University of Virginia Library

Search this document 

collapse section 
collapse section 
collapse section1. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
collapse section2. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
collapse section3. 
 1. 
 3. 
 4. 
 5. 
 6. 
collapse section4. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
collapse section5. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
collapse section 
collapse section 
collapse section1. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
collapse section2. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
collapse section3. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
collapse section4. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 3. 
 4. 
collapse section5. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
 5. 
collapse section 
collapse section 
  
  
collapse section1. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
Scene IV
collapse section2. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
collapse section3. 
 1. 
 2. 
 2. 
 3. 
collapse section4. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
 5. 
 5. 
collapse section5. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
collapse section 
  
  
collapse section1. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
collapse section2. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
collapse section3. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
collapse section4. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 
 4. 
 5. 
 6. 
 7. 
collapse section5. 
 1. 
 2. 
 3. 

Scene IV

(A parlour in the Convent of Santa Maria della Pieta, as in Scene Second. Enter the Madre and Angela.)
Madre
Well! where could she have gone?

Angela
I do not know.
She slept in the adjoining room to mine!

Madre
And are you sure she went to bed?

Angela
Most sure.

Madre
The gates were not left open through the night?

Angela
I think they were all shut.


25

Madre
It is most strange.
But, see, some person comes! it is the Monk!

Angela
He bears the form of one just dead with him!
What can it mean?
(Enter Francisco bearing Madalena in his arms.)
Say, brother, who is this?

Monk
Our daughter Madalena!

Angela
Then she's found!
Where found you her?

Monk
Back at her father's house.

Angela
How came she in this fix?

Monk
Grief for his absence.

Angela
(to Madalena)
Alas! can you not stand alone?

Madalena
(recovering)
Alone!


26

Angela
You are with us—we are your friends.

Madalena
Fernando! thou wilt come again—I know
Thou wilt!

Angela
Why talk you of Fernando, child?

Madalena
I should have been his wife.

Angela
His wife!

Madalena
His wife—
His wedded wife!

Monk
(to Angela)
Well, that is strange! for he
Came recommended to the king from her.

Angela
Your father left you in our care—we are
Your friends.

Madalena
I have no father!

Monk
Mark you that!


27

Angela
What! know you not the tutoress of your youth?

Madalena
I would if she were here.

Angela
Is she not here?
Is Angela Di Pianneza not
The Tutoress of your youth?

Madalena
She was to be
My mother, but Fernando now is gone!

Angela
Fernando gone? what mean you by these words?
Fernando is not gone!

Monk
I saw him go—
He went with Stuart to the war.

Angela
My son?

Monk
Thy very son.

Angela
Then I am sad indeed!
It cannot be! Fernando is not gone!

28

You may have been mistaken in the boy!

Monk
I am mistaken, then, that you are here;
That now the Princess is before thine eyes;
That we have never spoken of this thing;
And that we are not wondering while we speak!

Angela
Are you not Madalena? speak to me!

Madalena
That is my name.

Angela
(to Monk.)
Look! do you know that face?

Monk
'Tis Madalena's face! You are most strange!

Angela
It is most strange! The more we see of her,
The more we wish to see, which, seeing, makes
Us only see the less!

Madalena
Go, bring him back!

Monk
Are you not certain that you heard that voice?

Angela
It is most strange! Fernando is not gone!


29

Madalena
(springing on her feet)
Has he returned? Who was it spoke that word?

Angela
His mother—thine.

Madalena
(Embracing her)
Oh! bless thee for that word!

Monk
Are you not certain that you heard that voice?

Angela
I am most certain that she speaks most strange!
Have you no father, Madalena?

Madalena
None!
A father had not left me so alone

Angela
Thy father, child, has left us all alone!
But go, Francesco, speed it quick to Rome,
And bring me back my son! Away! begone!

Monk
If laying down my life will ravel out
This mystery, it shall be done. Farewell!

Angela
And be it known to all, that from this day,
The Convent gate shall not be opened till

30

You come again. Farewell!

Monk
Farewell, my child!

Madalena
Farewell, good father! take my heart with you,
And give it to Fernando! Fare-thee-well!

(Exit Francisco as the curtain falls.)