PS 
 
 35fcJ7 
 

 -> 
 
 .<N^ 
 
 o " o ^ <;>_ 
 
 •^V '^'i' vv 
 
 .^'' % 
 
 
 ^^ %^'-fg^_^^ ^^-^-^yy V-:-:^'^^ 
 
 
 o V- 
 
 ,-!■=.. 
 
 
 
 
 V' 
 
 
 '•■ " %/ ' •^'- X.^*" .•>''^''^' 
 
 
 -.^^ 
 
 ,^' .' 
 
 
 
 s 
 
 V 
 
 
 V 
 
 
 
 
 •1 o 
 
 ^' ■'"' '"-' """ ,^\^°4>.%_ 
 
 ^^0^ 
 
 '^ ^^' .,. -^^ ' 
 
 o V 
 
 
 /-% --ims /'-r.^ '^^m' /"% ■■: 
 
 ^^^ 
 
 .->» 
 
 
 
 
 V/ . 5 * • / ^ 
 
 iO- ..'•° 
 
 % 
 
 . * .■\ 
 
 
 o^ ♦ = . ' . • 
 
 
 
 
 o V 
 
 
 
 ^. 
 
 .\^ 
 
 V-' 
 
 
 
 0°\ 
 
 
 \ 
 
 \^ 
 
 
 •^^ 
 
 
 
 A <* 
 
 
 ,0' 
 
 -0' 
 
 O 
 
 A 
 
 A^ 
 
 <^ 
 
 -^■'->''^ 
 
 
 ^•^ 
 
 
 xo-n^ 
 
 ■y 
 
 .0' 
 
 
 ,/.. 
 
 ^0 
 
 
 
 .0' 
 
 "•^„ 
 
 .V 
 
 ^o. 
 
 
 
 ^■«^.% /■.■•i---.% ^.^--^^-.^ /.••i:»-- 
 
 .sT , » " » , "V 
 
 5.^ -?> 
 
 0' .. "-' "^ 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 >^ ^ , ,..- ... .. ■^, 
 
 
 
 ^^ A-^ ►.'S..^„V 
 
 

 ,%• 
 
 
 .■i. 
 
 
 *b a 
 
 
 
 
 
 '0> <^ 
 
 ■^-0^ 
 .-!'=. 
 
 
 
 
 C 
 
 °o 
 
 .-N'' 
 
 
 . \^ 
 
 V 
 
 
 ^^' 
 
 
 
 -■^^■i;^ 
 
 •^^o'^- 
 
 .<^^.. 
 
 <^. 
 
 "-> 
 
 „t 
 
 
 .^^^^ ^CJp:'* .^ 
 
 
 '^o 
 
 
 ,0^ 
 
 
 
 ^\ -i^. 'Ao 
 
 ■*: 
 
 ■\ 
 
 '^:sm^^ 
 
 
 - .0' 
 
 
 if. ■■■■>■ <^ <v ■ 
 
 
 o 
 
 .0 
 
 
 ■i- 
 
 ■y- 
 
 
 
 -iV 
 
 0' » 
 
 -^, 
 
 '> 
 
 ,>:J'' 
 
 «. 
 
 ■.'■O^ 
 
 .•^'=^ 
 
 o V 
 
 .^• 
 
 -X;r,vN^^/;-' x^-';^ 
 
 ,v^ .0^ 
 
 >-^' 
 
 .A^-^-. 
 
 "^-r> 
 
 ,0" 
 
 A^ 
 
 .-^ 
 
 
 
 "^, 
 
 -P 
 
 J' ^ 
 
 
 ■.-,fM1 '^•'^^ 
 
 ■Of, /-. ' •' ' 
 
 
 
 
 
 ■^^ '>.' 
 
 ", . ' .^' 
 
 
 - 
 
 
 
 x>^^ 
 
 
 
 
 _ % 
 
 ■^ 
 
 
 1 
 
 
 
 \</ 
 
 
 
 i ^^ 
 
 
 •-i 
 
 ''^• 
 
 
 
 
 . ■ 
 
 O 
 
 
 
 • o-^ 
 
 ^' v^-' 
 
 -" - "' '-^ 
 
 'X 
 
 ^' 
 
 ^ f^^~ 
 
 ^' -A^ 
 
 o 
 
 V 
 
 ?<. 
 
 "'^' 
 
 tr ' 
 
 •x^' 
 
 V. 
 
 .0- 
 
 
 r>^ 
 
 ./'.- 
 
 \.^- 
 'f'% 
 
 -o V" 
 ^«--^. 
 
 ■0^ 
 
 A~ 
 
 ..'t-' 
 
 V 
 
 'i-^. 
 
 -P 
 
 ■P 
 
 
 •X- ■;' 
 
 \- 
 
 ■:.".- ,0 
 
 
 o 
 
 x^-V 
 
 
 
 .-'^' 
 
 ■?> 
 
 './■■ . > 
 
 .'■V 
 
 ^ 1 
 
 v<- 
 
 
 ^ y.^ . ^-^^ 
 
 .^^^'H 
 
 
 ^0' 
 
 ■r 
 
 " ' 
 
 ■* 
 
 s><-^ 
 
 
 / 
 
 
 ..c,^ 
 
 "^V.. 
 
 J ,. 
 
 
 ,0 
 
 ,0 
 
 
 '''■ '■i: ^y 
 
 <". 
 
 ..^^ 
 
 .0' 
 
 1>. 
 
 ;■* . J. ,V ^ -P 
 
 -/' 
 
 3 y 
 
 <^^ 
 
 ^^. 
 
 ."- ■> 
 
 
 
 
 
 ^-^cts 
 
 0' ,.^ '- 'o 
 
 ■N^ 'C^ VV 
 
 •* ... - -P 
 
 -P 
 
 
 ^0- 
 
 ^, 
 
 
 ^^^-^. 
 
 
 
 <;■' 
 
 V 
 
 ^;. 
 
 ■s- .^/ 
 
 
 -^ .\V 
 
 -0^ 
 
 
 
 ■^^c^ 
 
 "o V" 
 ^^-'V 
 
 
 .0- 
 
 
 --v.^^ 
 
 <:• 
 
 V 
 
 N"^ 
 
 ,0- 
 
 V 
 
 s^^ 
 
 ..0" 
 
 -#■ 
 
 A'^ 
 
 .•.-i> 
 
 3 V 
 
 
 4^ 
 
 "■-T^ .S' ■ ■■■' "■ '> 
 
 ^ 
 
 ,v 
 
 
 .0^ 
 
 '"^■^^^ 
 
 
 
 -^.^0^ ; 
 
 
 
 
 
 ■ ^^. 
 
 A^' '^?*^^'' •% 
 
 A^ 
 
 
 
 ^-^ 
 
 ^.-0^ 
 
 V^ '^ , A:#^7y ■ 
 
 V 
 
 /-i-i ■ 
 
 
 "°. 
 
 ^•:JSs^. 
 
 .0-^ 
 
 '•p 
 
 .0' 
 
 '^. 
 
 <^^ 
 
 ■ ,{v\^?^^ .A, 
 
 
MAGHIAVELLI 
 
 A DRAMA 
 
 BY 
 
 FRANKLIN P. NORTON 
 
 Author of Six Dramas of American Romance 
 and History 
 
 The Secretary of State 
 
 Financier of New York 
 
 Abraham Lincoln, or The Rebellion 
 
 Otomis, tlie Indian of Mexico 
 
 The Third Tertn 
 
 King of Wall Street 
 
 For information regarding these plays, terms, etc., address 
 
 THE SCHULTE PRESS 
 132 East Twenty-third Street 
 
 New York, N. Y. 
 
 / 
 
Players Stage Parlance 
 
 "Technical names" used by dramatic players, to denote 
 the places for coming on. or going off, the "stage," and 
 for locations of, and movements of, players while on it. 
 
 These technical names, appear throughout this play 
 of "Machiavelli." in order to give the reader an object 
 lesson of their actual use; but ordinarily they are only 
 put in the manuscripts from which the players study their 
 parts. For the sake of brevity, these technical names 
 are always represented by their "initials" only. If at 
 any time you are in doubt about the meaning of these 
 "initials" you can refer to this table. 
 
 "Entrances" or "Exits" (for they are all the same) ol 
 the Theatre Stage, are designated as follows: 
 
 On the "Right" side of stage, there are 4 entrances or 
 exits — one through each of the three wings, and one back 
 of them called "upper." And on the "Left" side of stage, 
 there are 4 just the same. Here are the technical names: 
 
 Front of first wing. 
 Front of second wing. 
 Front of third wing, 
 riack of wings. 
 Front of first wing. 
 Front of second wing. 
 Front of third wing. 
 Back of wings. 
 
 Right 1 Entrance. 
 Right 2 Entrance. 
 Right 3 Entrance. 
 Right Upper Entrance. 
 Left 1 Entrance. 
 Left 2 Entrance. 
 Left 3 Entrance. 
 Left Upper Entrance. 
 
 Please bear in mind, that the "Right" and "Left" are 
 the right and left of the audience, and not of the players. 
 
 When the "Wings" are turned into "Walls" (the loca- 
 tion of the wings being still remembered) these very same 
 technical names are used to designate the entrances or 
 exits by "door" — excepting the "upper" which is now- 
 changed to "back" (meaning the back wall). The names 
 used for doors in this are as follows: 
 
 Back I Entrance. 
 Back 2 Entrance. 
 Back 3 Entrance. 
 
 In back wall, right side. 
 In back wall, centre. 
 In back wall, left side. 
 
 "Locations" and "Movements" of the players, while 
 "on" the stage are designated as follows: 
 
 The stage is occupied practically all the time, by a per- 
 son — persons — group — groups; any, or all of these at the 
 same time; and they are either on the stage when the cur- 
 tain goes up, (technically called "discovered") or they 
 come on afterwards. These players are "stationary" some- 
 times — "moving" sometimes — and sometimes both. Let lis 
 now mention the technical names used to denote their 
 "places" on the stage, and their "movements" from place 
 to place on it. 
 
 For this purpose the stage is divided into four "indefin- 
 ite points as follows; "down" — "up" — "right" — "left." 
 He comes "Down" — means that he comes to the foot- 
 lights. 
 He goes "Up"— means that he goes to the rear. 
 He crosses "Right" — means that he goes to the right. 
 He crosses "Left"— means that he goes to the left. 
 
