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 PIETRO OF SIENA
 
 MACMILLAN AND CO., Limited 
 
 LONDON • BOMBAY • CALCUTTA 
 MELBOURNE 
 
 THE MACMILLAN COMPANY 
 
 NEW YORK • BOSTON • CHICAGO 
 ATLANTA • SAN FRANCISCO 
 
 THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, Ltd. 
 
 TORONTO
 
 PIETRO OF SIENA 
 
 A DRAMA 
 
 BY 
 
 STEPHEN PHILLIPS 
 
 MACMILLAN AND CO., LIMITED 
 ST. MARTIN'S STREET, LONDON 
 
 19 I o
 
 CHARACTERS 
 
 PlETRO ToRNIELLI 
 
 luigi gonzaga 
 Antonio . 
 
 MoNTANO . 
 
 Anselmo . 
 
 GlACOMO . 
 
 An Executioner. 
 
 PULCI 
 
 Carlo 
 
 Gemma Gonzaga 
 
 FuLVIA ToRNIELLl 
 
 Caterina . 
 
 (Head of the ancient and exiled house 
 \ of Tornielli. 
 
 f Head of the rival and reigning house 
 \ of Gonzaga. 
 
 Podesta of Siena. 
 
 ^ Boon Companion and Jackal to 
 y Pietro. 
 
 i An Aged Warrior devoted to the 
 \ Tornielli. 
 
 Jailor of the State Prison. 
 
 \ Personal friends of Luigi. 
 
 Sister to Luigi. 
 
 Sister to Pietro. 
 
 An Aged Nurse devoted to Gonzaga. 
 
 Officers, Messengers, etc. 
 
 The action of the play is confined to Siena and lies 
 between the hours of sunset and sunrise.
 
 ACT I 
 
 SUNSET
 
 ACT I 
 
 Scene. — The great hall of the ancient palace of 
 the Gonzaga. At either end stand armed sentries. 
 In the centre is the judgement chair. On the 
 rising of the curtain furious shouts are heard 
 without^ and grow louder at times as from an 
 approaching multitude^ and the besieging army 
 of PiETRo. LuiGi is discovered striding to 
 and fro in great perplexity . His friend Pulci 
 is watching him earnestly. The time is sunset. 
 
 Pulci. Luigi, go forth, and show thyself at 
 last! 
 Still the gate holds ; though Pietro Tornielli 
 Three times in vain hath shaken it — Go forth ! 
 He makes enough of clamour and of din ; 
 Thou liest like a rat, unseen, unheard ; 
 Whom can we fight for, or for what ? Go forth ! 
 
 Luigi. No, Pulci, no ! Pietro Tornielli 
 Advancing takes the wind from all my sails. 
 
 3
 
 4 PIETRO OF SIENA act 
 
 He cows me from afar, and quells my spirit, 
 I know not why or how ; but I am quelled. 
 Like English Richard before Bolingbroke. 
 It is not that he hath more wit than I, 
 It is not that he hath more will than I ; 
 Only that on this man success attends. 
 Where I am foiled and thwarted, he goes free. 
 Such men there are, and what they will, they 
 
 grasp. [yf louder uproar without. 
 
 PuLCi. This is the sophistry that fears to 
 
 act. 
 LuiGi. \Pausing?\^ Think with what injuries 
 
 this man comes armed : 
 He comes not merely to supplant my rule, 
 To seat himself where I so long have sat, 
 But furious memory smoulders at his heart. 
 Did not our father bear his mother off, 
 And use her for his lust } His father pined, 
 And kept a dreadful silence till he died. 
 With all these memories this man comes 
 
 fraught, 
 And thunders an avenger at our gate. 
 
 \A sentinel rushes in from the left. 
 Sentinel. The gate has been surrendered ; 
 
 thev swarm in ; 
 And hither are they making with loud cry !
 
 I PIETRO OF SIENA 5 
 
 [y^ cry louder and nearer. Enter Gemma 
 
 GoNZAGA hurriedly and terrified^ the nurse 
 
 Caterina limping behind. 
 
 Gemma. Lulgi, what can I do in this dark 
 
 hour ? 
 
 How aid and comfort ? Send me not 
 
 away ! 
 For thou and I have grown together so 
 We may not be divided but with blood. 
 Your hopes, your thoughts are mine ; your 
 
 frailties mine. 
 Brother, let me be near thee in the storm. 
 I claim its lightning and its thunder clasp. 
 Ah, send me not away ! I put my arms 
 About you as of old : now come what will. 
 
 [Sound as of door below broken open. 
 LuiGi. Sister, they come ! This scene is not 
 for thee : 
 Go then within and quietly ; I alone 
 Must stand upright against the towering wave. 
 
 [Exit Gemma and Caterina. 
 [Soldiers enter and are drawn up along the 
 walls Oj the hall. Then enter the Mayor 
 Antonio, surrounded by citizens of Siena^ 
 a Priest^ and^ lastly., Pietro, his sister 
 ¥vLY\K following him.
 
 6 PIETRO OF SIENA act 
 
 PiETRo. Luigi Gonzaga, I might well have 
 
 stormed 
 Siena gate with fiery memories 
 And with the sword of vengeance sought thee 
 
 out. 
 Thy father with hot lips kissed out the soul 
 Of her that bore me, and my father broke 
 Down to the ground and wrapped in mortal 
 
 shame. 
 I say, Gonzaga, that I bear enough 
 Of private injury to spill thy blood. 
 On no such crimson errand am I sped, 
 But summoned by Siena's citizens. 
 Here to resume the sovereignty possessed 
 Erst by the Tornielli : and to purge 
 The city of thee and thy iniquities. 
 
 \He ascends the judgement chair ^ motioning to 
 Antonio. 
 Now read aloud the charges 'gainst this man. 
 
 Antonio. \Reading^^ " It is here charged 
 against thee, Luigi Gonzaga, that thou hast taken 
 bribes to set aside the course of justice, whereof 
 many instances can be proven. Further : that 
 thou hast surrounded thee with a troop of 
 desperate malcontents whom thou hast paid and 
 used for purposes of private quarrel. Moreover,
 
 I PIETRO OF SIENA 7 
 
 that two famous enemies of thine thou hast by 
 poison taken off, having bidden them to supper 
 here in this palace. That thou hast offered to 
 spare the life of Paolo Gerli if his daughter 
 would deliver herself to thee for purposes of 
 lust ; though this man had been condemned by 
 public tribunal over which thou didst thyself 
 preside. And many other counts are here set 
 down against thee, but for the moment let these 
 suffice." 
 
