[_Exit_.
LADY GIOVANNA.
His falcon, and I come to ask for his falcon, The pleasure of his eyes--boast of his hand-- Pride of his heart--the solace of his hours-- His one companion here--nay, I have heard That, thro" his late magnificence of living And this last costly gift to mine own self, [_Shows diamond necklace_.
He hath become so beggar"d, that his falcon Ev"n wins his dinner for him in the field.
That must be talk, not truth, but truth or talk, How can I ask for his falcon?
[_Rises and moves as she speaks_.
O my sick boy!
My daily fading Florio, it is thou Hath set me this hard task, for when I say What can I do--what can I get for thee?
He answers, "Get the Count to give me his falcon, And that will make me well." Yet if I ask, He loves me, and he knows I know he loves me!
Will he not pray me to return his love-- To marry him?--(_pause_)--I can never marry him.
His grandsire struck my grandsire in a brawl At Florence, and my grandsire stabb"d him there.
The feud between our houses is the bar I cannot cross; I dare not brave my brother, Break with my kin. My brother hates him, scorns The n.o.blest-natured man alive, and I-- Who have that reverence for him that I scarce Dare beg him to receive his diamonds back-- How can I, dare I, ask him for his falcon?
[_Puts diamonds in her casket_.
_Re-enter_ COUNT _and_ FILIPPO. COUNT _turns to_ FILIPPO.
COUNT.
Do what I said; I cannot do it myself.
FILIPPO.
Why then, my lord, we are pauper"d out and out.
COUNT.
Do what I said! [_Advances and bows low_.
Welcome to this poor cottage, my dear lady.
LADY GIOVANNA.
And welcome turns a cottage to a palace.
COUNT.
"Tis long since we have met!
LADY GIOVANNA.
To make amends I come this day to break my fast with you.
COUNT.
I am much honour"d--yes-- [_Turns to_ FILIPPO.
Do what I told thee. Must I do it myself?
FlLIPPO.
I will, I will. (_Sighs_.) Poor fellow!
[_Exit_.
COUNT.
Lady, you bring your light into my cottage Who never deign"d to shine into my palace.
My palace wanting you was but a cottage; My cottage, while you grace it, is a palace.
LADY GIOVANNA.
In cottage or in palace, being still Beyond your fortunes, you are still the king Of courtesy and liberality.
COUNT.
I trust I still maintain my courtesy; My liberality perforce is dead Thro" lack of means of giving.
LADY GIOVANNA.
Yet I come To ask a gift. [_Moves toward him a little_.
COUNT.
It will be hard, I fear, To find one shock upon the field when all The harvest has been carried.
LADY GIOVANNA.
But my boy-- (_Aside_.) No, no! not yet--I cannot!
COUNT.
Ay, how is he, That bright inheritor of your eyes--your boy?
LADY GIOVANNA.
Alas, my Lord Federigo, he hath fallen Into a sickness, and it troubles me.
COUNT.
Sick! is it so? why, when he came last year To see me hawking, he was well enough: And then I taught him all our hawking-phrases.
LADY GIOVANNA.
Oh yes, and once you let him fly your falcon.
COUNT.
How charm"d he was! what wonder?--A gallant boy, A n.o.ble bird, each perfect of the breed.
LADY GIOVANNA (_sinks in chair_).
What do you rate her at?
COUNT.
My bird? a hundred Gold pieces once were offer"d by the Duke.
I had no heart to part with her for money.
LADY GIOVANNA.
No, not for money.
[COUNT _turns away and sighs_.
Wherefore do you sigh?
COUNT.
I have lost a friend of late.
LADY GIOVANNA.
I could sigh with you For fear of losing more than friend, a son; And if he leave me--all the rest of life-- That wither"d wreath were of more worth to me.
[_Looking at wreath on wall_.
COUNT.
That wither"d wreath is of more worth to me Than all the blossom, all the leaf of this New-wakening year. [_Goes and takes down wreath_.