believe thou liest not. Girl, the day Looks pale before thy glory. Brow,
cheek, eye, Lips, throat, and bosom, thou dost overshine All
womanhood man ever worshipped. Once I held thy mother fairest born
of all That ever turned old Rome to heaven. Thou hast read Her golden
Horace?
LUCREZIA
Else were I cast out From all their choir who serve the Muses.
ALEXANDER
Ay. 'Fair mother's fairer daughter,' dost thou deem That praise was ever
merited as by thee? I cannot.
LUCREZIA
I concern myself no whit If so it were or were not.
ALEXANDER
Thou dost well. Thou hast not seen, thou sayest, Francesco?
LUCREZIA
Nay - Give me some reliquary to swear it on - Some rosary--crucifix or
amulet, Sorcerous or sacred.
ALEXANDER
Never twins were born More like than thou and he--nor lovelier: yet No
twins were ye.
LUCREZIA
What ails thy Holiness?
ALEXANDER
I am ill at ease: my heart is sick. Last night No revel here was held, and
yet the day Strikes heavier on me wearier, body and soul, Than though
we had rioted out with raging mirth The lifelong length of darkness.
LUCREZIA
Evil hours Fret somewhiles all folk living; none sees why: No child
sleeps always all night long.
ALEXANDER
Wast thou Wakeful? No trouble clung about thee? Nought Made the air
of night heavier with presage felt As joy feels fear and withers? I am
not Afraid: methinks I am very fear itself.
Enter an Officer of the household
OFFICER
His holiness be gracious towards me.
ALEXANDER
Speak. Thy face is death's: let death upon thy lips Live.
OFFICER
Sire, the humblest hireling knave in Rome - A waterman that plies his
craft all night - Craves audience even of thee.
ALEXANDER
A Roman?
OFFICER
Nay. Some outlander--some Greek--they call the knave George the
Slavonian.
ALEXANDER
They?
OFFICER
The fisherfolk On Tiber.
ALEXANDER
Bid him in: bid God himself Come in with doom upon me. [Exit
Officer. Hear'st thou, child - Daughter?
LUCREZIA
What horror hangs on thee?
ALEXANDER
Abide, And thou shalt know as I know.
Enter GIORGIO SCHIAVONE
Speak. I say, Speak. What thou art I know: and what I am Thou
knowest--and yet thou knowest not.
GIORGIO
Holiest sire, Last night I kept my boat on Tiber--Sire, The thing I saw
was nothing of my deed - It shook me out of sleep to see it--Lord, Have
mercy: look not so upon me.
ALEXANDER
Dog, Speak, while thy tongue is thine.
GIORGIO
Two men came down And peered along the water-side: and two Came
after--men whose eyes raked all the night, Searching the shore--I lay
beneath my boat - Beside it on the darkling side--and saw. Then came a
horseman--Sire, his horse was white - The moonshine made his mane
like dull white fire - And on his crupper heavily hung a corpse, Arms
held from swaying on this side, legs on that, I know not which on
either--but the men Held fast that held: and hard on Tiber side They
swung the crupper towards the water--sharp And swift as man may
steer a horse--and caught And slung their dead into the stream: and he
Drifted, and caught the moon across his face That shone like life
against it: and the chief Till then sat silent as the moon at watch, And
then bade hurl stones on the drifting dead And sink him out of sight;
and seeing this done, Rode thence, and they strode after.
ALEXANDER
Man, and thou - Thou?
GIORGIO
Sire, I set my heart again to sleep: I turned and slept under my boatside.
ALEXANDER
Man - Dog--devil, if this be truth, and if my fear Lie not--how hadst
thou heart to hold thy peace? How comes it that the warders of the
shore Knew not of thee, while yet the crime was hot, What crime had
made night hell?
GIORGIO
A thousand times I have seen such sights, but never till this hour Seen
him who cared to hear of them.
ALEXANDER
Till now, Never. He looks in God's mute face and mine, And says it.
God be good to me! But God Will not--or is not. Where is then thy
dead, Devil, called of God from hell to smite--to scourge - Me?
GIORGIO
Sire, at hand I left him.
ALEXANDER
Stir not. Bid Thy fellows bring my dead before me. [Exit Officer. Nay,
But mine it is not yet--it may not be Mine--while it may not be, it is not.
Child, It shall not be thy brother. Pray no prayer. Prayer never yet
brought profit. Be not pale. Fear strikes more deep into the fearful heart
The wound it heals not.
Enter Officers with the body of FRANCESCO
What is he they bring? O God! Thou livest! And my child is dead!
[Falls.
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