Cosmo De' Medici An Historical Tragedy |
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SCENE II.
Outskirts of the City.—Enter Garcia, Cornelio, Dalmasso, Cavaliers and Huntsmen; with falcons and boar-spears.Gar.
There's oft with power an equal indolence:
How somnolent the lion, or the form
Of vast Alcides pondering o'er his club,
And serious without thought!—why, dew-damp lords!
We're up before Apollo!
Cor.
Where is the prince
Giovanni?
Gar.
He's, perchance, asleep in's bed.
Has he been roused?
Dal.
He has, my lord.
Gar.
Then, doubtless,
With the first sense of the raw morning air
He has turned himself just to deliberate,
And now is dreaming of a noble chase.
Cor.
As hungry poets frame new worlds with words
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I'll go and wake him.
Gar.
Cease thy cannibal wit.
Dal.
I will accompany you to 'tend the prince.
Gar.
He's here: of late he hath not used these sports,
But with Chiostro sat up half the night.
We have not waited long.
Enter Giovanni.
Giov.
Your pardon, brother—I have delayed you much.
Gar.
A minute scarcely: we are glad you're come.
The day is favourable—clear and cold:
Let's to the fields, beginning life afresh!
Gio.
I shall be glad to do so.
Dal.
Thou look'st pale:
The air, my lord, doth seem too keen for you?
Gio.
I'm not quite well; but I shall mend apace,
As my blood warms.
Gar.
(aside.)
It is his hard consent,
Gain'd by our mother, that doth make him ill:
I fear 'tis so.—Brother, be frank with me!
This pastime and my company suit not
Thy habits, nor thy natural bent of mind:
Clench not an odious task between thy teeth,—
In all good feeling, if thou'dst rather stay,
Say so, and take my hand before I go.
Gio.
I'll take it and go with thee. You mistake
My cause of gloom. I've much that loads my mind.
Gar.
I apprehend.
Gio.
Dost thou?
Gar.
I think I do:
(whispers.)
In love already with the Emperor's daughter?
Gio.
Let us away! I will shake off this mood!
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Join then the chase with heart and hand and voice:
Echoes shall ring as in some wooded isle
Fresh peopled with the lusty savages!
Sound, clarions!—fill the empty air, and lift
The hoar grass on the heads of mountains old,
Astonished at the wood-gods come once more!
[Exeunt.
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