 FiETRo. Luigi Gonzaga, what hast thou to 
 say ? 
 
 Luigi. All that is charged against me I 
 confess. 
 
 PiETRO. Then, for these violent ills a violent 
 cure 
 Demand, and a swift, instant medicine — 
 I, Pietro Tornielli, summoned here 
 To adjudicate upon Siena's wrong, 
 Hereby pronounce upon thee doom of death ! 
 And since delays in these distracted streets 
 Were perilous : to-morrow thou shalt die. 
 
 \_lVri^ing.'] I, Pietro Tornielli, called by the 
 people of Siena to heal the breach and woe of the 
 city, do hereby commit Luigi Gonzaga, some- 
 time ruler of Siena, to prison this night to the
 
 8 PIETRO OF SIENA act 
 
 intent that at sunrise to-morrow he may be 
 executed. Given by me this day. 
 
 PlETRO TORNIELLI. 
 
 LuiGi. At sunrise! Ah, not death! Ah, 
 not so soon ! 
 Let me still watch the sun thro' prison bars, 
 And manacled behold the rising moon. 
 Ah, send me not from glory to the grave. 
 I promise in my cell I will not stir 
 All day, and will not speak even to myself. 
 Or murmur an angry word until my death ; 
 Ah, hold me, Sir, in prison till I die. 
 How can I trouble thee ; none breaks away 
 Or bursts that massy fortress. Can I lead 
 Rebellion, fettered fast and deep immured ^ 
 Deliver me to long imprisonment ! 
 Or banish me an exile from the shore 
 Of Italy for ever : Let me roam 
 The limits of the world and utmost isles. 
 Only I pray thee let me breathe ! To go 
 For ever from the sun ! I care not what 
 Of heavy misery or imprisonment 
 Thou mayst inflict if only I may live. 
 
 [//(? breaks into sobs. 
 PiETRo. Luigi Gonzaga, freely thou hast 
 drunk
 
 I PIETRO OF SIENA 9 
 
 The purple cup of life ; now not to wince, 
 To beat the breast befits thee in this hour. 
 Sweet was the draught, now fling the cup away ! 
 And having richly lived, so strongly die. 
 Bear him away. 
 
 LuiGi. Sir ! Sir ! 
 
 PiETRO. Bear him away ! 
 
 [LuiGi is taken off between two guards^ four 
 others following. 
 PiETRo. [Rising.'] Now for the moment 
 
 nothing more detains us. 
 Anselmo. [Coming forward.] Sir, this man 
 whom you have dispatched to die, 
 A sister has ; and though the rabble rise 
 Against the brother for his many crimes. 
 She may untouched through all Siena pass, 
 For she is beautiful and still and pure. 
 She is a greater peril than the man, 
 And while she lives, thy throne will tremble 
 still. 
 PiETRo. Is she within the palace ^. 
 An Attendant. Sir, she is. 
 
 PiETRo. Send for her hither. 
 
 [Exit Attendant. 
 Anselmo. In this warrant add 
 To Luigi, Gemma, to the brother's name
 
 lo PIETRO OF SIENA act 
 
 The sister ; so we root out the whole house, 
 
 No son nor daughter of Gonzaga lives 
 
 Save these ; then make an end and sit secure. 
 
 \_Enter Gemma escorted by Attendants. 
 
 PiETRO. Art thou the sister of Gonzaga — 
 say ! 
 
 Gemma. I am, Sir. 
 
 PiETRo. He hath been so deeply charged 
 With public crime and private injury 
 That 1, called in to judge and to pronounce, 
 To prison have committed him, that he 
 May die to-morrow at sunrise. 
 
 Gemma. Ah, no ! 
 
 Ah, do not slay him ! Wonderful has been 
 The love between us — and so soon to die ! 
 Why, he hath but a few brief hours to pray ; 
 To reconcile him with eternal God, 
 Only the transit of a summer night. 
 Oh, Sir, at least be merciful to me ! 
 And send me to him that I too may die. 
 Let me not wither out this hollow world 
 Alone ; but in that warrant add my name 
 To his ; for all his frailties I defend, 
 In all his acts I am associate. 
 I would give up the very ghost in me. 
 And my dear soul would put in pawn for him.
 
 I PIETRO OF SIENA ii 
 
 Then by the same blow let the sister fall ! 
 I crave to die with the first light of dawn. 
 Ah, separate us not, here I beseech thee ! 
 
 [She throws herself at his feet. 
 Anselmo. Enough ! By her own mouth 
 
 she merits death. 
 PiETRO. [With slow hesitation.'] I cannot 
 — for the moment — well decide, 
 
 [Angry murmurs from Anselmo's troops. 
 That I have doomed her brother is no cause 
 Why her too I should doom ! Is it supposed 
 A maiden, but a year ago a child. 
 Could of his crimes and bribes be cognizant ? 
 I ask you all — were it not well to pause ? 
 To pause for a few hours, and hesitate 
 Finally to pronounce ? What thou hast said, 
 Anselmo, I doubt not is wise, but I 
 A little leisure must demand in this. 
 Lead her away ! [To Gemma.] Ere dawn 
 
 thou shalt receive 
 My judgement. [She is escorted within.] Now, 
 Sirs, I would be alone. 
 
 [Exeunt all but Anselmo, Girolamo, 
 FuLviA, and Montano. 
 Anselmo. Sir, if this foolish mercy to the 
 house
 
 12 PIETRO OF SIENA act 
 
 Which hath so deeply wronged you, be displayed, 
 
 I cannot pledge me for these faithful bands 
 
 That hitherto have followed your wild star. 
 
 Sparing his sister's life, you but ascend 
 
 A trembling throne, for men who hated him 
 
 Will rally to her face as to a flag. 
 
 Ah, God ! 'tis the old weakness of the blood. 
 
 What stopped us at Ancona .'' what made vain 
 
 The long siege of Perugia .'' Evermore 
 
 A woman's face hath foiled us. Now I speak 
 
 Once, and no more. Thy followers will fall off 
 
 Being again deceived ; much have they borne, 
 
 But more they will not bear. 
 