 Besides these, there arc nine 
 follows: 
 
 Centre 1. — in the centre at footlights. 
 
 Centre 2. — in the centre of the stage. 
 
 Centre 3. — in the centre at rear. 
 
 Ri(;ht 1. — on the right at footlights. 
 
 R ht 2. — on the right at middle. 
 
 Right 3. — on the right at rear. 
 
 Left 1. — on the left at footlights. 
 
 Left 2.— on the left at middle. 
 
 Left 3. — on the left at rear. 
 
 'definite" points, as 
 
 He goes to "Centre I" (or whichever point may be used) 
 — means that he removes to that point. And "Centre 1" 
 (or whichever point may be used) put after a player's 
 name, or any article on the stage, means that the player, 
 or the article, stands at that point. 
 
 These names are also represented by their "initials" 
 only. 
 
 Alphabeticcd arrangement of the "Initials' 
 "technical names'' — for handy reference. 
 
 ENTRANCES AND EXITS. 
 
 of these 
 
 B. 1. E. for Back First F.ntrance — in back, wall right 
 
 side. 
 
 E. " Back Second Entrance — in back wall, centre. 
 
 E. " Back Third Entrance — in back wall, left 
 
 side. 
 
 E. " Left First Entrance — front of first wing. 
 
 E. " Left Second Entrance — front of second 
 , wing. 
 
 E. " Left Third Entrance — front of third wing. 
 
 E. " Left Upper Entrance — back of wings. 
 
 E. " Right First Entrance — front of first wing. 
 
 E. " Right Second Entrance — front of second 
 
 wing. 
 
 E. " Right Third Entrance— front of third wing. 
 
 E. " Right Upper Entrance — back of wings. 
 
 B. 2. 
 B. 3. 
 
 L. 1. 
 L. 2. 
 
 L. 3. 
 I.. U. 
 R. 1. 
 R. 2. 
 
 R. 3. 
 R. U. 
 
 iD 418GS 
 
 Whether the stage is set with "wings" or "walls" can 
 be determined, by reference to the descrijnive matter at 
 the beginning of each scene. 
 
 LOCATION AND MOVEMENTS. 
 
 U. for Down — at the footlights. 
 
 L. " Left— at the left side. 
 
 R. " Right— at the right side. , 
 
 U. " Up — at the rear. 
 
 C. 1. " Centre One— in the centre at footlights. 
 
 C. 2. " Centre Two — in the centre of stage. 
 
 C. 3. " Centre Three— in the centre at rear. 
 
 L. 1. " Left One— on the left at footlights. 
 
 L. 2. " Left Two— on the left at middle. 
 
 L. 3. " Left Three — on the left at rear. 
 
 R. 1. " Right One — on the right at footlights. 
 
 R. 2. " Right Two— on the right at middle. 
 
 R. 3. " Right Three— on the right at rear. 
 
 In jilays where the locations of, and the movements of. 
 the players, are attempted to be described, it is customary 
 to give the technical terms where they are essential: in 
 other cases the marks are omitted for fear that they can- 
 not be used intelligibly. 
 
 Remarks. In a dialogue, when it is vital to show how 
 the two stand, the initial R. for Right, is put after one 
 player's name, and the initial L. for Left, after the other's. 
 
 Speaking (aside) means that the player speaks so that 
 only the audience hear the speech. 
 
 All things being equal, near the footlights is an ex- 
 cellent place from which to speak. 
 
 All stages ascend from front to rear, in order that the 
 rear players may be seen. 
 
 Copyright, 1915 by 
 
 F'ranklin P. Norton, 
 
 author 
 
 SEP 20 mi.R 
 
p5 B5.1L7 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 DRAMATIS PERSONAE. 
 
 Lorenzo de MEnrci, (the Magnificent) Grand Duke 
 
 of Tuscany — the "remains" of, lying in state. 
 PiERo, his Son and Successor. 
 GiULi.\N0. brother to Piero, (afterwards Puke of 
 
 Florence). 
 NiccoLO Machi.'WELLT, Prime Minister to "The 
 
 Ten" — (a student of Diplomacy). 
 Cesare Borgia, Son to "Pope Alexander VI, (first 
 
 a Cardinal, aflerzi'ards a (General). 
 His l-iodyguard. 
 Leonardo da Vinci, 
 Michael Angelo, 
 Raphael, 
 World renowned Artists. 
 Ariosto, a Poet. 
 Oliverotto, a Roman. 
 A. Cardinal. 
 
 GuiSEPPE. Lucia's lover, (afterwards her husband). 
 GiROLAMO Savonarola, a Dominican Friar, (a 
 
 Martyr). 
 Bishop, (in Savonarola's torture scene). 
 An Octogenarian. 
 
 Giovanni, and Paolo, two guards. 
 
 II Princes of Italian States, also known as Tyrants 
 
 — or Condottieri (Generals). 
 Priest, (in Machiavclli's torture scene). 
 Court Buffoon. 
 A Recorder. 
 
 Giulia Farnese, an Italian Beauty. 
 Marietta, wife to Machiavelli. 
 Lucia, their Daughter, and Wife to Guiseppe. 
 MiGNON and Cesare, their Children. 
 Charlotte, Wife to Cesare. 
 Louise, their Child. 
 Duchess, Wife to Giuliano. 
 Caterina Sforza, an Amazon. 
 Doctor, 
 Priest, 
 A Spectre, 
 ; in the last scene) 
 
 Funeral Cortege : Male and Female Chorus : Lords 
 and Ladies : Monks, Friars and Capuchins : Sold- 
 iers, Assassins, Attendants, etc. 
 
 Chronology Of Action 
 
 Scene 
 
 I.- 
 
 Scene 
 
 II 
 
 Scene 
 
 I.- 
 
 Scene 
 
 II 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 - Machiavelli is 23 1492. 
 
 —Six months later — 1492. 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 -Five years later — 1497. ■ 
 —Five years later — 1502. 
 
 Scene L- 
 
 Scene 
 Scene 
 Scene 
 
 ACT in. 
 
 -One dav later 
 
 1502. 
 
 ACT IV. 
 I. — Ten years later — 1512 
 II. — Some hours later — 1512. 
 III. — Fifteen years later — 1527. 
 
 ACT I 
 
 Scene I. — Florence, Ital\. The Palace of the 
 Medici: an Ancestral Hall — the walls adorned 
 with Bruised arms (hung up for monuments) : 
 and zvith Portraits. A large archway B. 2. E. 
 covered with heavy portieres: a door R. 1. E. 
 and a door L. 2. E. — The corpse of Lorenzo, 
 (the Magnificent) lying in state, the coffin and 
 bier covered with a pall. 
 
 Discovered Leonardo Da Vinci and Oliverotto 
 Orsini. Enter Michael Angelo, Raphael, 
 and Cesare Borgia, L. 2. E. 
 
 cesare. 
 Leonardo da Vinci, you shall be arbiter. 
 Betwixt friend Michael Angelo and I : 
 He says that Niccolo Machiavelli, 
 Resembles the devil. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Cesare, my lad, 
 This startling likeness is so remarkable, 
 That many believe we have Satanus with us. 
 
 cesare. 
 How do they know ; no one ever saw him? 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 From a concept they have in their minds. 
 Machiavelli is handsome, glib, polished ; 
 Can make horrid vices, seem like virtues. 
 By wondrous skill in the use of language. 
 People meet him and say, that he of men. 
 Is likest to the devil. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Our dispute, 
 Seems settled in my favor. 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 He is just as dear to me! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 I care not : 
 
 RAI'HAEI.. 
 
 You love him ; 
 And are ever with him as his shadow ; 
 Or would not seek to portray him other, 
 Than so general an opinion. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 I grant, 
 He is all that has been said of him : — 
 I never knew the devil was like THAT. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 You ought to : you are studying for the 
 Priesthood. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Avoid, — here he comes. 
 (Enter Machi.welli and Giulia, B. 2. E.) 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 You err: 
 
 Why THAT man has an angel with him! 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 That young girl has the face of an angel. 
 And the heart of a demon. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Giulia Farnese, 
 The lovely Giulia! — What brings her here? 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Curiosity : See, they pause by the remains : — 
 Now move towards the door that leads to the 
 Art-gallery. (Exeunt Mack, and Giulia, L. 2. E). 
 
 LEONARnO. 
 
 Sight-seers in plenty to-day : 
 The bronze doors of the palace are open, 
 And anyone may enter this ancestral hall, 
 And view the dust of the great De Medici, 
 Lorenzo the Magnificent; lying in'state, 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 Florence is a republic only in name, — 
 That man was your King. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Now, the amenities : 
 Allow me to introduce you, Oliverotto — 
 This is Michael Angelo. (They how) 
 You know that I am fat and aged forty ; 
 And a world famous painter: but this youth; 
 Aged eighteen, already threatens my fame, 
 And will yet surpass me. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 You astound me! 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 He is a sculptor, too: and is carving. 
 
 For this royal family, a statue of the 
 
 Goddess of love ; which he tastefully calls. 
 
 The Venus de Medici. 
 
 This is Raphael : also an art student : — 
 
 Only nine years old, but so precocious, 
 
 Tliat he is nicknamed IL DIVINO, "the divine." 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 You love to paint? 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 O, yes Sir ; indeed I do ! 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 You have heard of Cardinal Rodrigo Borgia ; 
 \\'ho is regarded as a sure successor, 
 Of the present Pope? 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 Could I live in Rome, 
 And be deaf to his fame ? 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 This young fellow. 
 Aged sixteen, is Cesare Borgia, his son : 
 A student of Divinity. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 May be a Pope someday. 
 
 Perhaps he too 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 I was born to rule : 
 And shall speedily doff this priestly garb, 
 For the soldier's ! Machiavelli says that 
 Men are evil : and cannot be controlled. 
 By kindness — but by force. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 The tree inclines. 
 As the twig is bent : Machiavelli is no 
 Fit comrade for you : even though he is 
 Twentythree years old. — Now Oliverotto, 
 You know them all : they are devoted chums. 
 And frequent the renowned Medicean Gardens ; 
 Which the late Lorenzo, (a patron of art) 
 Threw open to them. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 A perfect paradise ! 
 That stirs into frenzy the sculptor's soul. 
 We are like to be barred from it now. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 You forget that Piero is one of us. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 And who is Piero ? 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 The heir apparent : 
 The great Lorenzo's son, and successor: 
 A dashing and devil may care young man ; 
 Aged twenty-one. 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Ah, he is coming.^ 
 (Enter PiERO, B. 2. E.I 
 My beloved Piero ; you have our sympathy ! 
 
