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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
JOHN DI PROCIDA: LAST SCENE, by JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES Poet's Biography First Line: Thus far in time - thus far in safety! Wer't Last Line: Pro. Forgive me -- I'm a father -- there's my son! | |||
[Isoline follows John di Procida and his son, her husband, against Messina, of which city her father is governor. As the castle falls into the hands of the Liberator, she, unknown to either party, reaches the garden, and pauses, exhausted, listening to the tumult of the battle.] Iso. Thus far in time -- thus far in safety! Wer't Another stride, ere take it, I had dropped. The work is going on! Oh, spare my father -- Spare him, and deal with me! Hark! Massacre Has left this quarter free; within the city Holding her gory reign. She does not riot Within the castle yet. He yet may live! Limbs, hold me up. Don't fail me. Who comes here? My father! -- Father! Governor, (entering hastily and wildly.) Whosoe'er thou art, Stop not my way! Iso. Dost thou not know me? Gov. No! In times like these men know not one another. Holding together, they together fall, As men in knots do drown. In scattering Is chance of safety. Do not hold me, friend. Let go. Look to thyself. Let every one Look to himself. He's lost that casts his eye Upon another's jeopardy. His own Asks all his care. Let go! -- Away! -- Away! Iso. (thrown upon her knees, as he rushes off.) He does not know me! -- He's my father, and He does not know me! He's distracted -- mad! Fain would I follow him, but cannot. No, My knees refuse to raise me. Fernando, (rushing in.) Isoline! Iso. (throwing herself into his arms.) Fernando! my Fernando! true, to death! My husband -- mine own love! -- I die for joy! And bless thee, my Fernando, for my death! [Swoons in his arms. Fer. Love! wife! choice pattern of thy partial sex! My Isoline! She's dead! she's dead! she's dead! Guiscardo, (enters, sword drawn.) Fernando! Fer. Here, Guiscardo! Guis. Who is she Hangs swooning on thine arm? Thy bride? Fer. My bride! Guis. And dead? Fer. And dead! Guis. Set down the carrion, then, And yield me payment for Martini's death! I want not odds! I'll fight thee like a man For ancient friendship's sake! Fer. Fight me, Guiscardo! Guis. Cast down thy load to earth, and draw thy sword. Fer. Wouldst murder me? and if thou wouldst, Guiscardo, Do it at once! Guis. I'd treat thee like a man. Wilt thou not throw thyself thy burden down And act like one, or must I wrest it from thee To balk thee of excuse? [Approaching. Fer. You touch her not! 'Fore her dead body do I throw my life That would not save my own! Guis. Have at thee, then! [They fight, F. falls. Andrea, (rushing in.) Hold! 'tis the son of John of Procida! Guis. The son of John of Procida! Fer. Too late! Take her! preserve from insult -- pay all honours -- For her sake, not for mine, -- and lay us side By side. I pant for death, and not the life Would hold my spirit from rejoining hers. [Dies. Enter John of Procida. Pro. It is not there! I came to see his corse, But not to smite him. No! I would not stain This day of freedom with the narrow deed Of personal vengeance. To the swords of others I would have left him, satisfied if they The debt exacted that was due to mine. But they, intent on their own quarry, mine Have suffered to escape, and vengeance, now Balked, by its own remissness, of its prey, Gnashes the teeth in vain! And. Di Procida! Pro. Ho! Andrea! what bear'st thou on thy arm? And. The body of Fernando's wife, although If this be death I do mistake its hue! Pro. Who lies upon the ground? the governor? And. Thy son, O Procida! She is not dead! Help here! Hold off! you killed him! Pro. Killed my son! Guis. Strike, John di Procida! He sided with The enemies of Sicily. Pro. He did; And he was born my son! Live! you did right. His father says it. Yet, he was my son! Guis. I knew not that. Pro. And had you known it, still You had done right -- I say it -- I -- his father! And yet, he was my son! Iso. (recovering.) My lord! my husband! -- Fernando! -- draw me closer to thy breast! Hold off! Who art thou? Where's Fernando? Who Is that? And. Fernando's father! Iso. So it is! And we are safe! Are we not, sir? [reels forward. Pro. O, Heaven! Iso. You will not let them murder