Category: Poetry
DUKE. Well, Ridolfi, be it so:--to-day, If nought forbid the time:--Hermione, Thou say'st?--I do remember, yet so slight, 'tis scarce The shadow of her form. But once, my brother, 'Twas one fair summer's eve, awhile I saw Thy sprightly coz: a laughter-loving spirit, She threw...
DUKE. Beatrice yet--mark me-- Most tenderly I love. Her long affection Won my regard: but--late, another power-- It is not love, 'tis witchery, false glamour Chaining the sense,...
6. ACT II.--SCENE I.DUKE. A strange conceit:--where dwellest thou, And on what nurtured?--Love on air-fed dreams Yet lives not: if in the heart nor hope there be, Nor thought, nor token'd glimpse o...
5. SCENE V.HERMIONE. Calm orb, how tranquil is thy path!-- Amid the stars thou walkest, clad in light As with a garment. Still thy borrow'd robe The darkness compasseth, and sullen night H...
12. SCENE III.BLANCH. I would, lady, you were in your little toilet-chamber at Venice. You were not sad there once. Why stay you in this unlucky house? I do conceive, that I shall have no mor...
3. SCENE III.HERMIONE. Two years agone--this self-same chamber-- Just as 'twas wont;--that ebony casket--still Yon little crucifix hung o'er the mirror,-- That plaited riband, on its flower-...
2. SCENE II.STEPHANO. Nay, spare thy wit, and thy cudgel to boot: mine hide endureth it not tenderly. If I should wince, thou mightest come to harm. A dainty flagon this: would that thy mou...
4. SCENE IV.BERTRAND. 'Tis well, good Carlos, in this noble city, Thanks to all proper instruments, we now Enter safe housed. Nay, nay, dole-stricken friend, Put off these looks, drench'd s...
13. SCENE IV.CARLOS. I thank thee, Giulio. The couch feels easier from thine hand. 'Tis now But as a troublesome scratch, scarce worth the pains To work its cure. Another strain--thy lute St...
9. SCENE IV.CARLOS. The night broods heavily, as though Gaunt mischief were abroad, and its dun cloak Would hide some horror, the yet timid eye Shrinks to behold. An hour--a minuted age, Er...
14. SCENE V.DUKE. Arouse thee!--fly. Ere yet the fetters closer to thine heart Are riveted--immoved for ever! Thou counsellest well--these are ignoble trammels. And I do rid me of them. Onc...
17. SCENE III.ZORAYDA. An outcast from an outcast race,--spurn'd, chid, From the churl's threshold. Shunn'd, unbless'd by all: Nor home nor heritance--I live, alone, Without associate, tie, o...
16. SCENE II.HERMIONE. Laura hath not yet Put off her sorrow.--Still doth fancy cherish The darling form of yon misguided youth Your lord encounter'd on the terrace.-- With long entreaty I h...
15. ACT IV.--SCENE I.SECOND CITIZEN. They bode disaster, else Hath Nature changed, and her accustom'd course No longer holds.--See, from the ducal vault The stone--o'er which its mailed warrior rest...
8. SCENE III.LAURA. How this little tyrant rules it over me! Again--[_Takes a letter from her bosom_]--I can repeat the words backwards, tell every turn of a letter, count the dots, blurs, a...
1. ACT I.--SCENE I.DUKE. Well, Ridolfi, be it so:--to-day, If nought forbid the time:--Hermione, Thou say'st?--I do remember, yet so slight, 'tis scarce The shadow of her form. But once, my brothe...
11. SCENE II.BERTRAND. That hated voice! Revenge it cries. Prepare! no more delay! Draw, dastard! or thy recreant blood I'll pour Unfought for to this earth. [_BERTRAND makes the attack, the...
10. ACT III.--SCENE I.DUKE. Mischievous weapon! I would forswear thy company: but now We cannot part. Blameless,--inanimate,-- The heart alone makes thee its passive tool To work the several ills its...
18. SCENE IV.DUKE. We love these moon-lit walks, Hermione, Whilst in her wane: you like her visage best, Perchance, increasing. More I love to mark Her gradual decay--retreating coy, And hal...
7. SCENE II.BERTRAND. Thou speedest well, thanks to my shrewd invention. Yon babbling rogue, Stephano, gave me note Of her night walk upon the terrace, where I bribed the keeper to admit ye.