 PIERO. 
 
 I know it ; and I need it : my father, 
 Lies dead there ; and I am disconsolate ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 O, cheer up : I have a quick cure for you. 
 
 PIERO. 
 
 What is it Cesare? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 A bewildering creature; 
 Far lovlier than the loveliest statue ; 
 And endued with passionate life! 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Alas, 
 
 Now do the voluptuary and the churchman, 
 Walk hand in hand : and purity and virtue, 
 Are smothered in universal licentiosness. 
 The taint has affected even this youth : 
 Who commends passion as a panacea for grief. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 I think I have a BETTER antidote:— 
 Come, let us take a walk in the Gardens, 
 Amongst the flowers : that bud bloom and die ; 
 Teaching their sweet lesson of immortality. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Well, you may all go there : but as for me, 
 I will seek Niccolo and Giulia. 
 
 (Exeunt all but Cesare. R. I. E., he is about to exit 
 L. 2. E., but is met bv Mach. and Giulia just 
 re-entering). 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Whither away, Cesare? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Search of you. 
 
 Only coming in 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I brought Giulia with me. 
 
 giulia. 
 That's a falsehood : I came in spite of 
 Your wishes. — We saw you with some friends. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 What think you that they said just before 
 You entered? 
 
 giulia. 
 I am poor at riddles : what ? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 That dear Machiavelli here, was the very 
 Image of the devil. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Ha ! Ha 1— 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Hear him : 
 Was not that a truly Satanic laugh? 
 He is handsome, eloquent and soulless, 
 As the devil : besides, I am very proud ; 
 And he is poor : and none but a devil. 
 Could win MY love, with such a handicap. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Your beauty, is more than human : but far 
 From angelic. I am sorry that I met you ; 
 For I, the great Machiavelli ; setting 
 All authority at naught, am yet your slave. 
 Your widow mother is poor ; yet avaricious ; 
 And will soon sell you to the most lustful 
 Of your noble suitors: and you yourself, 
 Will not be averse : — O God, I dread that day ! 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 And that day is near. But Niccolo, even 
 After I have prostituted my beauty, 
 For rank, riches and power; my heart will 
 Still be true ; for you are devilish handsome ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 You came to see the dead ? 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Who is the heir? 
 
 No — the living: 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Piero, the eldest son. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Out jade! have you designs on him already? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 He is only twenty-one, well formed, 
 And not bad looking: and is now by far. 
 The noblest and richest man in Florence. 
 
 Curses on him !- 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Look at that demoniac face. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I beg pardon : I meant. Hail to him ! 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 I pray that we may meet. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 If you do meet, 
 I may lose you ; and if I do lose you, 
 I shall go rmd. (To Cesare) Damnation ! 
 Get her out of his way : take her into 
 The Gardens. 
 
MACniAVULLt 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Come, (liulia, come with me : 
 We will visit the famous Medicean Gardens; 
 While Niccolo waits here. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 O, take me there! 
 And show me a statue of the haughty Venus : 
 Whom my admirers say is my only rival. 
 
 CESARE. (aside) 
 She will surely meet Piero, now : no matter— 
 Niccolo loves her, and I want to part them ; 
 For he is my tutor in that which appertams 
 To evil. (Exejint cesare and giulia, R. I. E.) 
 
 MACHI.WELLI. 
 
 So, my supernatural personality, has so 
 Impressed them, that they all make of it 
 A subject for remark :— they shall yet find, 
 That I am a veritable imp of Satan. 
 Giuha— dazzling Giulia, I love her! 
 And yet I hate her, for she reminds me. 
 That I have a heart. She will desert me ; 
 For hers is but a fiendish spirit. 
 Breathed into a form of alabaster ; 
 And then my evil talents will indeed shine. 
 Am I not a pupil of Marcello Virgilio,, 
 And employed in public affairs from youth? 
 Twenty three, now ; I am wise beyond my age : 
 A bookworm, a philosopher, and oracle 
 Upon diplomacy: and while only Secretary, 
 To that august head of the Repubhc ; 
 Mysteriously called "The Ten"— already 
 I am sent on many diplomatic missions; 
 And will yet reach the exalted position. 
 Which my proud soul covets.— Where's Giulia? 
 {He peeps through, R. I. E.) 
 
 Diabolo ! here she comes, and leaning on 
 The fond arm of Piero. The sight does sere 
 Mine eyeballs! They must not see ME pale: 
 This armored figure, shuts me from them. 
 Re-enter Piero and Giulia, R. I. E. 
 
 PIERO. 
 
 O, charming day I 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Sad day, you meant to say. 
 For you are fatherless. 
 
 PIERO. 
 
 No, no, glad day : 
 It is the day I first met YOU. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Shocking ! 
 Have you forgot your father so soon ? 
 
 PIERO. 
 
 Peace be to his ashes. He had to die ; 
 And now I am noble and rich. 
 
 PIERO. 
 
 Yes, dear one ; 
 Rut only for your sweet sake, Giulia ! 
 
 GIULIA. (crosses, R.) ^ 
 
 You must not talk that way. 
 
 PIERO. i^lloivs) 
 
 Why not? 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Why not, Piero : because I am another's. 
 
 PIERO. (crosses, L.) 
 The devil !— 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Not the devil, but tlie devil's. 
 
 PIERO. 
 
 Hah, Machiavelli's ! 
 
 GIULIA. (crosses to him L.) 
 
 That is, I WAS his :— 
 But now I am yours. (She kisses him) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 My God ! she kisses him on the first time 
 
 Of meeting: this means in degenerate Florence, 
 
 That she is to be his mistress. 
 
 PIERO. 
 
 That caress, seals the contract which binds 
 You to our royal person. You are henceforth, 
 Court Favorite of Piero de Medici. (Bell) 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 A bell tolls- 
 
 PIERO. 
 
 For the funeral obsequies : 
 Giuha, I must hence ; but you will remain ; 
 For love, I would not part from you. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Alas, 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Ambitious and avaricious? 
 
 Ah, you are 
 
 You will feel different when you see me 
 Every day : I will write to-morrow. 
 
 Re-enter Leonardo, Oliverotto, Michael, 
 Raphael, and Cesare, R. I. E., they go up, followed 
 by Piero, and all exeunt, B. 2. E. after Leonardo 
 says: 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Come, let us join the solemn cortege: 
 
 The Priests, Monks and Capuchins, will soon 
 
 Be here. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 She demon ! I greet you. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 What have I done? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 That snipe has bought your beauty, and soul. 
 For what ! For trash — for money. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 You overheard ? 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Curses on you, I am like to die ! my heart 
 Is aching! 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Not I, but he it was, who made 
 The first overtures. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 This is the very way, 
 That these tyrants who rule by divine right, 
 Abuse us. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Then blame Piero, and not Giulia :— 
 He tempts me, and I fall : and Niccolo, 
 You always say, that there is no pleasure 
 In sickly GOOD ; but EVIL is most fascinating. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 To hell with Princes ! From this present time, 
 And henceforth, I dedicate myself to 
 Their extermination. I am a perfect wizard, 
 In the use of language : I will write a book. 
 And call it "Principatibus". . (To Princes). 
 All men say that I resemble the devil : 
 Then let the devil help me to compose. 
 Such plausible yet hellish sentiments ; 
 That Princes who peruse my book, will do 
 So many horrible and unnatural crimes ; 
 That the Nations will be forced to spew 
 Them out ! — 
 
 {The expression of demoniac ferocity on Mach- 
 iavelli's handsome face, is srviftly changed to as- 
 sumed sanctimony as lie sees a cross, in the hands 
 of a bearer, tvho precedes the funeral cortege 
 just entering, B. 2. E. composed of the fauiily, 
 friends, churchmen, and chorus of males and fe- 
 males. They form a group around the remains, 
 and prostrate themselves the chorus sings, and 
 other prostrations are occasionally made). 
 
 MALE CHORUS. 
 
 Dies Irae, Dies Ilia ! 
 Solvet saeclum in favilla, 
 Teste David cum Sybilla. 
 
 FEMALE CHORLIS. 
 
 Day of wrath! O day of mourning! 
 See! Once more the Cross returning, 
 Heaven and earth in ashes burning! 
 
 MALE CHORUS. 
 
 Quantus tremor est futurus, 
 Quando judex est venturus, 
 Cuncta stricte discussurus. 
 
 FEMALE CHORUS. 
 
 Oh what fear man's bosom rendeth, 
 
 When from Heaven the Judge descendeth, 
 
 On whose sentence all dependeth ! 
 
 CARDINAL. 
 
 Pallbearers, — please take up the corpse. 
 And bear it to the Chapel : where in high-mass 
 Obsequies, we will ostentatiously lament. 
 The untimely fall of virtuous Lorenzo. 
 
 And from thence, take the precious dust to 
 The Church of the Santa Croce ; to be 
 Interred there. 
 
 FEMALE CHORUS. 
 
 Confutatus maledictis, 
 Flammis acribus addictis, 
 Voca me cum benedictis ! 
 
 MALE CHORUS. 
 
 When the wicked are confounded. 
 And by bitter flames surrounded, 
 Be my joyful pardon sounded. 
 
 FEMALE CHORUS. 
 
 Lacrymosa dies ilia ! 
 Qua resurget ex favilla, 
 Judicandus homo reus, 
 Huic ergo parce Deus ! 
 
 MALE CHORUS. 
 
 Day of weeping, when from ashes 
 Man shall rise 'mid lightning-flashes, 
 Guilty, trembling with contrition. 
 Save him. Father, from perdition ! 
 
 FULL CHORUS 
 
 Lord, who didst our souls redeem. 
 Grant a blessed requiem ! Amen. 
 
