Poems of Emma Lazarus. Vol. I, narrative, lyric and dramatic [electronic text]
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Poems of Emma Lazarus. Vol. I, narrative, lyric and dramatic [electronic text]
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Lazarus, Emma, 1849-1887
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Boston ; New York: Houghton Mifflin and Company
1889
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SCENE I.
A Room in DON TOMMASO'S House. ANNICCA discovered, attired in mourning. Enter DON TOMMASO.
DON TOMMASO.
If he still live, now shall we hear of him.The news I learn will lure him from his covert,Where'er it lie, to pardon or avenge.
ANNICCA
(eagerly).
What news? What cheer, Tommaso?
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DON TOMMASO.
Meagre cheer,But tidings that break through our slow suspense,Like the first thunder-clap in sultry air.Don John sets sail from Sicily, to wedA Princess chosen by the King. Maria —
ANNICCA.
Talk not of her — I know her not; her nameWill sear thy tongue. Think'st thou, in truth, this newsWill draw my father from his hiding-place?No — teach me not to hope . Within my heartA sure voice tells me he is dead. Not hisThe spirit to drag out a shameful life,To shrink from honest eyes, to sink his browUnto the dust, here where he wore his crown.Thou knowest him. Have I not cause to mournUncomforted, that he, the first of fathers,Self-murdered — nay, child-murdered — Oh, Tommaso,I would fare barefoot to the ends of the earthTo look again upon his living face,See in his eyes the light of love restored —Not blasting me with lightnings as before —To kneel to him, to solace him, to win
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For mine own head, yoked in my sister's curseThe blessing he refused me.
DON TOMMASO.
Well, take comfort; This grace may yet be thine.
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