 \_SuUen murmurs are heard. 
 Strike down the house, 
 Strike to the root and ere the night be past. 
 
 \Exit An s ELMO, who is acclaimed by the 
 troops awaiting him. 
 GiROLAMO. \_Advancing.^ Pietro Tornielli ! 
 Thus saith Rome : 
 Let none of the Gonzaga house be spared ! 
 Nor man nor woman : end the pestilence 
 That brooded o'er Siena all these years. 
 If thou wouldst rule secure, blot out the brood 
 That are anathema to Holy Church ! 
 If a fair face can shake thee from thy seat,
 
 I PIETRO OF SIENA 13 
 
 Look not to Rome ! Rather be thou of Rome 
 Outlawed, accursed. So speak I, and depart. 
 
 \^Exif GiROLAMO wifk attendant Priests. 
 FuLviA. \_Approaching Pietro,] Brother, 
 what hath been said by Holy Church, 
 Or by Anselmo speaking for the State, 
 Is well, and well enough. I am a woman. 
 And cannot easily forget the shame 
 Wrought on our mother by their father ; now 
 Comes in revenge though late, and justice too. 
 These are his children, his ; the man who 
 
 wronged 
 Her, and brought down our father to his grave. 
 He hath left issue luckily, for us 
 To dash our ire on, let his children die ! 
 Not one, but both. Have we not waited long } 
 Have I not in my pillow set my teeth 
 Through the grim night to stop these memories? 
 But here they are delivered to our hands. 
 Hast thou forgot thy mother's desperate death, 
 Hast thou forgot the pining of thy sire ? 
 Here with one blow we clear us before God, 
 That she in that sea-tomb no longer toss 
 Unsatisfied ; nor he call from the ground. 
 Art thou the victim of a passing face } 
 Art thou the helpless spoil of shadowed eyes ?
 
 14 PIETRO OF SIENA act 
 
 Art thou a man, or but a drifting leaf, 
 Unworthy to be served or followed, or loved ? 
 If that pale face can turn thee from thy wrongs, 
 Or a low voice make all thy vengeance vain. 
 I leave thee therefore to the blood of the dead. 
 This must thou expiate and swift and sure. 
 
 \_Exii FuLViA. 
 
 PiETRO. Give me some wine, Montano ! Oh, 
 Montano, 
 The fever's in my blood and must have vent. 
 
 Montano. What fever ? 
 
 PiETRO. For a face a moment since 
 
 Sprung like a sudden splendour on the dusk. 
 Now vanished ; for a voice that stole on us 
 Like strings from planets dreaming in faint 
 
 skies, 
 With a low pleaded music ; for a form 
 Slight and a little bending over in dew. 
 This night, Montano, in this coming dark 
 I must possess her ; for I shall not sleep, 
 Knowing her breathing sweet so near to me, 
 Here in this palace ; no ! nor shall I drowse 
 Until I clasp her fast and kisses rain 
 Upon her lips, her eyes, her brow, her hair. 
 
 Montano. Sir, you well know I serve your 
 every mood,
 
 I PIETRO OF SIENA 15 
 
 But here, is not the game too perilous ? 
 Here on the very first night of your rule 
 To seize Gonzaga's sister, he meanwhile 
 Purposely prisoned — ah, so they will say — 
 So that he may not mar, nor intervene. 
 Let policy propose some slower way. 
 
 PiETRO. No ! No ! such beauty must be 
 stormed, not snared. 
 Caught up and kissed into oblivion. 
 To saddle hoist, and through the world away ! 
 
 MoNTANo. I scent a way by which she might 
 be won 
 And without force, and on this very night. 
 
 PiETRo. How ? how ? 
 
 MoNTANO. Her brother Luigi at sunrise 
 
 To-morrow, perishes ; now he to her 
 Is more than just a brother ; they have lived 
 Even from the cradle a life intertwined. 
 Remember but the burning words of her ! 
 *' I would give up the very ghost of me. 
 And my dear soul would put in pawn for him." 
 
 PiETRO. Well — well — 
 
 MoNTANO. The dawn will come soon, all too 
 soon 
 For her ; but were it breathed into her ear. 
 That for her beauty thou wouldst spare his life,
 
 1 6 PIETRO OF SIENA act i 
 
 Would not her deep love to thy arms consent ? 
 As slowly all the sky grows lighter still, 
 And Luigi's blood is on the morning cloud, 
 Will she not for her brother give herself 
 To thee, and in thy clasp forget the dawn ? 
 PiETRo. See, see her ; with the nurse have 
 first a word. 
 That she may sound her warily. But haste 1 
 Darkness already closes on us two. 
 And if I have my will 'twill be ere dawn. 
 Speed, speed away, Montano, be thou swift ! 
 And I with every flower will fill the room 
 With fume of lilies and raptures of the rose, 
 And odours that entice the drowsing brain. 
 And far-off music melting on the soul. 
 At once away till thou hast news of her. 
 
 \^Exit Montano. 
 Come, night, and falling give her to my arms. 
 What fools are they that use thee but for sleep ; 
 Come and enfold us in the dark of bliss !
 
 ACT II 
 
 MIDNIGHT
 
 SCENE I 
 
 Scene. — Midnight. A dark part of the gardens 
 of the palace ; various followers of Anselmo 
 assembled with torches. To them enter Anselmo 
 with four followers^ also carrying torches. 
 
 Anselmo. Comrades, to this dark garden, 
 
 and in night 
 I have swiftly summoned you : you all well 
 
 know 
 That I have followed Tornielli's star, 
 Howe'er it wavered in the heavens ; and you 
 How often have I led to the desperate breach, 
 Or to that timely charge which all decides. 
 And yet you can recall that oftentimes 
 Here were we foiled, or here : and this the 
 
 cause, 
 Ever a woman's face Pietro marred. 
 The weakness in his blood undid our toil. 
 Now at Siena, crown of all our hopes, 
 
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 20 PIETRO OF SIENA act ii 
 
 And destined to the Tornielli rule, 
 When vengeance is demanded, he falls short ; 
 And cannot lift his hand against the face 
 Too beautiful, of Luigi's sister. Him 
 Easily he condemned to die at dawn, 
 Yet he would not complete the task imposed. 
 He wavers through the night, and will not act. 
 Now none hath been more faithful to his star 
 Than I, but I that star will follow not 
 If at the supreme hour we must be fooled. 
 You as you please will act : but now no more 
 Lean upon me to lead you as of old. 
 