 (On tliis above resumption of the singing, the pall- 
 bearers take their places at the bier, the others 
 march around and form a procession behind them^ 
 then the pallbearers take up the remains, and all 
 e.vcunt. B. 2. E. the singing ceasing out of sight). 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Ha, ha, ha !— Now that the CROSS has gone, 
 I am myself again. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Niccolo. dear Niccolo! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Away, shallow woman! (Tlirusts her aside) 
 Thus do I forever cast off your amorous chains. 
 Now to my task : it is, "Damnation and Death, 
 To Princes!" I swear it! (E.vcunt B. 2. E.) 
 
 Scene II. — Florence. Machiavellis study and 
 laboratory : a large library e.vtends half ivay 
 around the room : and tables the other half on 
 zvhich are scientific instruments for occult and 
 supernatural e.vperimcnts such as necromancy, 
 magic, astrology and cliemistr\< : in rear on one 
 side is a skeleton, and on the other side is a ped- 
 estal on which stands a bronze figure of Atlas, 
 bearing the ivorld on his shoulders — a large 
 hollotv glass globe: a table full of books at 
 left side: only one door R. 2. E. The place 
 has a lurid and ghastly aspect, which may be 
 likened to the awful atmosphere inezitabl-f 
 created by dens of vice — so appalling to the 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 innocent spectator, but not visible to the soul- 
 deadened habitue. The room is dark, as the 
 lights are lozv, and the moon is obscured by 
 clouds. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. (zvriting) 
 F — I — N — I — S — Finis ! (Throws dozvn pen) 
 My task is done, the book is finished : 
 "Principatibus" — (To Princes). This book. 
 Will make the fame of Machiavelli, notorious : 
 My name will be a synonym for treachery, 
 Cunning and duplicity. When published, 
 I will send it to these tyrant "Princes:" 
 And the devil grant that its sojihistries, 
 May tempt them into the commission of 
 
 Heinous crimes — and destroy them all ! 
 
 But when, and where ? that is the question : 
 I burn in desire to know the unknown. 
 By heaven ! perchance the moon can tell me. 
 Orpheus says that the Universe has a soul ; 
 And that the Moon is its eyes. No prophet, 
 Ere told the ancient Hebrews such secrets. 
 As the moon has whispered me. — 
 Strange to say, the last time I bespoke the 
 Shining sibyl, she was deaf to my prayer : 
 Envious of Giulia, no doubt. That was the 
 Evening of the fateful day false Piero, 
 Took Giulia from me. But that horror was 
 Six months ago, (I have been absorbed since in 
 Principatibus) : — I will make new trial. 
 
 (Sets the Atlas-borne zvorld near a zvindoiv, raises 
 the shade and harangues the moon) 
 
 O, full and glorious moon, that often I, 
 Have seen serenely sailing in yon sky ; 
 Shine on this globe, and shed a brighter beam, 
 WHERE Republic rises and overthrows its King. — 
 Alas, no light! Can Luna be jealous of 
 Giulia, still? — There is no cause. (Dejected) 
 Ha, what's that ! the room grows lighter now ; 
 Much lighter: and now she sends in a flood. 
 Of silvery splendor,— the globe is blazing. 
 With the borrowed beams! 
 
 (The moonlight effect is produced by a searchlight; 
 the globe's illumination is produced by a light in- 
 side of it, turned on zvith a ziire connection.) 
 
 Map of the earth, let me examine thee, — 
 To see w-hat the sorceress hath revealed : 
 If any spots be brighter than the rest ; 
 They must denote her prophetic revelation, 
 Of coming republics. (He rez'olves the globe.) 
 In this year of — our Lord (sic) — 1492, 
 The utmost limits of the world, according 
 To our European geographers, are these : 
 To the West of us, the Azore Islands ; 
 Eight hundred miles from Portugal's fair coast : 
 To the East of us, the East India Islands ; 
 Just off the coast of China. This vast tract. 
 Between the Azores, and the East Indies, 
 
 Is marked here on the map as "a void" 
 
 It may be all land, or water, or both ; 
 It may be chaos, or chasm, or a hell ! 
 
 Christopher Columbus, maintains that a 
 New Continent lies there ; and is now sailing 
 The seas in search of it. Whate'er it is. 
 On IT the moon shines brightest : and if she 
 Be true seeress, that undiscovered country. 
 Is destined to be the birthplace of Republics! 
 (Enter Cesare and Oliverotto, R. 2. E.) 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 What the thunder are you at? I thought you 
 Had given up SEANCING with the devil. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Ha, ha, Cesare ! you are quite jocular. 
 Wliat, back from the Eternal City so soon? 
 And Oliverotto, too — 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 Rome held us for 
 One month after the Pope's coronation : 
 We left there to-day, and just arrived 
 In Florence. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I welcome your return : I was scarce myself. 
 While you were hence. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 We missed you, so much ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Cesare, what proud Lordling's garb, wear you? 
 With its red cassock — white rochet — short 
 Purple mantle — and red hat, peaked, broad 
 Brimmed, with a cord and tassle? Why lad. 
 This is a Cardinal's costume. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 And Cesare, 
 IS a Cardinal, now: having just been 
 Appointed Cardinal of Valencia ; by the 
 New Pope, Alexander the Sixth. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Egad, 
 Not yet seventeen, and a Cardinal. 
 This is a precocious age indeed, when 
 Generals, statesmen, diplomats and Priests, 
 Are often in their teens. But now tell me, 
 I pray you, about your Father's elevation 
 To the Pontificate, by the Sacred College? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Oh, all established usages were observed. 
 On the eleventh day after the death of 
 Pope Innocent the Eighth, the Cardinals, 
 Met in "conclave" in the Chapel of the 
 Vatican: on the ne.xt day, the twelfth day, 
 The election began : a two-thirds vote 
 Of the conclave is necessary to a choice ; 
 And there are four modes in the choosing — 
 Scrutiny, Access, Compromise, Inspiration. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 High-sounding names : once familiar to me. 
 But my knowledge has grown rusty. 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Two ballots 
 Daily are taken until a choice is made : 
 Each Cardinal puts his ballot in a chalice, 
 Placed upon the altar ; the votes are then 
 Counted, and if no election has resulted. 
 Are burned up, so that the ascending smoke, 
 May signal the failure to the expectant 
 Outside crowds : — this is called "scrutiny." 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 As clear as sunlight. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 If any candidate. 
 Whose friends are not numerous enough. 
 Gains other votes to give him the necessary 
 Two-thirds, it is called "access." If the 
 Cardinals of two factions unite, it is 
 Called "compromise." If a spontaneous 
 Movement bring about an election by 
 Acclimation, it is called "inspiration." 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 How was your Father chosen ? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 By "compromise" — 
 The CROSS, was then held forth a window. 
 To acquaint the expectant crowds. The Pope, 
 Changing his baptismal name, accepted 
 The exalted place under the title of 
 Alexander the Sixth. The coronation then 
 Took place ; after which he was invested 
 With the "pallium" and the keys of the 
 Lateran Church. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 And what the deuce are they? 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 The pallium is an embroidered white sash. 
 Worn on the shoulders : the Lateran Church, 
 Is the cathedral church of Rome, and ranks 
 Highest among Catholic churches. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Have heard it all. 
 
 Now you 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 And I am much edified ! — 
 I congratulate you on your scarlet cloak : 
 It will prove a rare disguise. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 What mean you? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 The wolf in sheep's clothing, enters the fold. 
 
 And devours the innocent lambs, unmolested. 
 
 No man does so much harm as a WICKED Priest. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 Yet few go wrong: for to commit sacrilege, 
 Would endanger their immortal souls. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Ha, ha ! immortal souls ! that is too funny. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 Do you not believe in a soul ? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Not I,— 
 It is all rot : Death is the end of all. — 
 Life is short : — and as power, wealth, beauty 
 And high-living are its only treasures. 
 It behooves us to get them quickly, — and 
 Foul means bring them quickest. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 But surely. 
 You believe in good and evil ? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I believe 
 That we get what we work for. If we begin 
 To generate sickly GOOD; the good SPIRITS, 
 Flock around us thick as the growing wheat, 
 And help to build an atmosphere of pale 
 Colorless peace and purity : on the contrary. 
 If we begin to generate into.N:icating EVIL, 
 The evil SPIRITS, flock around us thick 
 As the growing weeds, and help to build 
 An atmosphere of blazing sensuality. 
 I am a student of necromancy, astrology. 
 And magic — commonly known as the Ijlack arts. 
 And you will notice that the atmosphere 
 Of this room, is almost as lurid and ghastly, 
 As the flames of hell. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 It seemed appalling, 
 When I entered : but etiquette forbade 
 Any utterance of emotion. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I do some tricks : 
 Some marvelous things ; which I admit. 
 Are produced by SLEIGHT OF HAND: and yet, 
 Are not, I flatter myself, entirely destitute 
 Of SUPERNATURAL agencies. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 O, I saw some ! 
 
 And they were tricks past belief : Niccolo, 
 Show us more. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 You see Oliverotto, how I 
 Have whet his appetite. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 In this particular, 
 As well as all others, he worships you. 
 (Aside) To his lasting harm, and mortal hurt, 
 I very much fear. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I am a chemist, too, 
 Of one mean skill; and have just concluded 
 A study of the world's most famous poisons. 
 
10 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 Here is a rose, whose petals are imi)regnate(l, 
 With the deadliest of them all. One smell 
 Of it, would kill an ox, — and leave no trace, 
 Of how the i)oor thing died. 
 
 CliSARE. 
 
 Supposing that 
 A person had an enemy : one, of whom he 
 Were well rid? Mcthinks in such a case, 
 This poison MICHT prove handy. — 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 By St. Peter! 
 \\'hat an apt pupil he is. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Now, astound him: 
 Show him the magic mirror's wondrous sights. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 O, perform, most potent magician, perform. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 You sec that gilt framed pier-glass, there ? 
 (He points to a large pier-glass at rear) 
 Or as Ccsare calls it, the "Magic Mirror." 
 Differing from an ordinary looking-glass. 
 In that the ciuicksilver, is on the outside. 
 Too delicate and aesthetic to pay any 
 Attention whatsoever, to the human FORM : 
 It only reflects the ethereal and visionary 
 Images of the SUBCONSCIOUS mind. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 Jerusalem ! 
 The suh-conscious mind: what is that? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Listen : Every man possesses a dual nature : 
 
 The ordinary and inferior one that 
 
 He is CONSCIOUS of: and an extraordinary 
 
 And superior one that he is UNCONSCIOUS of, 
 
 Wliich is technically called sub-conscious. 
 
