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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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    DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "The Immortal Lure" by Cale Young Rice. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateSep 16, 2022
    ISBN8596547371427
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      The Immortal Lure - Cale Young Rice

      Cale Young Rice

      The Immortal Lure

      EAN 8596547371427

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      Cover

      Titlepage

      Text

      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

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