 A Soldier. I will speak bolder than our 
 
 Captain. What 
 If he should be persuaded by this girl 
 To spare the brother's life } \_^ngry murmurs.^ 
 
 How do we stand ^ 
 Were ever soldiers on such errand fooled .'' 
 I say that on this very night, perhaps, 
 While here we stand, she hath persuaded him 
 To cancel the decree of death at dawn. 
 So is our march, our battery, our spoil 
 Made vain for ever : who henceforth will trust 
 A ruler palpably to beauty weak. 
 At mercy of red lips and drooping eyes } 
 Shall this man rule Siena } Never man
 
 SCI PIETRO OF SIENA 21 
 
 In all Siena will to this consent. 
 
 Pietro Tornielli can fight well, 
 
 Is not in courage backward, but this fault 
 
 Will leave him unsupported and alone. 
 
 \_Angry shouts and murmurs. 
 Anselmo. Friends, let us see what darkness 
 brings to light, 
 If then my apprehension be revealed, 
 Or worse, our comrades' fear ; at least at dawn 
 Let us assemble here : with knowledge then, 
 We our own way can take, e'en tho' it be 
 To assault the palace and slay Pietro. Speak ! 
 Is this agreed ? \Shouts. All drawing swords. 
 
 Anselmo, 'tis agreed. 
 \^rhe scene closes^^
 
 SCENE II 
 
 Scene. — An inner room of the palace ; with a 
 door communicating with a further room, which 
 is closed. A lamp is burning on the table. 
 The old nurse Caterina is seated near the 
 window with bowed head and in deep grief. 
 A knock is heard at the door. She hobbles 
 toward ity and opening it admits Montano. 
 
 MoNTANO. Signora Caterina ? 
 Caterina. That is I. 
 
 Montano. I see that you are broken down 
 with grief. 
 Give me your hand. [//<? leads her to a seat. 
 
 The reason of these tears 
 Is easily guessed. Luigi Gonzaga dies 
 With the first flush of day. This is the cause ^ 
 Caterina. Ah, sir, if my own son had then 
 to die, 
 I could not suffer more. I have no son ; 
 
 22
 
 sc. II PIETRO OF SIENA 23 
 
 But he took on him all the unborn child, 
 That never quickened in the might have been. 
 I have watched him as a gardener does a flower, 
 And seen him slowly grow into his strength. 
 Ah, who can say I had not pangs from him. 
 What he hath done I know not to deserve 
 So swift a death ; only that he must die 
 I know. [She breaks again into sobs. 
 
 MoNTANO. You know not yet. I bring 
 a hope. 
 
 Cater IN A. Oh, that he may be saved, may 
 be released ! 
 Sir, do not trifle with a soul so old. 
 Or play with cracking heart-strings ! 
 
 MoNTANo. I will not. 
 
 I come from Pietro Tornielli straight. 
 Where is your mistress } 
 
 Caterina. Dumb, and as the dead 
 
 Within she sits, fixed on the coming day. 
 
 MoNTANo. She, she alone can save him if 
 she will. 
 
 Caterina. [Stumbling to inner door.~\ Ah, 
 Gemma, Gemma ! 
 
 MoNTANO. [Taking her arm.'] Peace, and 
 sit you down. 
 To you I'll tell the terms of his release.
 
 24 PIETRO OF SIENA act ii 
 
 You then to her ; and she shall then decide. 
 Caterina. Terms ! but there are no terms 
 she will not give, 
 Life even ! 
 
 MoNTANo. Perhaps a harder thing is asked. 
 Caterina. Harder than life ! What is so 
 
 dear as breath .? 
 MoNTANO. To a woman one thing only. 
 
 [yf pause. 
 
 Caterina. Still I grope 
 
 In darkness. What can Gemma give more 
 
 dear 
 Than very life } 
 
 MoNTANO. More dear } her very soul. 
 Caterina. I seem to guess more clearly 
 
 now. You mean 
 
 Montano. I mean — for the night passes, 
 and already 
 Is little time for words — Lord Tornielli 
 Will spare the life of Luigi but to hold 
 His sister in his arms this very night. 
 Am I now plain enough .f* 
 
 Caterina. Aye — plain enough ! 
 
 Had it been life 
 
 Montano. It is not life he asks 
 
 Caterina. Oh, what a dreadful choice !
 
 sc. II PIETRO OF SIENA 25 
 
 MoNTANO. Yet on these terms, 
 
 And these alone can Luigi's life be spared. 
 Caterina. She will not do it, never, never, 
 
 never ! 
 
 MoNTANO. Still lay the chance before her : 
 see you how 
 Already the stars pale ; the time is short. 
 He from his dungeon watches how they pale. 
 You as a woman to another may, 
 With what authority and wisdom else 
 May prompt, disclose, and may at last persuade. 
 I'll leave you to her — then I will return 
 To know her verdict on her brother's life. 
 
 [Going, then returning. 
 Remember paling stars and coming sun ! 
 
 \Exit Mont AN o. 
 
 Caterina. Ah, God ! must I, this old and 
 shrunken voice 
 Use to persuade her white soul to this act } 
 She hath been filled with pity for the fallen, 
 Yet with that pity hath so loathed the cause. 
 So innocent and yet so understanding, 
 She hath been so gentle to those sinners, yet 
 Sick with abhorrence but to think their sin. 
 But, Luigi, any sacrifice for thee ! 
 Gemma, my child, Gemma. \She goes to door.
 
 26 PIETRO OF SIENA act ii 
 
 I must have word 
 A moment with you. 
 [Enter Gemma white and with a fixed movement. 
 
 One has left me but 
 A moment, who brought word from Tornielli. 
 Gemma. No word can ever reach my ear 
 but one, 
 And that one "death," "death," "death" 
 for evermore. 
 Caterina. Gemma, sit here, and I will 
 kneel and lay 
 My old face in your lap. 
 