 Our unconscious nature controls our lives : 
 
 It receives the impulse from creative power; 
 
 .\nd some time after its receipt, communicates 
 
 It to the conscious nature : which carries 
 
 It into execution. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 A marvel, tliat taxes 
 One's credulity: but I am half inclined 
 To believe it. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 That mirror will convince you : 
 For it will reflect the sub-conscious images. 
 Of deeds to be done, whether good or bad. 
 Crimes or heroisms, of any and all persons, 
 Who come within its radius : provided that 
 The white heat of this arc lamp, (Shows lamp) 
 Be turned upon the quicksilver, to develop 
 The shadow, and make it visible. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 Wonderful ! 
 That these images of future deeds, are 
 In persons' minds, without their being 
 Conscious of it. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Just so. Take your Prophet: 
 He is a man, who has iriiproved, purified 
 And elevated his conscious nature, until 
 It grew more intimate with his sub-conscious 
 Nature, thus receiving its communications 
 Quicker than his grosser cotemporaries. 
 And executing them before a startled world, 
 That receiving them later, at once invest 
 Him with the title of "prophet." 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 They all 
 Have a common impulse ; but the finest minds, 
 Apprehend it quickest. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Exactly so, sir. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Oh, leave off talking: I am dying almost, 
 To see the pictures ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Then, we will proceed : 
 You, Cesare, shall be the subject : let's see, 
 What the future has in store for you. 
 Stand here, so that you will be within 
 The radius of the mirror ; and turn your 
 Face towards it : you, Oliverotto, stand 
 One side : now, I will turn on the lamp. 
 And flood the quicksilver, with light. 
 (Enter Giulia, R. 2. E.) 
 
 O, Niccolo! 
 
 GIULIA. 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Giulia ! by all that's holy. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 I am distraught to see you ! What, Cesare — 
 Back from Rome! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Yes Giulia. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 You are dressed. 
 
 So splendid, that even my distress must 
 Take note of it. And this Gentleman, I 
 Saw in the Medicean Gardens the day of 
 The great Lorenzo's funeral. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Allow me, — 
 Oliverotto Orsini, a resident of Rome — 
 Giulia Farnese. (They botv) 
 
 GIULIA. (aside) 
 
 I like his face, 
 So much. 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. (aside) 
 O, that angel face is engraven 
 On my heart ! 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Niccolo, give me instant speech with you, 
 I beseech you ! — excuse us Gentlemen. 
 
 (They go Up) 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 11 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 Fair Giulia, I love her! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Why I pray you ? 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 Because I can't help it : I loved her, 
 At first sight ; and have dogged her since, 
 To get frequent sight of her angel face. 
 Would that she were pure and good ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 False Giulia, I hate her! 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 Why, I pray you? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Because, despite his SANG-FROID Niccolo 
 Loves her still. (He goes LJ 
 
 (Machiavclli and Giulia coiuc DoioO 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I cannot save your Piero. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 You can, you must ! 
 You are scribe to Florence's August rulers, 
 The mighty "Ten."' The cruel decree of 
 Banishment, that sends him hence to-day. 
 Was inspired and writ by you. Your voice 
 Can remove the ban, and restore his property ; 
 For it is not "The Ten" that really governs 
 Florence, but tlie satanic Machiavclli. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 And all this I am to do, because Giulia 
 Cannot part from her wanton lover? 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 No, no ! 
 It is not a case of love, but vanity : 
 He is noble and rich ; my soul covets 
 Wealth and power. Diamond jewed'd and 
 Yellow satin'd I proudly strut o'er the 
 Tiled floors of a palace, or ride round 
 The Plaza in a royal coach : it has become 
 My very life; to lose it is death! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Zounds ! 
 Think you not that many others have their 
 Whims and fancies? Niccolo has them, too — 
 You love diamonds and satins ; I love SIN. 
 The lusts for — and of — sensuous beauty, 
 Are lighted by the fires of hell : it is 
 Not strange that I fell, before your charms. 
 You forsook me for Piero, and my whim, 
 Took another form, "destruction of Princes !'' 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Madman ! — 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Do you see this manuscript ? 
 
 (He takes up Principatihus MSS) 
 It is a most subtle treatise on "Diplomacy." 
 
 Every Prince will soon receive a printed 
 Copy. Its teachings will confirm them in 
 Their vices : and kind fate grant that the 
 Maladministration of Princes, may cause 
 Such a cataclysm of horrors, that they 
 Will be destroyed by their rebellious 
 Subjects! 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Save Piero ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Girl, it may not be. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Have mercy ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 You appeal in vain ; I know none. 
 
 (She weeps) 
 
 Remain here a moment : I have a gift 
 Of yours tiiat I wish to return to you. 
 
 (Exit R. 2. E.) 
 (Cesare joins Giulia, zvitli the poison rose) 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Here, Giulia, smell of this ; its fragrance 
 MAY revive you. (Aside) The poisoned rose ! 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 I take it Cesare, but my aching heart, 
 Makes no response to its loveliness. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 It is unusually odorous, and will soothe 
 You. 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 Do you think so. (She smells it) 
 What pungent odor it has. (She trembles) 
 Oh, I am growing faint : — another smell, 
 Perhaps may aid. 
 
 (Re-enter Machiavelli) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Stop! for God's sake! (He snatclies rose) 
 
 GIULIA. (Hysteric) 
 Ha, ha — dire must the extremity be indeed. 
 That makes THIS man call upon God! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. (an.victy> 
 How fare you, Giulia? 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 A deadly lethargy. 
 An awful numbness steals over me. 
 
 (She falls into Olivrrotto's arnis> 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 My own ! my darling one ! that would have 
 Been luine, had I the say ! 
 
 GIULIA. 
 
 It might have been ! 
 
12 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 Saints of mercy! she is dead. 
 
 MACIIIAVELLI. 
 
 It is sad — 
 Farewell Giulia. Dead— and death ends all— 
 It is well with her : — but I live — and 
 Confound it, I am awfully discomposed, 
 By this lugubrious sight ! — Which leads one 
 To reflect, that those who build up hells, 
 And reign over them, must suffer equally 
 With their subjects, the terrible penalties 
 That inevitably spring from hellish conditions. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 I loved Giulia once! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Then why poison her ? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Because she came between you and I — 
 And you have always said that men were 
 Justified in killing those that stood in 
 Their way. — 
 
 OLIVEROTTO. 
 
 As the twig is bent, the tree inclines ! 
 (Exeunt; the skeleton becomes animated) 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 Scene /. — The Refectory or Banquet Hall of the 
 Dominican Convent of Santa-Maria-delle- 
 Gracie, at Florence: also used as an Inquisition 
 Hall for the trial of Heretics. Gothic style : 
 7ntli carved wood side -walls: painted rear wall, 
 surmounted by a carved wood architrave, with 
 cross in center. An arclnvay, R. 2. E. and a 
 door, L. 2. E. 
 
 Discovered Leonardo da Vinci, painting on the 
 rear wall, a picture, (afterwards world famous^ of 
 "The last Supper." Raphael is looking on. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 A few more strokes and the painting is done. 
 
 (He paints lightly here and there) 
 
 There", that will do : now to put my imprint. 
 In the corner — by Leonardo da Vinci — so 
 
 (Paints name: stands back surveying picture) 
 
 "The Last Supper" — a sublime subject for 
 The artist : no wonder my soul was in it I 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 If your soul was in it, perhaps some of 
 
 It remained there ; and now you are minus, 
 
 A full soul. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Ha, ha ! — Raphael know you not, 
 That the soul is infinite ; and the more 
 We give away, the more we still have left. 
 
 (Enter Michael Angelo, L. 2. E.) 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 How do you progress? 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 It is finished. 
 
 ' MICHAEL. 
 
 This creation is way above and beyond. 
 All criticism : a picture so marvelous. 
 That it must have been done with the brush 
 Of inspiration ! 
 
 LEON.\RDO. 
 
 Michael Angelo, you forget 
 Your painting on the Palazzo Vecchio wall. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 I remember that picture : and yours too. 
 In the same palace, on another wall : 
 But neither one, can compare with this. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 The Scripture says : "When the EVEN was come, 
 He sat down to eat with the twelve Apostles." 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 And "The last Supper" is now held sacred, 
 Everywhere throughout the Christian world. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 A most auspicious meal ! 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Let us run the 
 Table round, and view each separate guest, 
 With some minuteness : — This imposing figure, 
 Is of course, the Lord : next to Him sit, 
 Simon Peter, and his brother Andrew ; 
 On the right hand : while on the left are 
 John, the beloved, and James, his brother : 
 This is Bartholomew : this Thomas Didymus ; 
 Familiarly known as the "Doubting Thomas :" 
 Here is — (pauses). 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Matthew, the publican : 
 James, the son of Alpheus : Philip : Thaddeus : 
 Simon, the Canaanite : and the cruel Judas, 
 Surnamed Iscariat ; who betrayed the Lord. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Grand ! sublime ! This oil painting on the 
 Refectory wall, of this Dominican Convent, 
 Of Santa Maria, will yet be one of the 
 World's "wonders." 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 What is the meaning of 
 Refectory ? 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 13 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 A commodious banqueting hall : 
 This room, however, is also used as an 
 Inquisition Hall, for the trial of Heretics. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Some poor devil is to be tortured to-day. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 By what process : the rack — or the flames ? 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 The "Trial by Fire." 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Ah, the poor fellow, 
 Will be cremated: unless he retracts, 
 His religious heresies. How learned you 
 Of it? 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 The Bishop, informed me that 
 Such a trial was to be held here soon ; 
 And the painting, if not completed, would 
 Have to be suspended. Ah, he comes. 
 
 (Enter tlie Bishop, L. 2. E.) 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 The "Eucharist" that you have painted for us. 
 Here upon the wall, is of such divine beauty ; 
 That the holy inmates of this convent. 
 Have set aside an hour to-morrow in pious 
 Celebration ! 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 I thank you. 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 You are done ? 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Yes, your Reverence. 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 That is fortunate ; 
 For we may soon expect the "Auto Da Fe." 
 
