,\\nA tilt of torture with bamboos made keen,\\nArabian maidens to her favorites flung\\nThrough courtly bounty of a Christian queen\\nAnd hark the Gloria in Excelsis sung.\\n179", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0201.jp2"}, "200": {"fulltext": "Sonnets,\\nTHE MOON S ECLIPSE.\\nThe wind blows softly neath a sky serene,\\nThe moon with greenish circles glides as slow\\nAs this calm river that doth seaward flow\\nLike sorrow stilled by music now is seen\\nA shadow creeping o er Diana s sheen,\\nThen changing colors till of copperish glow,\\nAs though Apollo his sweet voice did throw\\nThrough filmy disk upon a silvery screen.\\nThe silent moments trip as beauteous dreams,\\nA crescent soon begins the woods to lave,\\nAnd then the orb in rounded splendor gleams\\nThe nymph is slipping to a watery grave,\\nBut on the morrow, with celestial beams,\\nShe will rise dripping from the eastern wave.\\ni8o", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0202.jp2"}, "201": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nTHE LOON.\\nUngainly bird when limping on the land,\\nOr when aerial flirts thy pinions dare\\nThy puny vans were never made to bear\\nA flight fantastic, nor thy legs to stand\\nIn upright posture on the unyielding strand.\\nCold-nurtured, thou dost fly the summer s glare\\nWild are thy notes that pierce the darkened air.\\nAnd trumpet an approaching storm at hand.\\nYet art thou beautiful when seen at rest\\nOn dreamy billow chanting thy low croon\\nOr swimming swift or diving neath the crest\\nOf some wild wave, and reappearing soon.\\nThy black wings folded by thy snowy breast\\nWisely enjoying nature s single boon.\\ni8i", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0203.jp2"}, "202": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nSLAVES OF THE LAMP.\\nEnchanted lamp toward whose alluring light\\nA miller-moth is flying from the gloom\\nThat drapes a corner of this cheerless room.\\nWhy sear the wings inspired by thee to flight\\nThis moth may be the ghost of some afrite\\nThat, wanning, labored in thy lethal fume\\nTo gem those numbered windows which illume\\nThought s wondrous palace builded in the night.\\nWhat meed in death have genii of the brain\\nThose homeless palace -builders? Tirelessly\\nTime hurls his legions gainst their works in vain,\\nAnd they, dear sprites, can ne er returning see\\nHow well they wrought, nor ever serve again\\nThat mighty bird the roc of poetry.\\n182", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0204.jp2"}, "203": {"fulltext": "Sonnets^\\nTHE KNIGHT OF THE BROKEN LANCE.\\nT is bold to battle in the lists of Fate\\nWhere our defeat is certain when the blood\\nFlows through its channels in rebellious flood,\\nAnd every passion, scorning to berate.\\nAppeals to arms gainst wrongs predestinate,\\nT is then, with lance in rest for fated good,\\nI spur upon a champion ne er withstood.\\nAnd wounded fall, gasping unconquered hate.\\nThere is a gulf between us, dearest heart.\\nNo earthly bridge can arch yet when my fears\\nInspire abandon and a flight to art,\\nThe iridescent span of song appears,\\nBorn of the love-light shining through my tears,\\nO er which winged messengers like this can dart.\\n183", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0205.jp2"}, "204": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nDOTAGE.\\nHow loath are we, when life is nearly sped.\\nTo sit us down in patience, and to feel\\nThat Fortune stands upon a moveless wheel\\nAmbition quick, and vigor all but dead,\\nTo arms the cry, with every vassal fled.\\nSharp are the pangs for sin or erring zeal\\nIn weakness, not in suppliant strength, we kneel,\\nAnd vengeance falls on an unhelmed head.\\nWe know not sorrow till we have a past,\\nNor deep despair till nothing can assuage,\\nNor chill, nor misery till we feel the blast\\nOf thanklessness, then impotence of rage\\nAnd of all the follies, that of sickliest cast\\nIs our self-love, the last amour of age.\\n184", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0206.jp2"}, "205": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nA COLONIAL MANOR.\\nA grand old mansion with an air devout\\nHow thick the trees by fragrant lawn s decline\\nAnd what a picture are the lowing kine,\\nKnee-deep in stream where dart the speckled trout.\\nIt seems, with mind enfreed from needy doubt\\nAnd girt with beauties that each thought refine,\\nThat we could write full many a noble line\\nThe world would read until its lamp went out.\\nWealth never will be ours why joy resign\\nThese fields where rosy husbandry doth ply.\\nThis park where sylvan pleasure dreams supine.\\nYea, this embowering, autumn-tinted sky,\\nWe hold, my comrade, as estate divine.\\nThrough the spirit tenure of a poet s eye.\\n185", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0207.jp2"}, "206": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nA PRAYER.\\nFather, I pray to thee for strength, not light\\nLife s earthly path appears illumined to me,\\nThough birth and death are dark with mystery.\\nThou know St how often through the memoried night\\nTears streaked with blood dim my bereaved sight\\nFor one that is no more how sad to be\\nLike mateless bird above the moaning sea.\\nWith wounded wing, in slowly drooping flight.