 Gemma. As I how oft 
 
 Have laid my face, old nurse, down in your 
 
 lap, 
 Dreaming, to hear thee tell of fairyland. 
 But, ah, no fairyland is with us now ! 
 But life, how grey and cruel — ah, and death ! 
 Caterina. Do not start from me, nor 
 fall swooning down, 
 
 At that I have to say — Luigi 
 
 Gemma. O listen ! 
 
 Do you not hear the stones down on him 
 falling } 
 Caterina. It is not yet resolved that he 
 shall die.
 
 sc. II PIETRO OF SIENA 27 
 
 Gemma. What, what ! Have I gripped 
 your arm too fast ? Yet speak ! 
 This is some foolish comfort, shallow thought, 
 To ease me for a moment. Why, I heard 
 Pietro Tornielli — and to me 
 He spoke — declare aloud the doom of death. 
 Caterina. He did so ; but he may repent 
 
 him yet. 
 Gemma. But what hath chanced in these 
 brief hours to change 
 A state decree ? How is he sudden white 
 Who then so black was, — hath he been re-tried 
 All in a moment ? Ah, toy not with hope. 
 Caterina. I tell you, Luigi's life may yet 
 
 be spared. 
 Gemma. By whom then, how ? Who holds 
 
 the scales so fine.'' 
 Caterina. You ! 
 Gemma. [Starting up.'] I ! how should I 
 
 save him .'' 
 Caterina. Can you not 
 
 A little guess and save my speech o'er rough ? 
 Did you not mark then Tornielli's glance ^ 
 How in his speech he stumbled, while on you 
 His eyes were anchored : how, alarmed, his host 
 Cried out against delay and for thy life.
 
 28 PIETRO OF SIENA act ii 
 
 Gemma. [^Passing her hand over her hrow^ 
 
 Yes, I remember his eyes fixed on me. 
 Caterina. Now can you not conceive, and 
 
 realise ? 
 And I my face will turn away from you. 
 
 Gemma. Oh, now 1 see, and but this moment 
 
 since 
 I have gulped down such a draught of this 
 
 world's cup 
 As leaves me shivering, and to wind exposed. 
 This was the plan then ; like a beast, not man, 
 He would ensnare me for a fleshy hour, 
 Baiting the trap even with a brother's life. 
 You know, my Caterina, well you know 
 How I have loved my brother, if 'twere death, 
 That I would gladly suffer ; to expire. 
 And lose the sweet and music of this life. 
 All joy for ever to forego — for him. 
 Or if I must be stabbed, or poisoned — yes. 
 But this — not this ! He is not such a coward 
 That he would put his life into the scales 
 Against his sister's shame. I will not do it. 
 Oh, all the stars that muster in the heaven 
 Would cry on me with voices like to beams, 
 More awful in their silence to the soul. 
 I tell you. No, No ! And what more repels
 
 sc. II PIETRO OF SIENA 29 
 
 My soul is this — a trap laid for my soul. 
 Again I say, baited with brother's blood ! 
 I hate this man, I hate the mind that thought 
 This business out, this trader of the dark, 
 This burning merchant for a maiden's soul. 
 What should I be, old Caterina, what 
 For ever and for ever ^ They who went 
 To flame for faith, they went not for this cause, 
 And out of scorching flesh deserved the stars. 
 The girl who yields beneath a summer moon, 
 That I can understand ; but never a true woman 
 Made bargain with her body such as this. 
 There is my answer, now and for all time. 
 Caterina. Child, though I know what 
 
 sickens in your soul. 
 Still, when all's said or thought, is't not enough 
 To bring back Luigi from the grave .'' At dawn 
 Surely he dies. I as a woman speak. 
 Let this man vent his riot ; let the fool 
 Have his hot way, and suffer his embrace ! 
 Yours is the laugh by daybreak, and for ever. 
 Think, then, of Luigi freed ! The world is 
 
 wrong. 
 None catch perfection ; save your brother's life, 
 Spending an hour within those silly arms ! 
 What are his kisses, if the grave is foiled ?
 
 30 PIETRO OF SIENA act ii 
 
 Gemma. You, you persuade me to it ? 
 You who nursed 
 Both of us ; why is it, then, that a nurse holds 
 Dearer the boy than the girl ? he must be 
 
 spared. 
 She never ! 
 
 Caterina. What you do you do not do. 
 Gemma. Ah, woman, but our bodies are our 
 souls ! 
 
 [Enter Montano. 
 MoNTANO. Ah, Signorina ! Straightway 
 from my lord, 
 Pietro Tornielli, I have come, 
 In the strong hope that you will speak to him. 
 Gemma. What use so to pretend, and 
 gloze the truth .? 
 You know well why this gentleman desires 
 To see me ; on this errand you are sent. 
 Take back my answer, then, I will not come. 
 I loved and love my brother, but he must die. 
 Montano. Is he so well prepared ? And 
 can he launch 
 On such a voyage? What has been his life.? 
 His public faults this day were charged on him. 
 None of them he denied : his private lusts 
 Are through Siena sounded publicly.
 
 sc. II PIETRO OF SIENA 31 
 
 You, you alone cast his immortal soul 
 
 Before the conscious Judge, unripe and crude, 
 
 You, you alone can stay that dread assize. 
 
 \The hour strikes midnight. 
 The night wears out : and hearken how the 
 
 gong 
 With solemn syllables divides the night ! 
 He hears them from the dungeon, stroke on 
 
 stroke. 
 What is thy hour to his eternity ? 
 Gemma. Dead mother, tell me ! 
 Caterina. She to whom you cry 
 
 Remember was his mother. 
 
 Gemma. I will come. 
 
 \_She takes down an old dagger from the wall 
 and hides it in her bosom secretly. 
 Caterina, See, let me set this red rose on 
 
 your breast. 
 Gemma. Yes, yes, it is the colour of his 
 blood. 
 
 [MoNTANO motions the way out and he and 
 Gemma exeunt. 
 Caterina. Oh, only for his life ! for the 
 boy's life ! 
 Virgin in heaven, forgive me if I sinned !
 
 SCENE III 
 
 Scene. — Another room in the palace ; distant 
 music is heard^ and various flowers are set about. 
 PiETRo turning from giving directions meets 
 MoNTANO, who ushers in Gemma, then 
 immediately retires. 
 
 PiETRO. Ah, Signorina, you are come at 
 
 last! 
 Gemma. I have come as one adorned for 
 sacrifice. 
 Nothing omitted ; and this red flower see. 
 The symbol of a brother's blood ! 
 