 (They come dozen) 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Oh, what is that! 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 The young lad knows naught 
 Of such things. Auto da fe, interpreted. 
 Means "act of faith" — and is a street parade, 
 Cotiveying to the place of execution, the 
 Heretics condemned by the "Inquisition," 
 To death. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Why call it act of faith? 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 Because, 
 It is deemed a duty by even the highest 
 In rank, to either march in the procession. 
 Or grace the occasion as spectators. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Where do they start? 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 At the convent of 
 San Marco ; and march from thence to the 
 Headsman : stopping awhile here, on the way. 
 For the torture of one of the condemned : 
 Whose fate depends upon whether or no, 
 He has the fortitude to suffer the pangs. 
 Of the "ordeal by fire"- — without confessing. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Who is brave enough to take this horrible 
 Chance? 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 A Dominican friar, by the name of 
 Girolamo Savonarola. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 O, Savonarola, eh ! 
 The inspired prophet and evangelist — 
 Who has stirred up Florence, yea even Rome, 
 Into a ferment : — the whole world has heard 
 Of Savonarola. 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 The Saints protect the faith ! 
 (E.vit Bishop, R. 2. E.) 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Will we be permitted to remain ? 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Permitted ! 
 Why, the performers in the tragedy, 
 That is soon to be enacted, are just 
 As anxious to have an audience, as the 
 Melodrama players are. — Look there ! Cesare, 
 As I live. 
 
 (Enter Cesare, L. 2. E.) 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Cesare Borgia, what do you here? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Comrades, 
 How are you all? I am come to Saint Mary's 
 At the Pope's behest, to see that justice. 
 Is tempered with mercy, in Savonarola's case. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 \Miere is your Cardinal's robe ? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Cast aside — 
 I am a soldier now : Gonfaloniere of the 
 Papal army. Here comes a gorgeous squad. 
 Of my command, that I brought along as 
 An escort. 
 
 (Enter Soldiers, L. 2. E. ivho line up, L.) 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 A soldier, eh : you cannot become Pope, now. 
 
14 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 But I hope to become ANOTHER, Caesar. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 You have been long away from Florence? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Yes. 
 
 You remember the tragedy of the rose, 
 And the hubbub it created ? 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Very clearly : 
 How (Hd you escape from the dilemma? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Why I contended that it was no offence, 
 To give one a rose : and the name of Borgia, 
 Did the rest. I left immediately afterward, 
 For Rome: and during the five years since, 
 I've been dweller in a realm of fables. 
 
 O, tell us of them ! 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 My income being large, 
 (thanks to the Pope, my father) I moved 
 Into a palace in the Trastevere : and with 
 Vassals and serfs at my call ; played the 
 Priestly potentate- A few months thereafter, 
 With great pomp and ceremony, my sister 
 Lucretia, was united to Giovanni Sforza, 
 The Lord of Pesaro : one year rolled round. 
 And then, my youngest brother Giuffre, wed 
 Dona Sancia, the daughter of Naples' King: 
 And very recently ; alas, only a year ago, 
 My elder brother, the Duke of Gandia, was — 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Married ? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 No, murdered. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 What a terrible thing ! 
 You were in despair? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Upon my soul, I was — 
 For many accuseil me of the crime. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 But vou were innocent ? 
 
 Heavens !- 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 The yes, or the no. 
 To that question, I will leave to puzzle 
 The future historian. But to continue : — 
 The devil himself seems in all Princes: 
 Those tyrant Condottieri ; who, each in 
 His own way, sway kinglike over the various 
 Italian States; are warring with each other: 
 The foreign invaders ; Ferdinand of Spain, 
 And Charles of France, are at our gates. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 If report be true, bloody strife prevails 
 Between Prince and Prince, everywhere ; 
 And between Prince and Subject, too. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 And you can't guess the name of the man. 
 That caused it. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Who is it ? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Machiavelli. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Niccolo Machiavelli ! How COULD he do it ? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 He has writ and published a wondrous book. 
 Called Principatibus : which is being talked 
 About by everybody : this book is thought 
 To be the sole cause of these wars. Now, 
 When a Prince excels in diplomacy of craft. 
 His policy is characterized as Machiavellian. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 I have read the book : it is addressed. 
 To Princes — and tells them how to control. 
 Their own subjects: and how best to acquire. 
 New territory. It is full of devil ethics: 
 Here are its maxims — 
 Not RIGHT, but MIGHT. 
 Not HONOR, but PERFIDY. 
 Not PEACE, but the SWORD. 
 Not LIBERTY, but SLAVERY. 
 Not MERCY, but SEVERITY. 
 Not LOVE, but HATE. 
 These beliefs, (not heavenly hut hellish), 
 Have been read and assimilated by Princes : 
 And future struggles for supremacy among 
 The Nations ; are like to be blood-dyed. 
 On that account. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Say what you will, Niccolo, 
 Is a wizard at tongue-fence, and he writes, 
 As well as he talks. The book has so moved 
 My father, the Pope, that he has approved 
 My plan, to conquer with the Papal army, 
 Romagna, Umbria, and the Marches : those 
 Provinces that belong to the Holy See, 
 But are now ruled by various usurping 
 Princely Condottieri. Ere another fortnight, 
 I take a bride : but must skip the honeymoon, 
 And go forth to conquer, or be conquered. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 You marry ? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 The fairest of Spanish maidens, 
 Charlotte d' Albret ; sister of Jean d' Albret, 
 The King of Navarre. (a bell tolls> 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Hark ! the convent's solemn bell is tolling. 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 15 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 The dreadful Auto Da Fe, is come ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Music — 
 Then let us move over beside my troop : 
 The procession will soon enter. 
 
 (They go to L. I.) 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Here they come ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Headed by a brass-band : whose 
 Sonorous voice, has fallen into melancholy : 
 See, here comes a giant monk, bearing aloft, 
 The "Flag of the Inquisition :" next come. 
 The capuchins, monks, and friars : and next, 
 "The Penitents" — who have escaped punishment, 
 For paltry infractions of the true faith, 
 By penance : ah, there is the cross-bearer, 
 With the huge CROSS — preceding the condemned : 
 Here THEY come : bare-footed and bare-headed : 
 Poor devils, I pity them ! — The Nuns, now : 
 Then the laity : and lastly, Savonarola. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 What a noble looking man ! Upon whose brow, 
 No sign of guilt nor fear. He could dare, 
 The deadliest form that death might take, 
 And dare it for the daring's sake. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Paraders 
 All, are lining up against the rear wall — 
 Except the CONDEMNED ; whom the good Bishop, 
 Has just stationed in front of a crucifix. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 And see, now he extinguishes their torches ; 
 As a symbol that the light of their faith, 
 Has gone out. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Why do they carry torches, 
 In the daytime? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 The culprits must do so ; 
 It is a custom. Hush, the Bishop begins 
 To speak. 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 Where is his Honor, Machiavelli? 
 (Enter Machiavelli, R. 2. E.) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 "At your elbows. Reverend sir!'' quoth Satanus. 
 
 bishop. 
 Ah, your Excellency, is come in happy time. 
 A silent prayer, for Heaven's guidance, 
 And we will proceed with the "Trial by Fire," 
 Of Girolamo Savonarola, for heresy. 
 
 (They pray inaudibly^ 
 Now, let the apparatus be brought in. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Wliat will they bring, Cesare? ■ 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 A contrivance. 
 That, without damage to the surroundings, 
 Allows an almost literal reproduction. 
 Of a "burning at the stake." 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Here they come, 
 Dragging an enormous circle of sheet iron ; 
 An inch thick and six feet in diameter, 
 Which they lay flat on the floor. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 The victim. 
 Is bound to the post, that is now placed 
 In the centre. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 How is it secured? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 By running, 
 Tlirough a small hole in the center of circle, 
 Down into the floor. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Something rises pan-shape, 
 All around the outer edge : what is that ? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 A receptacle for the "burning fagots." 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Here come two large coal-scuttles ; one full. 
 And the other empty ; and a pair of tongs. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 The one contains combustible soaked fagots ; 
 The other receives the embers ; the tongs, 
 Are used for the feeding. — Be silent now. 
 The Bishop speaks. 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 Now, let the cul[)rit be bound to the stake. 
 Savonarola, have you anything to say? 
 
 SAVONAROLA. 
 
 Nothing-your Reverence. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 One moment, please. 
 Savonarola, come here : I would have some 
 Speech with you. (They come Down) 
 
 Well sir, despite your vaunted Christianity, 
 Your base humility, your love of right, 
 And your herculean efforts to promote good. 
 You have lost everything: while I myself, 
 An infidel, who despise humility, love wrong. 
 And take delight in promoting evil, 
 Have gained much ! 
 
 SAVONAROLA. 
 
 "What profiteth it a man, 
 If he gain the whole world, and lose his 
 Own soul." 
 
16 
 
 MACIIIAVELLI 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Hah (He is aijiiatcd, b,tt recovers finally) 
 
 Soul — you fool ! What is a soul ? 
 
 SAVONAROLA. 
 
 The immortal, 
 And everlasting part of us ; that becomes 
 Fixed in an eternal and unchangeable state, 
 At death. But during life — is capable, 
 By trust in God, of infinite expansion : 
 Or is capable, by distrust of God, 
 Of infinite degradation. 
 
 MACIIIAVELLI. 
 
 Go, Girolamo, 
 Tell that to children, lunatics and fools: 
 I take no stock in it. I am an Epicurean: 
 My motto is, "Kat, drink and be merry, 
 For to-morrow I die." 
 
 SAVONAROLA. 
 
 But when you die, 
 You will need a helper. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Who can help you ? 
 
 Who can help me? 
 
 SAVONAROLA. 
 
 The Lord, is my helper. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Nonsense ! — 
 
 Savonarola, you are a religious ascetic, 
 
 Who exulted over the exalted conditions, 
 
 Of theology, literature and the fine arts ; 
 
 But deplored the everywhere prevalent 
 
 Corruption, skepticism and licentiousness. 
 
 In your efforts at reformation, you incurred 
 
 The bitter enmity of both Church and State ; 
 
 And was tried for heresy — the Inquisition, 
 
 Sitting at Saint Mark's convent. Found guilty. 
 