\\nO make my spirit like this autumn day,\\nWhen earth seems friendly with the doming sky,\\nThat these care-fingered locks may fade to gray\\nAs these trees change, and, changing, beautify\\nThat as these maple leaves, which rustling pay\\nA golden debt to nature, I may die.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0208.jp2"}, "207": {"fulltext": "Sonnets,\\nA MOONLIGHT RIDE.\\nLike guide-posts standing where the roads divide,\\nThese lines will point our musings when astray\\nTo sweet companionship the mist that lay,\\nA veil enhancing, o er the lowlands wide,\\nThe rush-lit cots where museless rustics bide,\\nThe smooth, white road that seemed to slip away.\\nThe scent of cattle and of fresh -mown hay\\nAll thrill my sense as on that silvered ride.\\nHark to the humble minstrels hid from sight\\nAnd note the softened gray of that huge boulder\\nSloping to this calm lake, half shade, half light\\nDraw closer, love the air is growing colder.\\nAnd I by touch our spirits would unite.\\nFor mine, dear maid, is many cares the older.\\n187", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0209.jp2"}, "208": {"fulltext": "Sonnets,\\nKNIGHTS OF THE TEMPLE.\\nBrothers-in-arms what emblem on our shield\\nWill blazon fellowship We know each eye\\nIn wasting siege, not when it flashes high\\nThrough visor bars upon some desperate field.\\nHave care, bold knight, ere you in combat wield\\nThe vengeful sword, lest flushed with victory\\nYou loose his helmet thongs, and blanching see\\nOne of your Order with his brave eyes sealed.\\nWar not with one that wears the woeful cross\\nWhile sacred tombs by Saracens are trod,\\nWho shout for Islam and its crescent toss.\\nSound trumpet break them with an iron rod\\nGainst Moslem foes a death is glorious loss\\nLaissez aller It is the will of God", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0210.jp2"}, "209": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nSHELL BEACH.\\nBehold a world of wonders to explore\\nThis shell whose builder long hath passed away,\\nHeld to thine ear, oft breathes a mournful lay,\\nLike winds round ancient ruins covered o er\\nWith creeping mystery now the distant roar\\nHails from a realm where nymphs in azure play\\nOn wild sea-waves, like rainbow-tinted spray\\nThat sweeps those billows bursting on the shore.\\nThou dost not dream the depth from which arise\\nThe sounding shells of song upcast by thought,\\nNor deem their murmurs, soft as summer sighs,\\nThe deep-sea echoes of a soul distraught\\nYet, sweet, I would not change those glancing eyes\\nThat seek for love and, finding, seek for naught.\\n189", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0211.jp2"}, "210": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nA MOONLIGHT WALK.\\nThe frogs and crickets sound as in a dream,\\nAnd near a boat-house on the river s shore,\\nAs darkly closed as though Death walked before,\\nI watch the moon s reflection in the stream\\nA plastic globe a-heaving lights that gleam\\nAlong a drive sink shafts like burnished ore\\nIn waters that by western bank are hoar,\\nAnd, though in summer, partly frozen seem.\\nOn through the arch of rock and round a bend\\nTill startled by where are you going, sir?\\nI tell the guard an aimless course I wend,\\nThen onward rove, inhaling fragrant air.\\nStriving with nature every thought to blend.\\nYet haunted by a ghostly whisper where\\n190", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0212.jp2"}, "211": {"fulltext": "Sonnets*\\nTHE DESERT.\\nA hot film trembles o er the glistening plain,\\nAnd from the pulsing heat mirages rise\\nDark forests, bluish lakes, and cooling skies\\nLike ghosts of subjects by a tyrant slain.\\nThe camels groan the sweltering Bedouins drain\\nThe bitter water-skins, and shroud their eyes\\nWith white bernouse, but vain is every guise\\nLife seems an alien through the Sun s domain.\\nOne streamy vale each palmer long foresees.\\nWith rainbow-tinted peaks on either side\\nWhere plumed birds attune to odorous breeze.\\nAnd oleanders bloom in crimson pride\\nBy olive groves and manna-dropping trees\\nHow far to Wady Musa, Arab guide\\n191", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0213.jp2"}, "212": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nTHE POET.\\nThe poet hath a power divinely great\\nHe stretches forth his hand, the wind doth blow\\nAnd leave a pathway through a sea of woe\\nHe leads from bondage those enslaved by Fate,\\nAnd with love s branches sweetens bitter hate;\\nHe gently smites the stony heart, and lo\\nThe tears of pity and of mercy flow,\\nAs gushed the waters when with rod irate\\nThe prophet smote the rock. Inspired Right,\\nIf he doth raise his arms, makes Error fly\\nAnd on the summit of his art, where light\\nEternal shines. Divinity draws nigh.\\nThough passion stay his entrance, from the height\\nA land of promise spreads beneath his eye.\\n192", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0214.jp2"}, "213": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nA NIGHT S CAROUSAL.\\nRich as the spring of sparkles in the wine,\\nHis ravished mind with bubbling fancy teems\\nFancy that poured in crystal verse redeems\\nA youth mislived and spirits life s decline.\\nThen final bubbles burst, and welling brine\\nRolls down his pallid cheeks in maudlin streams\\nFrom sober eyes that note the mirrored gleams\\nOf struggling reason till themselves repine.