A soul's tragedy : part first, being what was called the poetry of Chiappino's life ; and part second, its prose
| dc.contributor | Karlin, D |
| dc.contributor.author | Browning, Robert, 1812-1889 |
| dc.coverage.placeName | London |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2018-07-27 |
| dc.date.accessioned | 2019-07-04T09:54:21Z |
| dc.date.available | 2019-07-04T09:54:21Z |
| dc.date.created | 1846 |
| dc.date.issued | 1991-01-11 |
| dc.identifier | ota:1421 |
| dc.identifier.citation | http://purl.ox.ac.uk/ota/1421 |
| dc.identifier.uri | http://hdl.handle.net/20.500.12024/1421 |
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| dc.language | English |
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| dc.publisher | University of Oxford |
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| dc.subject.lcsh | Plays -- Great Britain -- 19th century |
| dc.title | A soul's tragedy : part first, being what was called the poetry of Chiappino's life ; and part second, its prose |
| dc.type | Text |
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| otaterms.date.range | 1800-1899 |
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A SOUL'S TRAGEDY
part first, being what was called the poetry of chiappino's
life: and part second, its prose.
Part I.
Inside Luitolfo's house at Faenza.
Chiappino, Eulalia.
Eulalia. What is it keeps Luitolfo? Night's fast falling,
And 'twas scarce sunset ... had the Ave-bell
Sounded before he sought the Provost's House?
I think not: all he had to say would take
5 Few minutes, such a very few, to say!
How do you think, Chiappino? If our lord
The Provost were less friendly to your friend
Than everybody here professes him,
I should begin to tremble��should not you?
10 Why are you silent when so many times
I turn and speak to you?
Chiappino. That's good!
Eulalia. You laugh?
Chiappino. Yes. I had fancied nothing that bears price
In the whole . . .