 Of the charge, you were sentenced to die. 
 
 In view of some distinguished services. 
 
 That you have rendered to the Florentines, 
 
 It has been suggested by the mighty "Ten," 
 
 That mercy be extended you. The Inquisition, 
 
 Complying, have granted you a trial by fire ; 
 
 Here in Saint Mary's convent. Remember this — 
 
 If you stand the ordeal, without confessing, 
 
 You are a free man: but if you confess. 
 
 You will join the ranks of the men, there. 
 
 Who are to be turned over to the State, 
 
 For immediate execution. — 
 
 I represent "The Ten." 1 have finished. 
 
 SAVONAROLA. 
 
 I know the conditions: Let the test begin. 
 
 (They go Up) 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 Attendants — do your duty. — 
 Savonarola, this is your Gethsemane. 
 
 SAVONAROLA. 
 
 May the good lord grant me deliverance, 
 As were those cast into the fiery furnace : 
 Yet, not my will, but His, be done. 
 
 MICHAEL 
 
 .See, now the victim is led to the stake, 
 And bound to it. With the pair of tongs. 
 The fagots are placed in the receptacle. 
 And are then ignited — Merciful heavens! 
 How the flames shoot up around him! 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 O, how I pity him ! Higher, higher, higher, 
 Rise those cruel tongues of flame: and speak. 
 Of nothing but despair! 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 He groans in agony ! and madly seeks, 
 To burst his bonds ! Hark, he speaks ! 
 
 SAVONAROLA. 
 
 O God have mercy ! — Bishop, release me ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Do you confess? (Savonarola nods) 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 Attendants — quench the fire. 
 
 (With tongs they remove the burning fagots) 
 Girolamo, ere we free you from the stake. 
 Do you in the presence of these witnesses, 
 Confess your guilt of heresy, as charged? 
 
 SAVONAROLA. 
 
 I — no, no, — I am innocent of wrong! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 The cunning rascal has deceived us — 
 It was only a pretext to gain respite : 
 The place was getting a little too WARM. 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 O, that we could .strain a point for him. 
 That justice was sated — that he has stood 
 The test ! — What shall we do ? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Our duty. Sir, 
 Is to rebuild the fire : it is an easy task — 
 And yet the rogue's to blame, for 'tis a shame, 
 To waste so many fagots. — Come you knaves, 
 Set about it. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Look ! they fill the pans with fresh fuel : 
 And now they re-light it. The wretched man. 
 Seems dazed by agonized perplexity ; 
 He don't know what is best for him to do : 
 He is indeed confronted by a frightful 
 Dilemma ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 To grasp either horn of the dilemma, 
 Is alike deadly: if he don't confess. 
 He will be burnt up alive : if he does confess, 
 He must die by the headsman. — The vagabonds. 
 Are remiss in their work : I will take charge — 
 The heat must be intensified. 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 17 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Have mercy ! 
 As you expect mercy ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Let go of my cloak. 
 (Goes Up) You miscreants, throw on fagots! 
 
 CAPUCHIN. 
 
 By what authority does this man speak? 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 He is a deputed agent of his HoHness, 
 Pope, Alexander the sixth 
 
 CAPUCHIN. 
 
 Then I am sure, 
 That he cruelly transcends his authority ; 
 For the Pope is humane and merciful. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Mind thy own affairs : thou meddling Priest : 
 Throw on more fuel I say — upon my soul, 
 I'll make a corpse of him that disobeys me ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 And he will make good his threat. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Niccolo — 
 I saw you enter ; longed to swap greetings ; 
 And now the chance has come. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Cesare Borgia — 
 It is a treat to see you here in Florence. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Have I done well to increase the torture? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Admirably ! you are an angel of mercy — for 
 The villains thinking it wise to obey you, 
 Have so greatly augmented the fire's heat. 
 That the literal hell, will force him to 
 Confess sooner. Hark to his cries and moans. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 If he remain obdurate very much longer. 
 He will become a veritable human lobster. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Ha, ha, ha! — that is funny. Mirth may be 
 Out of place here : but lugubrious sights. 
 Cannot make wit — a whit less witty. 
 
 SAVONAROLA. 
 
 Mercy! mercy! I confess! 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 Yourself guilty of heresy ? 
 
 SAVONAROLA. 
 
 Pardon me — Yes ! Yes ! 
 
 You do confess 
 
 May the Lord, 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 Attendants — release him. 
 (They do so and he staggers out and stvoons) 
 
 CAPUCHIN. 
 
 It is but a fit of nervous prostration : 
 He will soon recover. 
 
 BISHOP. 
 
 Minister unto him. 
 "The seal of the breast" must yet be stamped. 
 On the other condemned : by that time 
 He may be so far himself, that the seal 
 Can be given him. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 (To Cesare, who has returned to L. I ) 
 What is the Bishop doing now? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Hitting, 
 Each of the condemned, a gentle blow 
 On the breast : this being a sign and symbol. 
 That the spiritual power, gives them over 
 To the temporal power — for quick execution. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Ah, thank heaven, Savonarola revives! 
 And see — he gets on his feet. 
 
 CES.'KRE. 
 
 Poor fellow — 
 He cheats the flames, to glut the headsman : 
 For the Bishop hits him the "breast blow," 
 And takes him over to the other culprits. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 It is very sad ! , 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Now they are assuming. 
 Processional formation again: and now, 
 To the strains of the music, they move. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Come, let us be going. 
 
 (Exeunt Cesare, Leonardo, Michael, and Raphael 
 L. 2. E. followed by Cesare' s Soldiers) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 (Comes Down; looks back at retiring parade) 
 Ha, ha, ha ! — I like these saintly Churchmen, 
 No better than the devil Hkes the holy water. 
 They are always fighting among themselves. 
 About Christ's teachings ; which they yet claim 
 Are not easily misunderstood. Let them fight. 
 And kill each other, too. Every one gone, 
 Is a distinct gain for evil : quarrel they 
 Ever so much, they are in a fair way 
 To yet reform the world. (Exeunt parade R. 2. E.) 
 "When you die, you will need a helper :" 
 Those are his words. (He becomes grave) 
 CAN there be anything after death? and so. 
 My wickedness is fraught with danger! 
 Pshaw — I'll not think of it : I am growing 
 Positively childish : ha, ha, ha ! (Exit) 
 
 Scene //. — Machiavelli's study and laboratory 
 again, (see Act 1 Scene 2) zvith its library and 
 tables of occult instruments in the rear: its 
 skeleton R. 3 : its atlas L. 3 : its table of books 
 with a skull added L. 2. an added small stand 
 C. 3., an added sofa R. 1 : only one door R. 2. E. 
 
18 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 (Enter marietta, R. 2. E.) 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 O, this laboratory, gives me the horrors ! 
 Yet I love to be' with my dear husband — 
 And he spends nearly all his time here. 
 When he is home, (looks in glass) A fright ! 
 If Niccolo only knew, that his uncanny 
 Practices, and not a disease of the heart 
 Had driven the roses from my cheeks, and 
 The svmmetry from my form, and had left me 
 A colorless attenuated invalid, he would — 
 Know the truth, but the truth would not 
 Change him ; for he is set in his ways, 
 And he no longer loves me! (Sobs) 
 
 (Enter maciiiavelli, 7?. 2. E.) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Well Marietta, what are you blubbering over? 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 I want you to love me more, Niccolo! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Nonsense ! Marietta : am I not a quintessence, 
 Of the courtly and gallant cavalier? 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Yes, you are handsome as Apollo, and in 
 Every way perfection — except the lack, 
 Of one thing. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 What is that ? 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 You have no soul. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I frankly admit the allegation — I need none : 
 I live by the senses. 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 And the senses teach, 
 Only an indulgence in the baser passions. 
 What did you marry me for? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Jesu ! my dear : 
 You were the loveliest woman in Florence, 
 Yea, Italy. 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 I WAS : but alas, ill health. 
 Has robbed me of that beauty ; and now. 
 Your love has died ! 
 
 MACHI.WELLI. 
 
 How could my love live? 
 Your beauty gone ; what had it to feed on ? 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 My better parts — my soul. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Pshaw ! — 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Niccolo, 
 
 Beware of pessimism. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 You have changed, 
 Your tune greatly : your beauty was your God : 
 And you displayed it on all occasions — 
 Enhanced by artifice. You lured swains. 
 Into passionate declarations of devotion. 
 With your decollete neck and jewel'd hair. 
 And then transfixed them with a vacant stare. 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 God help me ! I did : and the loss of beauty, 
 Has saved my soul. But it seems as though 
 No visitation of the Almighty, would ever 
 Alter you. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 It never would. 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Beware man ! 
 The Kingdom of Heaven is born within you : 
 And full grown — is more beautiful than aught. 
 That eye hath ever seen, or tongue hath told ! 
 Do not dwarf and stunt it, by your perversity. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Come, leave me at once. 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Only four years wed. 
 And you cannot endure my company : you 
 Are anxious to be rid of me. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Nonsense! 
 To-morrow I must away for a season. 
 General Cesare Borgia, is at Sinigaglia, 
 Fighting the battles of the Holy See : 
 He is bayed about with many traitors. 
 In the shape of a league of Condottieri ; 
 And has sent for me to come to him. 
 I must prepare for the journey: besides, 
 A visitor is expected. 
 
 (Enter LUCIA, R. 2- E. She runs to marietta^ 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 O, Mamma dear ! you are here. 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Yes, my Lucia. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 I never like to come here, because I'm 
 Afraid to: that awful skull afTrights me — 
 
 Does it, sweet ! 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 And that poor old man there. 
 Carrying the whole world on his shoulders : 
 O, he looks so tired! 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 19 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 That man is Atlas. 
 It is not real, my dear : but only a myth, 
 A fairy story. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 Mercy on me, how that thing, 
 Makes me tremble! It looks just like a man. 
 But is nothing but a mass of horrid bones. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 That is a skeleton, my child. We all 
 Become exactly like that, when we lose 
 The ambrosial flesh. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 When we die. 
 
 O, how do we lose it ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 LUCIA. 
 