us? You will not! You can't! else nature has no truth in her, And never more be trusted! Never more! If fathers will not stretch an arm to save Their children's throats, let mothers' breasts run dry, And infants at the very founts of life Be turn'd to stones! Sir! father! where's your son? Ah, you repulse me not! You let me come Closer to you. Where's my Fernando, father? What! do you draw me to you? Would you take me Into your very bosom? There then! [Throws her arms about his neck.] Now, Fernando, what's to fear? Now, mine own love, We shall be happy! happy! blessed happy! Why don't you answer me? Where is he, father? I left him here! Where I have been I know not, I recollect a sickness as of death. And now it comes again. My brow grows chill And damp -- I'll wipe it! Blood! what brings it here? Whose blood is this? And. Blood has been shed to-day. No vestment in Messina, but you'll find Some trace upon't. Iso. Where is my husband, sirs? Is this Fernando's blood? We were together, And it was here! If death did threaten us He would be close to me, of his own life Making a shield for mine! Was he alive, Were he not here? Not here! he must be dead, And this must be his blood! Pro. Remove her, friend; Take and remove her hence. I lack the strength. Her plight, to mine own added, weighs me down. She must not see his body; 'tis her life That I feel fluttering next my breast just now As ready to take wing. 'Twere certain death To look upon him. Iso. (to Andrea.) No, I will not hence! You will murder me. I am safe here -- am I not? Am I not, father? Father! where's my father? He did not know me! he did shake me off! He fled me! You are all my father now! But there's Fernando, too! You are not weeping? You are! don't weep! I'll dry your eyes for you! The blood again! Pro. We must remove her hence. Come with me, child. Iso. Child! do you call me child? Child! is a sweet name! Pro. Come, my daughter. Iso. Daughter! That's sweeter yet than child. Nothing so sweet After the name of wife; but wife's not sweeter Than husband. Husband? That's the sweetest name Of all! My husband is your son! and son -- There is a sweet name too! No sweeter name Than son! Do you not think so? Pro. Come. Iso. I Come! We are going to Fernando. Are we not? Sir, fare-you-well. What's that upon the ground? And. Where? Iso. There! You know as well as I! Stand off! [Breaks away. Fernando! my Fernando! dead? Ay, dead Indeed, when I do call on thee, and thou Return'st no answer! My Fernando! dead! Ah! it is well! Here's silence coming too For me, love. I do feel the frost of death Biting my limbs, and creeping towards my heart, Colder and colder -- all will soon be ice. 'Tis winter ere its time! but welcome, since 'Tis shared with you, Fernando. Mercy, Heaven! 'Tis kind -- 'tis pitiful to suffer me On thy dead lips to breathe my life away. [Dies. And. Let me conduct thee hence, O Procida! Grief doth benumb his every faculty. Stephano, (entering with others.) Where is John of Procida? And. Behold him. Ste. Health To thee and to Messina, which, to-day, Through thee, beholds her grievous yoke thrown off. All Sicily is free! From north to south, From east to west she garrisons herself, And tyrants rule no more! And. Forgive him that He heeds you not. That body is his son's You see him gazing on! Ste. We know his heart! Thomas, (entering with others.) Health, John of Procida! The enemy That sacked thy castle, and who yesterday Held rule in Sicily, the Governor, Flying from death did meet it from this man, Who knew him, intercepted him, and slew him. And. All enmities, all loves, are swallowed up In the deep gulf of sorrow for his son. Carlo, (entering with others.) Where is our chief? And. You see what's left of him. Car. The admiral And captains of the fleet have disembarked To swell the general joy; and, yonder, come Our ancient magistrates, their offices Suspended long, resumed to pay their debts To John of Procida! Enter Magistrates, &c. Chief M. Di Procida The Liberator -- so we hail thee -- such Thy deeds declare thee better than our words, For us and for our children at our hands, Whose act our sovereign master will approve, Most poor return take for most rich desert, And be the Governor of Sicily! [The whole assembly shout and applaud -- John of Procida weeps.] Pro. 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