 PiETRO. You think 
 
 Too gravely. 
 
 Gemma. Oh, too gravely .'' 
 PiETRO. We must take 
 
 What chance we can when beauty is the goal. 
 Gemma. You think, then, that this lure is 
 clever } 
 
 32
 
 sc. Ill PIETRO OF SIENA 33 
 
 PlETRO. No. 
 
 But by your face all right and wrong is dimmed. 
 Gemma. This is the game ; the stakes, a 
 
 brother's life 
 And a girl's soul ; with these, then, you can 
 
 play. 
 PiETRo. I see my chance but as a gambler 
 
 sees. 
 Gemma. You play with loaded dice, and 
 
 human too. 
 Listen ! I have come here to give myselt 
 To you to snatch a brother's life ; but think ! 
 Do I now for a moment give myself.^ 
 I give you ice for fire, and snow for flame ; 
 Your touch I loathe, and shudder to be touched ; 
 Your kisses have no sweetness but for him. 
 I but endure, and listen for the dawn ; 
 And when you clasp me to your breast, I see 
 Behind your phantom face a rising sun. 
 You shadow ! murmur, kiss, do what you will, 
 I have forgotten you for evermore ! 
 You ghost, with but the vantage of the grave, 
 O lover with cold murder on your lips, 
 Bridegroom whose gift is blood, whose dower 
 
 is death ! 
 Ah, what a tryst ! What moonlight ever saw 
 
 D
 
 34 PIETRO OF SIENA act ii 
 
 Such a forbidden rapture as is this ? 
 
 Then take me in your arms, but never me ! 
 
 Or kiss these lips where lips have ceased to 
 
 move. 
 Fool, can you understand in your wild blood 
 That never shall you reach me on these terms ? 
 How can you drink my beauty, if no soul 
 Makes the draught live ? You bargain for a 
 
 bliss, 
 But no bliss from a bargain ever came. 
 That bliss may be too sudden, may be slow, 
 Howe'er it come ; but it is thoughten wise. 
 Not planned, not calculated ; be it sin 
 Or fire of angels, not this way it comes, 
 Nor ever hath : now to thy lips I yield 
 My own, but with a cold laugh in my soul, 
 Or else in dreadful thought thy kiss I take. 
 Now thou art master ; thy brief hour demand ! 
 But had I loved thee, Pietro, not this way 
 Would I have clasped thee, but in sacred fire, 
 And then shouldst thou have tasted of deep 
 
 Hfe; 
 Then not of flesh, but of the endless soul. 
 But since this is so and this world endures, 
 
 [^fakhi^ the dagger from her breast. 
 Let Luigi die ! let him cease ! and I with him.
 
 sc. in PIETRO OF SIENA 35 
 
 PiETRo. [Snatching the dagger from her hand.'] 
 Gemma Gonzaga, can you not believe 
 Your words have shaken into me a soul ? 
 What was a furious sport proposed, is now 
 The mighty meaning of a changed life. 
 Oh, it is true, most true, that I had planned 
 To use the seat of justice for thy Hps. 
 So have I loved : not here nor there alone, 
 But everywhere pursuing my own prey. 
 So have I foiled my soldiers, and made vain 
 Cities besieged for lure of some fair face. 
 But now your revelation breaks on me ; 
 Even your sneer sublime and starry scorn 
 Has taken from my feet the under-world. 
 I would be what you say I cannot be : 
 Not with the ape-like wooing as of old, 
 But as a spirit suing thee through stars. 
 Gemma, here I discard the " whence " we came, 
 And I pursue the " whither " we are bound. 
 I'll lose thee not through too much lust of thee ; 
 Now if thou wouldst, I would not what I 
 
 dreamed. 
 I see a distant pleasure deeper far, 
 For, if you will, I'll wed you without pause ; 
 And with the light of children's faces we. 
 Not worse for this encounter, will deserve
 
 36 PIETRO OF SIENA act ii 
 
 The falling sunset and the coming star, 
 And you perhaps shall smilingly recall 
 This plunge for beauty which hath ended sweet. 
 Say, will you wed me — kiss me and speak not. 
 Gemma. I say no word but give to you my 
 lips. 
 But ah, my brother ! faint the dawn comes on. 
 But it is dawn. 
 
 PiETRO. [Sounding gong and zvriting.'\ Re- 
 lease on the instant Luigi Gonzaga, imprisoned 
 by my order in the prison of Faenza. 
 
 (Signed) Pietro Tornielli. 
 
 [y^ servant enters. 
 Ride with this and ride fast ! 
 \Kxit servant with the written order. 
 Now comes the golden morning on us two, 
 And never a drop of dew that she bestows 
 Is like unto that dew that falls from you. 
 Here is my fury ended and wild hours. 
 
 Gemma. I love you more than if your suit 
 had been 
 Pale, without fault, for I believe that he 
 Who once has wrongly burned can change that 
 
 fire 
 Into a radiance but to spirits clear. 
 
 \He kisses her as the curtain descends.
 
 ACT III 
 
 SUNRISE
 
 SCENE I 
 
 Scene. — The prison of Faenza ; Luigi alone. 
 The dawn is approaching. 
 
 Luigi. The dawn, the dawn ! Now when 
 all wakes to life, 
 I wake to death. When all revives, I die. 
 This freshness and the coming colour make 
 The faint grave worse. Oh, but to die at dawn ! 
 At midnight, yes ! but not when the world stirs, 
 When the Creator reassures the earth, 
 And reappears in balm out of the East. 
 Now I must give up life, now when the bird 
 Resumes its carol and the old music makes, 
 Now must I go to silence ; never there 
 The twitter of the brown bird in the leaves, 
 Nor rustle of foliage there, nor flushing sky, 
 
 [He rises and walks restlessly to and fro. 
 Now the bright river-fish leaps to the light. 
 Now creatures of the field bestir them, and speak 
 
 39
 
 40 PIETRO OF SIENA act in 
 
 With mellow sound in twilight of the farm, 
 And shrilly Chanticleer proclaims the day. 
 Now the rose lifts her from a weight of dew, 
 Or raises her red bosom from the rain, 
 And many a pale flower from dark ground 
 
 revives. 
 Not far away, so little a space away, 
 Many a garden freshened by night's cloud. 
 Suspires its various odours from the earth, 
 And Nature sighing from good sleep awakes. 
 The sea is conscious of the invisible orb, 
 Revisiting in glory her faint flood. 
 The stars are gone, and balm breaks on the 
 world. 
 