\\nHis powers are swooning, when with sudden heat\\nHe waves adieu to friends that held aloof\\nWhen timely coming would have checked defeat\\nAnd as he leaves that soul-deluding roof\\nHe hears a wagon rumbling through the street,\\nAnd feels the fresh gray morning s chill reproof.\\n13 193", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0215.jp2"}, "214": {"fulltext": "Sonnets*\\nA DREAM.\\nWhat words can move like relics of the dead\\nI dreamed I stood within a scanty room,\\nSo dark that first was seen a chilling gloom\\nWhich gathered into objects life had fled.\\nYet books and papers, in confusion spread.\\nAnd that last song revealed a living tomb\\nWhere bitter-sweets of fancy late did bloom\\nImpartial flowers ^and slimy sorrows bred.\\nMethought the eye beheld on further look\\nA chair with waiting arms, a likeness sweet,\\nThe markers left within a favorite book,\\nThe half-worn shoes that cased those weary feet\\nAnd then I woke, for gusts my window shook.\\nAnd on the panes I heard the wintry sleet.\\n194", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0216.jp2"}, "215": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nA SQUALL.\\nThe lumbering billows sprawl upon the sand\\nThe prickly boughs of yonder scrubby trees\\nScarce stir beneath the salt, marsh-scented breeze\\nThat steals like light across the level land.\\nA rumble in the West dun sheets expand\\nCracked by the zigzag lightning, and one sees\\nMiltonic skirmish o er the distant leas\\nThen seaward roll the clouds in threatful band.\\nO er creeks and bending reed-grass sweeps the blast,\\nO er dwarfish pines that wave their arms in glee,\\nO er silvered shore, and smites the surges last\\nThat show like smoking ruins of the sea.\\nNow fall the quickening rain-drops, and the scene\\nFades as a picture from a magic screen.\\n195", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0217.jp2"}, "216": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nLIKE THAT STRANGE BIRD.\\nLike that strange bird in wild, untimely flight.\\nNow darting like a shadow o er the moon.\\nMy Fancy fain would fly but oversoon\\nT would leave the happy range of girlish sight,\\nMore lonely since unseen. This bounteous light\\nGives every needy thing a silver boon\\nAnd makes it rich in beauty surely Noon\\nIs masking in the mantle of the Night.\\nHow like thy lover doth this willow seem\\nWhile scented breeze and crickets charm the lea,\\nBehold he fondles the responsive stream\\nThat glorifies his image when winds are free\\nHe sighing wakes from love s exalting dream,\\nAnd frets her breast with spiteful gayety.\\n196", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0218.jp2"}, "217": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nRETROSPECTION.\\nWhen musing on the verses I have penned,\\nLike thoughtful mother o er a sleeping child\\nThat by some barren neighbor is reviled\\nAs one that ne er can win the world s commend,\\nThen do the lines disclose a restless trend,\\nA touch too much of hate, a stroke too wild\\nThat shows a spirit still unreconciled\\nTo starless darkness after life s strange end.\\nYet, like a mother proud of that sad face.\\nEndeared forever through maternal pains\\nAnd those sweet sins of youth, I calmly trace\\nA stream of love that swells in icy chains,\\nA growing power, a sweep of subtile grace,\\nAnd biding trust o er fitful doubting reigns.\\n197", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0219.jp2"}, "218": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nAPPLE BLOSSOMS.\\nWell I recall the sunset of that day\\nIt seemed God s masterpiece So heedlessly\\nYou brake these blossoms from the mother tree,\\nBut soon with girlish tenderness did say\\nYou had fordone their purpose then in play\\nBade me embalm them in some elegy\\nAnd now I write what you can never see,\\nA wail for your young life which passed away.\\nIts mission incomplete. Ah, faded flowers,\\nThough scarce a trace of beauty you preserve,\\nAnd have no fragrance save of happy hours.\\nNo dewy drops but tears that me unnerve,\\nYour death atoned for waste of fruitful powers\\nIt thrilled a soul the angels love to serve.\\n198", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0220.jp2"}, "219": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nPIKE S PEAK.\\nWhat Manitou ruled upon this awful height,\\nWith bludgeon armed, in grizzly skins arrayed,\\nWhen classic Jove his trinal empire swayed\\nFrom Mount Olympus Sing the ears in fright,\\nThe heart throbs wildly, and the reeling sight,\\nAllured to fatal leap, averts dismayed.\\nO ever thus the mortals that invade\\nThe ether of the gods shall feel its blight.\\nTis hailing on the peak, yet far below\\nThe sunny prairie spreads to deepening blue\\nCold gleam the seven lakes on south plateau.\\nAnd westward, through a shower of purple hue,\\nIn snowy range the sunlit mountains glow.\\nWho would not brave the gods for such a view\\n199", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0221.jp2"}, "220": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nUNUTTERABLE THOUGHTS.\\nCould I unutterable thoughts give speech\\nThe passion, the unspeakable unrest\\nThat ofttimes surge within my throbbing breast,\\nAnd twixt my heart and action wash a breach,\\nWhat rage, what struggles would the telling teach\\nO for the power to word my feelings blest\\nThe great salt sea of pity all that s best\\nWithin my nature swelling o er its beach.