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    The Immortal Lure
    The Immortal Lure
    The Immortal Lure
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    The Immortal Lure

    By Cale Young Rice

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    PublisherArchive Classics
    Release dateNov 26, 2013
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      The Immortal Lure - Cale Young Rice

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      Title: The Immortal Lure

      Author: Cale Young Rice

      Release Date: July 4, 2011 [EBook #36609]

      Language: English

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      THE IMMORTAL LURE

      THE

      IMMORTAL LURE

      BY

      CALE YOUNG RICE

      AUTHOR OF

      A NIGHT IN AVIGNON, YOLANDA OF CYPRUS, CHARLES DI

      TOCCA, DAVID, MANY GODS, NOWANA DAYS, ETC.

      Garden City        New York

      DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY

      MCMXI

      ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF TRANSLATION

      INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES, INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN

      COPYRIGHT, 1911, BY CALE YOUNG RICE

      PUBLISHED, FEBRUARY, 1911

      THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS, GARDEN CITY, NEW YORK

      ----infinite passion and pain

      Of finite hearts that yearn

      CONTENTS

      GIORGIONE

      CHARACTERS

      GIORGIONE

      Scene: A work-room of Giorgione on the edge of the Lagoon in which lie the Campo Santo and Murano. It is littered with brushes, canvases, casts, etc., and its walls are frescoed indiscriminately with saints and bacchantes, satyrs and Madonnas, on backgrounds religious or woodland. A door is on the right back; and foliate Gothic windows, in the rear, reveal the magic water with its gliding gondolas. On a support toward the centre of the room is a picture—covered, and not far from it, a couch.

      Late Afternoon.

      Giorgione, who has been sitting anguished on the couch, rises with determined bitterness. As he does so, Bellini enters anxiously.

      Bellini. Giorgione!

      Giorgione (turning). It is you?

      Bellini. Your word came to me,

      In San Lazzario where I labored late,

      And shakes my troubled heart. You will not do this!

      Giorgione. Yes!

      Bellini. How my son! her picture! as a wanton's!

      Giorgione. Tho it has been till now my adoration!

      The fairest of my dreams and the most holy!

      Yes, by the virtue of all honest women,

      If such there be in Venice,

      I swear it shall be borne by ribald hands

      Thro the very streets.

      Bellini. My son!

      Giorgione. A public thing!

      [Points to picture.

      Fit for the most lascivious! who now

      Shall gaze on what I had beheld alone,

      On what was purer to me than the Virgin!

      The very pimps and panders of the Piazza

      Shall if they will whet appetite upon it,

      And smack their losel lips.

      Bellini. And to what end?

      Giorgione. Her shame!

      Bellini. The deeds of wounded pride and love

      Work not so, but fall back upon the doer—

      Or on some other.

      Giorgione. I care not!

      Bellini. Nor have,

      Ever, to heed me! as Aretino,

      Who turns your praise to Titian, has told.

      For your wild will runs ever without curb,

      And I who reared you, as my very own,

      Must pay the fall.

      Giorgione. No!

      Bellini. And the piety

      I would have won you to in the past days

      Is wasted. The Madonnas

      I painted with a heart inspired of Heaven

      You paint with pride.

      Giorgione. But with all gratitude!

      Ah yes, believe me,

      And with a rich remembrance!

      For scarce oblivion could wipe from me

      How as a wasted lad I came to Venice—

      A miserable, patched and pallid waif,

      With but an eye to see and hand to shape!

      You took me from the streets and taught me all

      The old can teach the young, until my name

      Is high in Venice—

      Linked with that of Beauty—

      Giorgione! our Giorgione! do they cry

      On the canals, the very gondoliers.

      And in a little while it should have glowed

      Immortal on the breast of Italy,

      As does Apelles on the page of Greece,

      For I was half-divine, until——

      Bellini. Until

      A girl whom you had fixed your heart upon

      With boundless folly, you who should have lived

      With but one passion—that of brain and brush—

      Until she——

      Giorgione. Say it!

      Bellini. This Isotta——

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