 [He sits again. 
 And in this moment I must yield my breath. 
 
 [Starting up again. 
 And now not only Nature shakes off^ sleep. 
 But now the labourer to the field repairs 
 To dig the sweet earth, or to clip the hedge. 
 Or through the furrow follow on the plough. 
 Now wakes the young wife, and but half-awake 
 Kisses the dreaming babe beside her laid, 
 While all her deep heart murmurs in its ear. 
 The soldier starts up to the trumpet-call ; 
 The shopman takes the shutter from the shop,
 
 sc. I PIETRO OF SIENA 41 
 
 And in the window carefully displays 
 His wares ; the trim girl unto market trips ; 
 And many a memory stares up at the sun. 
 And he who rides, and would the morning take, 
 To saddle springs, or he the morning dew 
 On foot meets gladly ; sweetly comes the day 
 To the sea-weary, watchers stung with brine ; 
 News of the absent to the bed is brought, 
 Letters from children in a world far-off. 
 And whether sad or sweet the world awake, 
 Whirls with a million graves about the sun. 
 Life, life begins ! And I this hour must die. 
 
 [Still walking to and fro. 
 And who knows that we cease who seem to 
 cease ? 
 
 If I must answer, ere the dawn is full. 
 
 For all my faults and folly, and to whom ? 
 
 Haled before him who made us ; or to view 
 
 A heavy river rolling amid souls. 
 
 Or to remember in an outer dark. 
 
 Life ! life ! I cannot die, I dare not die, 
 
 And yonder cloud is slowly reddening ! 
 
 She, too, she comes not, though she heard my 
 fate ; 
 
 I am by all deserted and bereft. 
 
 O Gemma, sister, you, you then at least
 
 42 PIETRO OF SIENA act hi 
 
 Might for the last time round me throw your 
 
 arms, 
 Giving the extreme kiss before my doom ; 
 But I must go to what I fear alone. 
 
 [yf knock is heard at the door. Enter the 
 Jailor, accompanied by the Execu- 
 tioner and an Assistant. 
 Jailor. Luigi Gonzaga, are you now pre- 
 pared 
 Or will you see a priest, and in his ear 
 Confess and with a lighter bosom die } 
 
 Luigi. Is not my sister here ? has she not 
 sent 
 A word, a little word ^ I cannot think 
 That she will let me die in such a silence. 
 
 Jailor. She is not here, and she has sent no 
 
 word. 
 Luigi. Oh, but she might ! It is not yet 
 too late. 
 Give me a little more of time to breathe ; 
 She would not let me perish who so long 
 Has grown with me and loved me : I but ask 
 A little space to see her once, or hear 
 Her voice — is this unnatural ? if 'twere 
 One to whom passion drew me, even thus 
 Leave would be given, but my sister, sure
 
 sc. t PIETRO OF SIENA 43 
 
 You'll not refuse to me a brief delay. 
 
 Jailor. I have no order, and I have no 
 leave 
 To grant delay : immediate is my task, 
 And theirs who now await you. 
 
 LuiGi. Grant me then 
 
 A cup of wine : this is allowed ; then, then 
 I'll make no more delay : a cup of wine. 
 The last cup ! 
 
 Jailor. You shall have this ; but no more 
 Then can you tarry, or by force we bear you 
 To execution. [To Assistant.] Fetch a cup 
 of wine. [E'^c// Assistant. 
 
 LuiGi. I cannot think why Gemma all this 
 while 
 Holds off from me ; she surely, if none else, 
 Would say farewell ; ah, strange her silence is. 
 \^Enter Assistant with cup ofwine^ which 
 he gives into the hands (?/" Luigi. 
 Now for the last time do I taste of thee. 
 Juice of the grape ; I drink my final cup. 
 
 [He drinks. 
 Ah, but the joy of life from this last draught 
 Runs stronger through my veins, and takes my 
 
 heart. 
 And now than ever more impossible
 
 44 PIETRO OF SIENA act hi 
 
 It seems to die ; I cannot, will not cease, 
 With this red liquor dancing thro' my blood. 
 If you must kill me, it must be by force, 
 I'll not be tamely haled by you along. 
 But ah, can you not spare me a short while ; 
 Look, I have money ; you, all three of you. 
 Shall live at ease if only I may breathe ; 
 Then hide me in this dungeon, and give out 
 That I am dead, I will reward you well. 
 You have no grudge against me ; one of you 
 Hide me and take the price ! 
 
 Jailor. Seize him at once. 
 
 Bear him without, and as the law enjoins, 
 Do with him : we have heard enough of speech, 
 I will not lose my office for soft talk. 
 Executioner. Nor I. 
 Assistant. Nor I. 
 
 Jailor. Then bear him quickly out ! 
 
 \^rhey advance on Luigi and seize him^ when 
 there is heard approaching the galloping 
 sound of a horse s hoofs. 
 Luigi. Listen ! a horse's hoofs, and here 
 they stop ! 
 
 \There is a commotion outside and a 
 Messenger rushes in breathless with 
 a paper.
 
 sc. I PIETRO OF SIENA 45 
 
 Messenger. This from Pietro Tornielli, 
 straight 
 Despatched. 
 
 Jailor. [Opening and reading.'] Gonzaga, 
 
 you are free forthwith. 
 LuiGi. Free, free ! 
 
 Jailor. We have no further leave to keep 
 you, 
 There is the door — and there the world again. 
 LuiGi. But, but ! 
 
 Jailor. The reason of this freedom find 
 
 Without these walls, we have but to obey. 
 
 LuiGi. And yet I cannot 
 
 [A further noise without^ then Pulci and 
 Carlo rush into the prison. 
 Pulci. Luigi, you are freed. 
 
 So much we heard and from the horseman 
 learned. 
 [Exeunt the Executioner and Assistant. 
 Jailor. I wish you well, sir. What 1 said 
 I said 
 Because it is my office — fare you well. 
 
 Luigi. But I am lost in this — farewell, good 
 fellow. 
 