\\nAlas the deepest thoughts that mortals know\\nAre past their utterance or their control\\nLike mighty oceans do they ebb and flow,\\nAnd in contented bosoms placid roll,\\nOr, their strong tides by adverse winds of woe\\nRoused into fury, burst upon the soul", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0222.jp2"}, "221": {"fulltext": "Sonnets,\\nFAME.\\nWhat matter if no living soul be stirred\\nBy aught these artful cells of verse contain?\\nThe rhythmic clanking of a minstrel s chain,\\nThe outcast years that huddle in each word.\\nThe breathing present will be sepulchred,\\nAnd from these tower walls deviced with pain,\\nA voice, unheeded through a jealous reign,\\nIn Time s impartial session shall be heard.\\nPah why should Fancy feed on juiceless lies?\\nCome, Fame, when life in spicy breeze can scud\\nPast singing islands, under amorous skies\\nFor who, to drift upon a century s flood\\nThat will its own song-laden barks disprize.\\nWould sit in hell and dip his pen in blood", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0223.jp2"}, "222": {"fulltext": "Sonnets*\\nWESTMINSTER ABBEY\\nBehold the mightiest mortals mouldering here!\\nDoth not from Gothic arch appall the sight,\\nBut quavers in the window -hallowed light\\nAs if Death whispered it the thought austere\\nChills earthly pride to spiritual fear,\\nAs when we read, with musing recondite,\\nThe silver-ciphered, sapphire page of night,\\nAnd weigh the import of our own career.\\nO God, this thrill our vision doth expand,\\nAs sunshine o er the clouded ocean flies.\\nAnd, for a glance, we seem to understand\\nThe countless mysteries of earth and skies,\\nAs though some healing, supernatural hand\\nThe second time had stroked our puzzled eyes.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0224.jp2"}, "223": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nTO KATHLEEN.\\nLove s mighty passion hath usurped my brain,\\nAnd struggles for expression, like a soul\\nThat would Life s liberator. Death, control\\nAnd rove encumbered with a fleshly chain.\\nTo-night my swelling bosom words profane.\\nFor moonlight streams upon a distant shoal,\\nAnd on the beach the bursting billows roll\\nA changeless yet an ever fresh refrain.\\nThou sweet, immortal melody of love.\\nWith sorrows of a vanished minstrel fraught,\\nHow vacant thy recurring measures prove\\nO sea O moon O stars O heart distraught\\nChild-like, I can but name the things that move,\\nAnd leave the intervals to silent thought.\\n203", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0225.jp2"}, "224": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nA SINKING SHIP.\\nUpon a rescuing vessel s bridge I creep,\\nAnd see my own ship in mid-channel sink\\nThe stern first settles like a sandy brink,\\nThen o er the fires the briny waters sweep,\\nAnd in a shroud of steam the bow doth leap\\nSkyward, and disappears from eyes I shrink,\\nEyes kind and yet unloving O to think\\nThe hoard of youth lies buried in the deep\\nDear friend, I know all you would tell me all\\nHow vain it is to feel so lone and wild.\\nHow weak before an earthly blow to fall\\nWithin there is a priest, by naught beguiled.\\nWho censures me in terms that oft appall,\\nAnd smiles at times as on a wayward child.\\n204", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0226.jp2"}, "225": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nPOVERTY BEACH.\\nAlone at night within a maze of creeks\\nIn vain I scull with phosphorescent oar.\\nOft blenching at the nearing ocean s roar,\\nWhile swarms of insects flesh their pestering beaks.\\nA light revolving casts long guiding streaks,\\nBut, ah between are cuts and reedy shore j\\nI rise and peer as I have peered before,\\nThen, sitting, rest the worn-out bottom leaks.\\nWell, should I drift into those beryl roads.\\nIt would a lesson to landlubbers teach\\nMy pondering head upon my bosom nods\\nLike over-burdened bow. I know this reach\\nIt leads to welcome in those dear abodes.\\nBut languor bids me sleep upon this beach.\\n205", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0227.jp2"}, "226": {"fulltext": "Sonnets,\\nTO AN APE.\\nHallo, ape why dost thou grin at me\\nAs though suppressing philosophic mirth\\nArt thou so vain of thy illustrious birth,\\nThou hairy limb of my ancestral tree\\nThat those were nobler times I must agree\\nThose frolic days when monkeys manned the earth,\\nWhen nature s creamy brew gave bibbers girth,\\nAnd bondless love begat posterity.\\nI, too, with plaguing vermin do contend.\\nMy itchy friend I, too, have learned distrust,\\nYet on a pleasure-bounty must depend\\nInto iron cages we have both been thrust,\\nWhere we can climb and chatter till the end\\nWe shall be one, proud ape, when we are dust.\\n206", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0228.jp2"}, "227": {"fulltext": "Sonnets*\\nA SUNSET.\\nAnother day is closing, gray and cold,\\nAnd ghostly mists are gathering on the lakes,\\nWhen lo the splendor of a sunset breaks,\\nLike sudden joy upon a sorrow old.\\nAs in some gleaming cave of magic mould,\\nWhere rays unearthly shone on aureate leaks,\\nBehold, illumed by slant Promethean streaks,\\nA vault of sapphire dripping with living gold.\\nThe east, alas unfolds a sombre view\\nNor doth a promise greet the questioning sight\\nThe rolling vapors veil the orient blue.