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THE DUCHESS OF PADUA
THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY
Simone Gesso, Duke of Padua
Beatrice, his Wife
Andreas Pollajuolo, Cardinal of Padua
Maffio Petrucci, }
Jeppo Vitellozzo, } Gentlemen of the Duke's Household
Taddeo Bardi, }
Guido Ferranti, a Young Man
Ascanio Cristofano, his Friend
Count Moranzone, an Old Man
Bernardo Cavalcanti, Lord Justice of Padua
Hugo, the Headsman
Lucy, a Tire woman
Servants, Citizens, Soldiers, Monks, Falconers with their hawks and
dogs, etc.
Place: Padua
Time: The latter half of the Sixteenth Century
Style of Architecture: Italian, Gothic and Romanesque.
THE SCENES OF THE PLAY
ACT I. The Market Place of Padua (25 minutes).
ACT II. Room in the Duke's Palace (36 minutes).
ACT III. Corridor in the Duke's Palace (29 minutes).
ACT IV. The Hall of Justice (31 minutes).
ACT V. The Dungeon (25 minutes).
ACT I
SCENE
The Market Place of Padua at noon; in the background is the great
Cathedral of Padua; the architecture is Romanesque, and wrought in
black and white marbles; a flight of marble steps leads up to the
Cathedral door; at the foot of the steps are two large stone lions;
the houses on each aide of the stage have coloured awnings from
their windows, and are flanked by stone arcades; on the right of
the stage is the public fountain, with a triton in green bronze
blowing from a conch; around the fountain is a stone seat; the bell
of the Cathedral is ringing, and the citizens, men, women and
children, are passing into the Cathedral.
[Enter GUIDO FERRANTI and ASCANIO CRISTOFANO.]
ASCANIO
Now by my life, Guido, I will go no farther; for if I walk another
step I will have no life left to swear by; this wild-goose errand
of yours!
[Sits down on the step of the fountain.]
GUIDO
I think it must be here. [Goes up to passer-by and doffs his cap.]
Pray, sir, is this the market place, and that the church of Santa
Croce? [Citizen bows.] I thank you, sir.
ASCANIO
Well?
GUIDO
Ay! it is here.
ASCANIO
I would it were somewhere else, for I see no wine-shop.
GUIDO
[Taking a letter from his pocket and reading it.] 'The hour noon;
the city, Padua; the place, the market; and the day, Saint Philip's
Day.'
ASCANIO
And what of the man, how shall we know him?
GUIDO
[reading still] 'I will wear a violet cloak with a silver falcon
broidered on the shoulder.' A brave attire, Ascanio.
ASCANIO
I'd sooner have my leathern jerkin. And you think he will tell you
of your father?
GUIDO
Why, yes! It is a month ago now, you remember; I was in the
vineyard, just at the corner nearest the road, where the goats used
to get in, a man rode up and asked me was my name Guido, and gave
me this letter, signed 'Your Father's Friend,' bidding me be here
to-day if I would know the secret of my birth, and telling me how
to recognise the writer! I had always thought old Pedro was my
uncle, but he told me that he was not, but that I had been left a
child in his charge by some one he had never since seen.
ASCANIO
And you don't know who your father is?
GUIDO
No.
ASCANIO
No recollection of him even?
GUIDO
None, Ascanio, none.
ASCANIO
[laughing] Then he could never have boxed your ears so often as my
father did mine.
GUIDO
[smiling] I am sure you never deserved it.
ASCANIO
Never; and that made it worse. I hadn't the consciousness of guilt
to buoy me up. What hour did you say he fixed?
GUIDO
Noon. [Clock in the Cathedral strikes.]
ASCANIO
It is that now, and your man has not come. I don't believe in him,
Guido. I think it is some wench who has set her eye at you; and,
as I have followed you from Perugia to Padua, I swear you shall
follow me to the nearest tavern. [Rises.] By the great gods of
eating, Guido, I am as hungry as a widow is for a husband, as tired
as a young maid is of good advice, and as dry as a monk's sermon.
Come, Guido, you stand there looking at nothing, like the fool who
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