Category: Short Stories
FRI. ‘Tis even so. Brother Filippo saw him stand last night In solitary vigil till the dawn Lept o’er the Arno, and his face was such As men may wear in Purgatory--nay, E’en in the inmost core of Hell’s own fires.
Each cell (because of the width and height of the proscenium) is of more than the average Florentine size, but is bare even to the point of severity, its sole amenities being so...
3. Chapter 3The Piazza is filled from end to end with a vast seething crowd that is drawn entirely from the lower orders. There is a sprinkling of wild-eyed and dishevelled women in it. The...
2. Chapter 2TIME: Afternoon of same day. SCENE: Lucrezia’s Laboratory. Retorts, test-tubes, etc. On small Renaissance table, up c., is a great poison-bowl, the contents of which are being s...
1. Chapter 1FRI. ‘Tis even so. Brother Filippo saw him stand last night In solitary vigil till the dawn Lept o’er the Arno, and his face was such As men may wear in Purgatory--nay, E’en in...