\\nAnd catch no glory from the western light.\\nO will they, changing, ever change their hue\\nCourage, my east-bound soul t will soon be night.\\n207", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0229.jp2"}, "228": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nA SAIL ON A SUMMER SEA,\\nThe joys of daylight perish in the night\\nLike sweet ephemeral flowers O Fancy, keep\\nA scene on sunlit waters as they sweep\\nApast a phantom prow, where near a sprite\\nThere lolls a swarthy slave, whose roving sight,\\nLike sacred dove above the leafless deep.\\nReturns to her as though for restful sleep,\\nAnd on her jeweled finger first doth light.\\nE en as I muse, deep choral strains arise\\nThat seem a dirge for that brief summer day.\\nWhile through the briny mists of memory play\\nThose gray sea-cities, snowy sails, blue skies.\\nThe soulful lustre of those dark-brown eyes\\nThat from my dreams shall never fade away.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0230.jp2"}, "229": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nCARPE DIEM.\\nWhat joy compares with joy of giving joy\\nTo see the sunshine of a pleasure scour,\\nAs in a Tuscan May-day s morning hour,\\nO er tear-tired features, as of old so coy;\\nTo note the wilHng fingers as they toy\\nWith token sweet, and hear in grateful shower\\nThat from life s lowlands you have plucked a flower\\nLove on his crimson banner shall employ.\\nO would the past were not an iron tome.\\nThat I could rip some unkind pages out,\\nAnd write them tender ^but the lips are dumb\\nThat quivered at each evanescent flout.\\nThe eyes are to lo dolce lome numb\\nThat scanned my April face with anxious doubt.\\n209", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0231.jp2"}, "230": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nNEWPORT AT NOON.\\nThe sunbeams glinted from empurpled cloak,\\nLike burning glances from a mantled love\\nA wind blew seaward, and loose sand above\\nSwept down the hardened beach in lines of smoke\\nWith misted edge the claret billows broke,\\nSpilled on the marbled ebb, and spreading drove\\nThe piping snipe that on the wave-ware throve\\nToward carrion crow, which rose with boding croak.\\nOn shadowed waters lit with streaks of green\\nAnd fringed around the cliffs with breakers hoar,\\nA cutter, keeling in each gust, was seen\\nWhile through impenetrable blue there wore.\\nFrom straining eyes, a spectral ship serene\\nOn a landless voyage to an alien shore.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0232.jp2"}, "231": {"fulltext": "Sonnets,\\nTO WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.\\nWhen that gaunt spectre born of rue and fear\\nStands at my elbow as if rooted fast,\\nAnd points a bony finger at the past\\nWhile scowling on the future with a leer,\\nThen shows thy spirit from that dreamy sphere.\\nWhere thou, calm dreamer, in thy dreams shalt last\\nTo play the seer in Fancy s phantom cast,\\nAnd lo the grisly shape doth disappear.\\nSweeter than nature is thy lucid rhyme\\nReflecting nature s image and thine own\\nA gentle actor in life s tragic mime.\\nYet when the clock s reverberating tone\\nRecalls thy summons and the rust of time,\\nThe vision melteth, and I muse alone.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0233.jp2"}, "232": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nTO A FRIEND.\\nT is true my verse is sad for when I write\\nA shadow dusks the page, and memory hears\\nThe dearest voice that ever thrilled my ears\\nO friend thy soul hath never known such blight.\\nHow sweetly dawns this morning in the night\\nAs from the deep the clear full -moon appears\\nMy sun hath set for aye, yet from these tears\\nAn orb may rise that shines with chastened light.\\nThou shouldst have seen us under youthful skies\\nLike knights with golden spurs we songful sped\\nThrough brush and flood to warlike enterprise\\nBut now alone life s thorny path I tread,\\nMy heart is white from bleeding, and these eyes\\nOft glance expectant for a comrade dead", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0234.jp2"}, "233": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nA COOL WAVE.\\nThree clouds like fleeces spread upon the sky\\nAre they the harbingers of promised wind\\nThat from heat s thraldom will enfree the mind,\\nWhile heaves the bosom with a grateful sigh\\nAh, yes as westward turns the feverish eye,\\nCool breezes blow, and drooping thought unbind,\\nLike Christian lances that a comrade find\\nIn Moslem bondage praying he may die.\\nSo sweeps an act of kindness o er despair.\\nReviving courage, like some martial song,\\nIn one that roams the flowerless realms of care\\nOne that hath sweated under burning wrong.\\nHath worn alms-garments made of lip -spun air,\\nAnd fed upon good wishes for so long.\\n213", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0235.jp2"}, "234": {"fulltext": "Sonnets,\\nTHE INNER FRIEND.\\nHe thought of all his friendships in the past\\nLike dreams they were, from which a sleeper wakes\\nWhen o er the roofs a dreaded morning breaks\\nLike white cloud-temples ruined by a blast\\nOf his eager search for one that doth outlast\\nLife s wintry change of season where each takes\\nNo more than he would give, and laughing stakes\\nAll for his friend on Fortune s doubtful cast.