 [Exit Jailor. 
 And you two have no joy in those your eyes ;
 
 46 PIETRO OF SIENA act iii 
 
 We have been friends — how long ? Yet you 
 
 run hither, 
 Bringing me life and news of liberty, 
 With no wild word or clasp of sudden hand. 
 Nor steady grip, nor look of eye to eye. 
 Well, I am freed — ah, God ! — I should rejoice ! 
 Thou soaring sun, I come to thee again 
 To revel in thy splendour ! I am given 
 Back once again to colour and the dew. 
 Well, let us quit this place; come, come, my 
 
 friends. 
 Yet, yet — again I say you seem to grieve 
 That I am snatched thus from the dismal grave. 
 Is my life hateful to you thus restored ? 
 Speak, men, speak ! There is some lurking cause 
 For such a funeral greeting from the tomb. 
 You, Carlo, if not Pulci, speak straight out ! 
 Carlo. Luigi, you cannot think we are not 
 
 glad. 
 We two of all Siena, to behold you 
 Now freed, and passing to the outer air. 
 
 Luigi. Yet still I say that something lurks 
 
 behind. 
 And I myself am not less guilty now 
 Than when committed — what my crimes were 
 
 then
 
 sc. I PIETRO OF SIENA 47 
 
 Are now my crimes no less — yet I am freed. 
 
 PuLCi. Luigi, the prison door is open now 
 Because your sister in the deep of night, 
 So is it said, for your sake yielded her 
 To Pietro Tornielli. 
 
 Luigi. Ah, my God ! 
 
 No, no, I'll not take life upon these terms. 
 I am shaken through all my being, I am changed ; 
 Where once I cowered, now I cower no more. 
 She, she — she knew I would not have this 
 
 bargain. 
 Now I will put my freedom to some use. 
 Call up our friends, however few they be, 
 And I will storm the palace and demand 
 My death — I'll ask it as a boon, as once 
 Life I demanded. Ah, I loathe to breathe, 
 And the great sun Is blackening in the heaven. 
 Come with me, come ! 
 
 PuLCi. Some friends we have without 
 
 Already, more will join us as we go. 
 
 Luigi. On to the palace ! on ! And let me 
 die!
 
 SCENE II 
 
 Scene. — A hall in the palace of the Gonzaga. 
 There is a sound of mutiny outside^ and as the 
 curtain rises Anselmo breaks in accompanied 
 by others of the troops^ while sullen shouts are 
 heard from outside. 
 
 Anselmo. He is not here, he spends the 
 hours with her ; 
 Sirs, let us force these doors and slay the man 
 Who has betrayed us for a woman's eyes. 
 My sword is drawn! 
 
 Another. And mine. 
 
 Another. We'll follow you. 
 
 \Enter Pietro. 
 
 PiETRo. Now, sirs ! 
 
 Anselmo. Pietro Tornielli, we 
 
 Have heard a rumour thro' Siena flying 
 
 That not alone the sister's life is spared. 
 
 But that, in hot desire for her, the brother 
 
 48
 
 sc. II PIETRO OF SIENA 49 
 
 Too you have spared whom we all heard 
 
 condemned 
 Out of your own mouth ! So, then, we must 
 
 fight. 
 And follow you through peril and through death, 
 Only at last to be confronted thus ; 
 Our swords are nothing 'gainst a lady's eyes. 
 Our faith is nothing 'gainst our leader's lust, 
 
 [^Angry murmurs. 
 Our services as air against her kiss. 
 Thus then I speak, and speaking speak for all — 
 Either we slay thee or we leave thee here 
 To riot and to passion and to wine. 
 But if I cannot for old memory 
 Plunge in thy heart this sword, I'll never draw 
 In such a cause again. I'll not be fooled, 
 
 \_Angry shouts. 
 To fight and find all lost at last for lust. 
 So, Tornielli, fare you well for ever. 
 
 [He is about to exit when Luici, after muck 
 commotion, bursts into the hall^ followed by 
 a retinue of followers. 
 LuiGi. Now, Pietro Tornielli, face to face 
 We stand. I owe my freedom to your will ; 
 I am set free — no cause assigned, but freed. 
 Why then ? My sister's honour !
 
 50 PIETRO OF SIENA act m 
 
 [Pointing to his sister. 
 And do you think 
 That for the madness of a night with her 
 Whom I have worshipped like the blessed saint, 
 Whose very tears were holy water, her blood 
 The very wine we drink not if we sin — 
 You think I'll take my life for such a fee ? 
 Oh, I was craven, I deny it not ; 
 Here was the chance, then, here the basest lure 
 Ever proposed within a woman's ear — 
 She should submit to you and I go free ! 
 No, death a thousand times, and death again ! 
 I'll not contaminate the air henceforth. 
 And all shall cry " See, Luigi walks abroad 
 Freed by his sister's soil ! " If you will fight, 
 Then let us fight and without pause, and now ; 
 If not, I give myself again to death. 
 
 \_A door is thrown open and Gemma comes 
 iny PiETRo taking her hand. 
 You, Gemma, though some may applaud this act, 
 I loathe you for it and for evermore. 
 Ah ! but perhaps it was no martyrdom ! 
 Perhaps the sacrifice came easily, 
 
 Perhaps 
 
 PiETRo. Enough is said. Now I will speak, 
 Luigi Gonzaga and Anselmo there.
 
 sen PIETRO OF SIENA 51 
 
 It is most true that what you here have charged 
 Against me I did plan and did intend. 
 
 \_Murmurs. 
 That fault is in my blood. But here I make 
 A holy oath, before all saints in heaven, 
 That she, this lady, stands by me untouched, 
 That she is pure as ever without spot. 
 Rather would she have killed me or herself 
 Than so submitted even for such a cause ; 
 But I, who have so played the game of love, 
 Am won to something nobler at the last : 
 To-day I make this lady my true wife. 
 
 Gemma. Luigi, I should have died ere this 
 I did. [Murmurs of astonishment. 
 
 PiETRO. Her brother, who has thus refused 
 his life, 
 Knowing the truth will not refuse it more. 
 A golden morning on us all descends, 
 And I foresee a golden morning wax 
 Into a deeper life between us two, 
 Bringing not bloodshed nor old enmity, 
 But on our houses and Siena peace. 
 
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