The Duchess of Padua Part 12

I would not have you either stay or go; For if you stay you steal my love from me, And if you go you take my love away.

Guido, though all the morning stars could sing They could not tell the measure of my love.

I love you, Guido.

GUIDO

[stretching out his hands]

Oh, do not cease at all; I thought the nightingale sang but at night; Or if thou needst must cease, then let my lips Touch the sweet lips that can such music make.

d.u.c.h.eSS

To touch my lips is not to touch my heart.

GUIDO

Do you close that against me?

d.u.c.h.eSS

Alas! my lord, I have it not: the first day that I saw you I let you take my heart away from me; Unwilling thief, that without meaning it Did break into my fenced treasury And filch my jewel from it! O strange theft, Which made you richer though you knew it not, And left me poorer, and yet glad of it!

GUIDO

[clasping her in his arms]

O love, love, love! Nay, sweet, lift up your head, Let me unlock those little scarlet doors That shut in music, let me dive for coral In your red lips, and I'll bear back a prize Richer than all the gold the Gryphon guards In rude Armenia.

d.u.c.h.eSS

You are my lord, And what I have is yours, and what I have not Your fancy lends me, like a prodigal Spending its wealth on what is nothing worth.

[Kisses him.]

GUIDO

Methinks I am bold to look upon you thus: The gentle violet hides beneath its leaf And is afraid to look at the great sun For fear of too much splendour, but my eyes, O daring eyes! are grown so venturous That like fixed stars they stand, gazing at you, And surfeit sense with beauty.

d.u.c.h.eSS

Dear love, I would You could look upon me ever, for your eyes Are polished mirrors, and when I peer Into those mirrors I can see myself, And so I know my image lives in you.

GUIDO

[taking her in his arms]

Stand still, thou hurrying orb in the high heavens, And make this hour immortal! [A pause.]

d.u.c.h.eSS

Sit down here, A little lower than me: yes, just so, sweet, That I may run my fingers through your hair, And see your face turn upwards like a flower To meet my kiss.

Have you not sometimes noted, When we unlock some long-disused room With heavy dust and soiling mildew filled, Where never foot of man has come for years, And from the windows take the rusty bar, And fling the broken shutters to the air, And let the bright sun in, how the good sun Turns every grimy particle of dust Into a little thing of dancing gold?

Guido, my heart is that long-empty room, But you have let love in, and with its gold Gilded all life. Do you not think that love Fills up the sum of life?

GUIDO

Ay! without love Life is no better than the unhewn stone Which in the quarry lies, before the sculptor Has set the G.o.d within it. Without love Life is as silent as the common reeds That through the marshes or by rivers grow, And have no music in them.

d.u.c.h.eSS

Yet out of these The singer, who is Love, will make a pipe And from them he draws music; so I think Love will bring music out of any life.

Is that not true?

GUIDO

Sweet, women make it true.

There are men who paint pictures, and carve statues, Paul of Verona and the dyer's son, Or their great rival, who, by the sea at Venice, Has set G.o.d's little maid upon the stair, White as her own white lily, and as tall, Or Raphael, whose Madonnas are divine Because they are mothers merely; yet I think Women are the best artists of the world, For they can take the common lives of men Soiled with the money-getting of our age, And with love make them beautiful.

d.u.c.h.eSS

Ah, dear, I wish that you and I were very poor; The poor, who love each other, are so rich.

GUIDO

Tell me again you love me, Beatrice.

d.u.c.h.eSS

[fingering his collar]

How well this collar lies about your throat.

[LORD MORANZONE looks through the door from the corridor outside.]

GUIDO

Nay, tell me that you love me.

d.u.c.h.eSS

I remember, That when I was a child in my dear France, Being at Court at Fontainebleau, the King Wore such a collar.

GUIDO

Will you not say you love me?

d.u.c.h.eSS

[smiling]

He was a very royal man, King Francis, Yet he was not royal as you are.

Why need I tell you, Guido, that I love you?

[Takes his head in her hands and turns his face up to her.]

Do you not know that I am yours for ever, Body and soul?

[Kisses him, and then suddenly catches sight of MORANZONE and leaps up.]

Oh, what is that? [MORANZONE disappears.]