\\nAnd as he pondered what himself had been,\\nHe felt his breast with conscious power distend,\\nAnd then he seemed to hear a voice serene.\\nAs from the trusty lips of some strong friend\\nI have upborne you through each tragic scene.\\nFear not I shall upbear you to the end.\\n214", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0236.jp2"}, "235": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nA FIRESIDE MUSING.\\nFlorence it seems as though by Love s decree\\nThou and that city should be called the same\\nThe fair Florentia dowered with Dante s fame,\\nThe Arno s bride that ruled wild Tuscany.\\nT was there my youthful Fancy bore to me\\nIts first, its dearest child and at the name\\nMy crackling spirits burst into a flame\\nThat fronts with gold these midnight dreams of thee.\\nThe flower that symbols innocence and grace\\nGave to the Queen of Art her christening.\\nAnd on her crimson shield assumed its place\\nThat lily, love, doth mystic fragrance fling,\\nAnd o er these ruddy embers floats thy face\\nAs white as winter and as sweet as spring.\\n215", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0237.jp2"}, "236": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nAD PATRIAM.\\nMy country, thou hast never seemed to me,\\nThy restless son, a mother overkind\\nAlone I bore child-fevers of the mind,\\nNor ever dreamed that I should owe to thee\\nThe first sweet words of cheer. I still foresee\\nA sickening voyage gainst a heading wind,\\nAnd that late landing on thy shores embrined\\nWhen they are dead whose welcome prized would be.\\nNor deemed I thou wert dear to me, my land\\nBut when, returning on a darkened sea,\\nI saw Fire Island blazing like a brand,\\nWhile signal rockets, whizzing from our lee,\\nBurst into stars I blessed thy homely strand.\\nAnd knew my heart was thine immutably.\\n2l6", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0238.jp2"}, "237": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nTHE UNDER LAND.\\nChief Opaleeta, who at first seemed drowned,\\nTold of a Land beneath Lacombe s expanse,\\nWhere stars to the swing of summer breezes dance,\\nAnd golden flowers and gorgeous birds abound\\nWhere souls at sunset, on the wigwam ground\\nNear streams of honey hallowed by romance,\\nSing songs of love s and life s deliverance\\nWhere air is food, where rest heart-rest is found.\\nO love were this sweet Indian legend true,\\nI d clasp thee to my troubled breast, and leap\\nInto this blissful lake of spangled blue\\nThis world of watery light and sinking deep\\nBeneath the waves that gin to blur the view.\\nAvoid the marge lest friends disturb our sleep.\\n217", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0239.jp2"}, "238": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nA BEECH-TREE.\\nSweet Quakeress of the forest, near to thee\\nAre a ghostly sycamore, a lordly pine,\\nA boorish oak enriched with golden vine\\nAnd one stiff lover from far Lombardy.\\nYet mingling branches with thine own too free.\\nAs by some nature-meddling god s design\\nThat beauty shall with ugliness entwine.\\nThere stands a stunted, sour crab apple tree.\\nHelen, the flowering ground of wealth is thine,\\nAnd heaven s favorites of high degree\\nCrowd round thee for a glance of love divine\\nFrom eyes that never glassed a misery\\nSave when they gazed with tenderness in mine\\nWhy, dearest, waste thy witchery on me\\n218", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0240.jp2"}, "239": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nPARRHASIUS.\\nStill showeth through the veil of ages sped\\nA dark-haired Greek, with fire-dilating eyes,\\nPainting a fettered god, while near him lies\\nA tortured slave from whom life s friend hath fled.\\nOne strong convulsion then a gush of red\\nQuick o er the pale the crimsoned pencil flies\\nStaining the canvas with immortal dyes.\\nThen rattling falls the tortured slave is dead.\\nThere is a painter in the poet s brain\\nThat limns his soul, a captive on the rack\\nWrithing at moments in Promethean pain.\\nPaint on a bosomed grief one heart doth crack.\\nWhilst anguish bodied breaketh many a chain.\\nAnd warneth mortals from the Titan s track.\\n219", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0241.jp2"}, "240": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nSMILES AND TEARS.\\nLaugh, lady, laugh my love you cannot chill,\\nThough no responsive flushes meet its view\\nA mountain lily fresh with morning dew\\nBears sweetest thoughts, yet feels no mother thrill.\\nThen, Odin-like, lest Reason s eye work ill,\\nI 11 cast it in the depths of dreams untrue\\nTo dim its lustre, and Love s orb renew\\nWith waters palmed from Fancy s healing rill.\\nYou lack in warmth then you in warmth I vest\\nBy feigning you so robed in such dear tasks\\nAn alchemist finds the fabled alkahest\\nThat solves the real and all that beauty asks,\\nOr doth require nay, love, I do but jest\\nThat tear upon your cheek my heart unmasks.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0242.jp2"}, "241": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nMY THEATRE.\\nA sterling play, perhaps, yet I 11 not go\\nThis antique fireplace be my mimic stage,\\nThese flames my actors see them fret and rage\\nLike fiery youths that feel the draught of woe.\\nAlone one brilliant blaze falls quickly low,\\nAnd fitful dies alas, sweet personage.\\nThe glowing future that thou didst presage\\nNone save myself will even care to know.\\nO that white face time never will restore\\nO scenes of childhood rising but to blight\\nO death a voice comes from the open door,\\nYou should have gone, the comedy was bright,\\nAnd laughter wept that she could laugh no more\\nWhat had you on? A tragedy to-night.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0243.jp2"}, "242": {"fulltext": "Sonnets*\\nUNDER THE STARS.\\nHow many nights like this have rolled away\\nPeopled with thoughts like ours, and left behind\\nNo footprints no rude record to remind\\nOur wandering souls of souls erstwhile astray\\nFair youth, like yon thin cloud of lightest gray\\nGainst which that aged pine is sharply lined,\\nSteals heedless off before the gentlest wind\\nAnd dreams, like stars, dissolve at touch of day.\\nOld musings, love bedewed with primal tears.\\nAnd full of awe as ebon rosary found\\nIn some long-vacant cell. Perchance in years\\nTwo lovers on the same vague journey bound\\nMay in this humble carving read their fears,\\nAnd learn that lovers dead once trod this ground.", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0244.jp2"}, "243": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nTHE STREETS AT MIDNIGHT.\\nRank vapors from the steaming earth arise,\\nAnd swiftly past the laboring moon are blown.\\nWhich, like a bauble in the rapids thrown,\\nGleams bright, then sinks into the whitened skies.\\nBeneath the brilliant lamplight one descries\\nA cat with fiery eyeballs limping down.\\nAnd then a slattern woman of the town.\\nPoor soul not lust but hunger in her eyes.\\nO friend, if you have never roamed the street.\\nAware your burdens must with years accrue.\\nYet suffering for each suffering thing you meet\\nIf you have never starward raised your view,\\nFate questioning, and read your life s defeat,\\nTurn o er the page it was not writ for you.\\n223", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0245.jp2"}, "244": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nTHE LOVE CHASE.\\nThe sun hangs low and golden in the west,\\nAnd look the hunter s moon is rising white,\\nLike an anxious face pursuing flying light,\\nWhile round her love the fickle clouds seem blest.\\nHers is a hopeless though determined quest.\\nAnd that east storm will overtake her flight\\nEre she hath trolled the concave of the night\\nAnd urged into the waves for mythic rest.\\nNo omen this, my love for we shall tread\\nLong sunlit stretches through the realms of art,\\nAnd silvered pathways when our youth is fled\\nNo heavenly law doth hold our souls apart.\\nNor need that destined darkness near with dread-\\nHe fears not Nature s frown that knows her heart.\\n224", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0246.jp2"}, "245": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nTO A MARIGOLD.\\nDear love-child of the earth and lustful sun,\\nThy scent revives the dreams of dewy years\\nUndarkened by death s shadow. When all fears\\nFor high ambition and for loved ones gone\\nDissolve in the silence of a world undone,\\nThy beauteous kindred on unnumbered spheres\\nWill filigree the green by crystal meres\\nVoluptuous flowers ere mortals are begun.\\nLike sunburnt lass from poet s fancy sprung,\\nThou seem st to echo in responsive strain\\nThe silent voice that speaks a lieless tongue.\\nHow sweet to be unvexed by selfish pain.\\nLike thee upon this quickening meadow flung.\\nAnd fade in peace, content that nature gain.\\n15 225", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0247.jp2"}, "246": {"fulltext": "Sonnets,\\nMORNING.\\nAn eastern maiden robed in woven wind,\\nThe budding Morn with roseate blushes flies\\nFrom Night s dark chamber, casting tearful eyes\\nUpon voluptuous sweets that lie behind.\\nAt balmy breath, the wondering flowers unbind,\\nLike orbs unclosing at a lover s sighs.\\nWhilst warbling voices in a carol rise.\\nAnd peals the ocean like an organ shrined.\\nThus ever, love, in life s auroral years\\nThy flushing form enlaced in clinging white.\\nWith panting bosom, to thy love appears.\\nAh, senseless hour to hold melodious rite\\nWhen, gemming beauty with thy crystal tears.\\nThou fled st from me, as dewy Morn from Night.\\n226", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0248.jp2"}, "247": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nOLD MANUSCRIPTS.\\nFrom walnut chest made by a loving hand\\nThat ne er on earth will clasp my own again,\\nI take the first wild products of my brain,\\nSo neatly penned and tied with scarlet band.\\nDear folded hopes, whenever you are scanned\\nI view, with mournful yet unselfish pain,\\nMy former self as one by trouble slain\\nA gallant youth that built upon the sand.\\nAnd am I still a child is what I write\\nBut florid phrases that no theme impart,\\nConfused in form and color, shade and light\\nWill it be read by those of gentle heart,\\nAs through these blurring tears I read to-night\\nThe youthful artist, not his faulty art\\n227", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0249.jp2"}, "248": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nA REBEL.\\nNay, I shall breathe rebellious to the last\\nThough I have capped to power, I never knelt,\\nAnd for love-wrought submission ever felt\\nThe hell of manhood shamed whene er I cast\\nMine eyes on strong Oppression in the past,\\nAnd note the blows his mailed hand hath dealt,\\nAll peaceful thoughts to seething passion melt\\nThat would the souls of his dead minions blast.\\nO for the strength of some Norse god to slay\\nThis great frost giant, and in streams of blood\\nDrown his accursed race from his foul clay\\nSweet Liberty would fashion land and flood,\\nA vaulted sky and clouds that o er it play.\\nAnd dower her world with native plenitude.\\n228", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0250.jp2"}, "249": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nLOVE.\\nLove rules with Art from nature s ruby throne\\nHe tints gray scenes with flushes of the heart,\\nAnd lends to winds, that from their caverns start\\nWhen else is hushed in sleep, a sweeter tone\\nThan roll of heavenly spheres when he is flown\\nAll colors from the darkening earth depart\\nAs western waters quench each sunny dart,\\nAnd to his widowed Queen the night airs moan.\\nIn gloom I view each dear ambition crossed,\\nAnd life dark leagues of heated sand astray,\\nYet whispers come that hope should not be lost,\\nFor love is strong as when with spirits gay\\nI roamed the fields made crisp by morning s frost,\\nAnd felt that shadows soon would fade away.\\n229", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0251.jp2"}, "250": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nNARCISSUS.\\nA love-pledge broken t is a common phrase\\nThat hath uncommon meaning to me now\\nIt seems like death to whom we never bow\\nTill falls some comrade of our youthful days.\\nThis heart, which gave thee throbbing words of praise,\\nWith throbbing words of scorn doth thee endow\\nThou It feel the fragments of thy shattered vow\\nBleeding thy weary feet in lonesome ways.\\nHow many lessons from the gods we learn\\nMyself was listless to a nymph that flies,\\nAs love-lorn Echo, with a voice eterne\\nAlas I saw thee glassing vermeil skies.\\nLike limpid fount with marge of lady-fern,\\nAnd loved my image mirrored in thine eyes.\\n230", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0252.jp2"}, "251": {"fulltext": "Sonnets.\\nTO LORD BYRON.\\nMy country s dark -brown eagle tipped with white\\nIs like thee, Byron of far-piercing eye\\nAnd structure in which strength and beauty vie\\nLarge, graceful, swift magnificent in flight\\nWith one beat of his pinions leaving sight.\\nYea, he is like thee when he doth espy\\nEmerging osprey or decaying fry,\\nAnd basely swoops from his ethereal height.\\nStill, in the sanctuary of my soul\\nThou art as laureate of youth enshrined\\nAge cannot dim the radiant aureole\\nThat round thee memory doth ever find\\nThe deep, blue ocean in thy verse will roll\\nTill death close up the portals to my mind.\\n231", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0253.jp2"}, "252": {"fulltext": "Sonnets*\\nA SEPTEMBER NIGHT.\\nGray Sorrow now seems brooding o er the earth\\nThe sullen clouds are flying from the plain\\nBefore a chill east wind the drizzling rain\\nMakes no storm sound to thrill the fireside mirth\\nOf mortals snugly housed there is a dearth\\nOf light, of form, of color, and refrain,\\nAs when God s Spirit moved upon the main,\\nTo give the world and all its beauties birth.\\nMy shivering Fancy sits with drooping wing,\\nLike sombre bird upon a spectral tree\\nThat from an exhalation seems to spring\\nIt feels as though it nevermore should see\\nThe clear blue sky, and hear wild hymnals ring\\nAs the bow of promise clasps the tearful lea.\\n232", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": 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sky\\nStill wheels he on like some majestic sprite.\\nNo carrion feeds his royal appetite\\nAnd, far removed from man s profaning pry,\\nHis eyrie on some lofty crag doth lie,\\nIn awful solitude through day as night.\\nA noble life to hearken to the roar\\nOf cataracts that human senses stun.\\nOn pinions bold the heavens to explore.\\nAnd every base or worldly thing to shun\\nAh me when teaching once his young to soar,\\nT was seen he ever circled toward the sun.\\n234", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0256.jp2"}, "255": {"fulltext": "Sonnets,\\nA STORM.\\nGainst heaven s light dark clouds appear combined\\nAnd bolts of thunder peal, like thoughts that roll\\nThrough centuries of gloom from soul to soul,\\nAnd rumble on to future realms of mind.\\nThe pale-faced lightning, voiced by roaring wind,\\nSeems some great spirit held in Earth s control\\nThat strives to clear the air of needless dole,\\nThen weeps these drops for peerless hopes 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A foot -rock jars\\nHer fragile bark, and up the steep she hies,\\nOn fleet Wayotah turns her fawn-like eyes,\\nThen leaps into the Lake of Clustered Stars.\\nAnd lo on morning wave her sprite appears\\nIn forms of wondrous beauty, gold and white-\\nEmblems of love and virtue bathed in tears\\nWhose hearts upclose at fiery lover s flight,\\nAnd open at his coming, when the meres\\nAre hallowed by his chaste auroral light.\\n236", "height": "2767", "width": "1868", "jp2-path": "playssonnets00lacy_0258.jp2"}, "257": {"fulltext": "Sonnets*\\nTHE MOUNTAIN-CLIMBER.\\nCount me not with the lost though I lie prone\\nUpon this narrow ledge my garments torn,\\nMy body bruised, and my features worn\\nTo tearless pallor. 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