 Why, O why, do people die? 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Because they cannot help it. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 An aged man, 
 So bent, and nearly as thin as the — the — 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Skeleton. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 Called at the house yesterday : 
 Papa, what did he come for? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 For life, life ! 
 He wants to live longer : to renew his youth ; 
 To grow 1 .autiful again. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 How delicious ! 
 
 And can you make him ? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Yes, I can prolong 
 His life, awhile — perhaps forever. 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Leave 
 The room, Lucia Alas, Niccolo, that you, 
 Should put into her receptive young mind, 
 Sucli evil thoughts, (Exit Liia'a^ 
 
 This aged man : I know not what sorcery. 
 You meditate with him : but I charge you — 
 Be careful ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Who is there that I fear ? — 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 A higher Power — you will soon feel, if 
 
 You do not soon repent : if you persist, 
 
 In your evil courses, some dreadful blow, 
 
 Will fall upon you : and if you do not 
 
 Heed that, it will be followed by a 
 
 Worse one! (Exit Marietta) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Ha, ha, ha ! these women, are so emotional : 
 I take no stock in her gloomy forebodings. 
 But Girolamo Savonarola, the prophet — 
 It is almost five years since he died, 
 And yet his words ring in my ears still : 
 "When you die, you will need a helper !" 
 
 (Machiavclli goes to table L. 2. takes skull in 
 his hand and apostrophizes it) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Behold this ruin ;-horrid skull ! 
 Once of the ethereal spirit full. 
 This narrow cell was Life's retreat. 
 This space was Thought's mysterious seat : 
 What beauteous visions filled this spot ; 
 What dreams of j)Ieasure long forgot ! 
 Nor hope, nor joy, nor love, nor fear, 
 Have left one trace or record here. 
 
 {He meditates a little zohile) 
 
 This hideous object, suggests a query: 
 What is life? — What says the "Microcosm." 
 
 (He lays down skull, and takes up a book) 
 
 This book concedes that it is impossible, 
 
 To give a perfect definition of life. 
 
 Among several opinions which follow, 
 
 Let us take the renowned Paracelsus' : 
 
 "Life is the twofold internal movement. 
 
 Of composition and decomposition. 
 
 At once general and continuous." 
 
 Twofold — mark that twofold. Forces which 
 
 UNITED, are powerful, but which DIVIDED, 
 
 Are powerless. Man says that they must part 
 
 At three score years and ten : and so fixed 
 
 Is he in this error as to invite decay — 
 
 Death is the result of his own fancies. 
 
 (He rises, and comes Dozvn) 
 
 To prolong life, indefinitely; yea, perhaps 
 
 FOREVER : this breach between the two forces, 
 
 (defined, falsely defined — spirit and matter). 
 
 Must be prevented at all hazards. To do this, 
 
 Man's hereditary illusions must be killed. 
 
 But this is the work of years: right now. 
 
 The vital question is — what can Niccolo do. 
 
 To stave off the tyrant death ? 
 
 The answer is easy. First — I must re-unite. 
 
 These two forces, which, through tradition. 
 
 Have already drifted apart: this re-union, 
 
 Can be easily brought about by magnetism. 
 
 Second — when these forces are re-united. 
 
 They must be bound so indissolubly together. 
 
 That future separation will be impossible : 
 
 This must be done with my elixir compound, 
 
 r)f mercury, sulphur and brimstone. 
 
 The elixir compound seems to be perfect : 
 
 But I am not fool enough, to test it. 
 
 On myself. The old man whom Marietta 
 
 Berated me about, is to be the subject, 
 
 r)f my first experiment ; I hope that 
 
 He will come. Now that the sujjreme moment. 
 
20 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 Of success or failure is at hand, even 
 
 My strong nerves tremble : high-strung nerves, 
 
 Yet, incapable of FEAR. 
 
 (Enter an octogenarian, R. 2. E.) 
 
 Ah, you arc here. 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I am waiting for you. 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 Are you ready for the operation? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Yes- 
 Here take this easy chair. 
 
 (Gets a chair, puts it at C. 2. Old Man sits) 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 Pity the sorrows of a poor old man ; 
 These palsied limbs just lasted to your door; 
 My days are dwindling to the shortest span ; 
 O, give relief! and ("lod will bless you. Sir! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Have patience, friend : one foot of yours, 
 Is in the grave, already : the other one. 
 Will soon be there — without my nostrums. 
 \\'\th them — we hope to have you young again ; 
 And whispering flattery in ladies ears. 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 And all this you are kind enough to do, 
 For me. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 For you, imbecile : no — for me ! 
 Through you. I seek the means to save myself. 
 Ghastly cadaverous and senile old man ; 
 No endless round of fleshly lustful pleasure, 
 Can compensate for the final reduction. 
 Into such a state as thou art in. F>etter 
 Die by one's own hand ; than to live. 
 To become like thee ! 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 The burden of the aged. 
 Would be too heavy for them, were it not 
 For their trust in the Lord. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Absurd, sir! 
 
 (He goes Up, and soon comes back ivitli a Hchnet 
 and Mirror, and stand on li'liich tliev laid) 
 Look at this beautiful helmet. 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 A soldier's headgear: what is it for? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 The magic talisman, by which 1 hope 
 To effect your cure. 
 
 •Tis 
 
 Doth it possess ? 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 What remedial power, 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 It is full of magnetism. 
 The wonderful magnet, attracts other metals ; 
 The same as one person attracts another. 
 We often hear some lady spoken of 
 As being "very attractive:" and this is 
 A quality that the magnet also possesses. 
 Psychologists find that man and the metals, 
 Are composed of the selfsame properties : 
 And therefore, a magnet will not only 
 Attract metals, but it will also attract 
 The forces that go to make up human life. 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 Marvelous ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 These forces are twofold : and 
 Their being reft asunder, by slow stages, 
 Results in old age, and eventually death. 
 The spirit leaves the body and the man dies ; 
 The body keeps the spirit aiul the man lives. 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 These forces that get along so well together. 
 For so many years, only to drift apart. 
 In the end — you think may de reconciled. 
 By magnetic influence? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Exactly, sir. 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 The idea is inspiring! 'Tis man's nature, 
 To forget former animosities, in the 
 Common pursuit of some new attraction. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 This helmet, alive with the most potent 
 Of magnets, I now place upon your head ; 
 And await your transformation- 
 
 (Places the hchnet : falls back to zcatch). 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 What do you observe? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 What do I observe: 
 By heaven ! man — you are growing younger ! 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 O, do not mock me, sir. 
 
 MACHI.WELLI. 
 
 'Tis true, I swear. 
 You are become, an animated mummy : that 
 Gliastly flesh is taking on the health tints. 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 I must confess, I feel much better! 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 21 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Look! 
 
 See for yourself ! 
 
 (Mack, holds up mirror, and when he takes it 
 away, the old man has become younger, the change 
 .being secretly made behind it.) 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 The good Lord be praised ! 
 Te-hee. te-hee: you see I laugh with joy. 
 I thank you sirl I thank you sir! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Now, 
 
 Get up and walk. 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 That will be quite easy. 
 (Old Man goes Up, and comes back). 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Huzzah ! your locomotion is perfect. 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 It would be easy for nie to peregrinate, 
 For miles. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 The helmet has done its work : 
 Your forces are once more in harmony : 
 The result is marvelous ; and only begun. 
 Now, take this dose of medicine. 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 What for? 
 
 MACHI-WELLI. 
 
 What has been united, must not be divided : 
 There must be no future separation — 
 This elixir will prevent that. 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 Will it? 
 Then let me drink. (He drinks elixir) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Hath it not a pleasant taste? 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 'Tis bitter, 
 And makes me very sick. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. (atixioiisly) 
 
 What's the matter I 
 
 OLD MAN. 
 
 I faint ! I die ! 
 
 (Ere MACHIAVELLI can catch him he swoons to 
 the floor, and dicsK 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Here's a shocking catastrophe, indeed! 
 
 In scorn I sought to overturn nature's laws. 
 
 And death appears majestic, to defy me. 
 
 To remain here longer, is to tempt fate : 
 
 And yet the medicine will tell no tale. 
 
 First to put away glass, helmet, mirror: 
 
 Then remove him to yonder sofa. (He doss) 
 
 Now to visit Cesare Borgia, at Sinigaglia. 
 
 By the way — this fatality, must be the 
 
 First blow, that Marietta said would be 
 
 Visited upon me : I wonder what will be, 
 
 The second blow! (Exit) 
 
 (Re-enter Marietta. R. 2. E.) 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Where is the old man? I didn't see him leave: 
 But Niccolo just left — oh, there he is. 
 Over on the sofa. My God! he is dead! 
 What will become of Niccolo? Poor Marietta. 
 
 (She swoons: curtain) 
 
 ACT III 
 
 Scene I. — Room of State in Cesare Borgia's Palace 
 at Sinigaglia. The rear zvall is hardwood wain- 
 scot, made in 7 panels, each about 7 feet high 
 and 2 1-2 feet wide: there are 7 base-relief 
 figures of mailed knights, one on each panel, 
 supposed to represent several tyrant Condot- 
 ticri, of the Italian States : the side ivalls are in 
 the same wainscot, tvithout panels: an archway 
 at L. 2. E. covered bv two portieres, which meet 
 in the centre: a door at R. I. E. and a door at 
 R. 3. E.: a double throne at R. 2. near wall. 
 
 (Enter Giovanni and Paolo, R. I. E.) 
 
 GIOVANNI. 
 
 My good Paolo. 
 
 PAOLO. 
 
 What says my Giovanni? 
 
 GIOVANNI. 
 
 How fares the tigress in the castle fosse? 
 
 PAOLO. 
 
 You mean Caterina Sforza, the amazon — 
 
 GIOVANNI. 
 
 And she devil, yes : the warlike mistress. 
 Of Imola and Forli, (her Lord being deadK 
 Cesare Borgia had the fiercest of fighting. 
 In those States : her indomitable courage. 
 Made their conquest no easy task. 
 
 PAOLO. 
 
 Ratlike, 
 She was driven in a corner, and caught 
 At last in her castle's Keep 
 
22 
 
 MACHIAVEI.LI 
 
 GIOVANNI. 
 
 Foolish man! 
 To lock her in ditchy dungeon, below, 
 Here in the Palace of Octavian Riario. 
 
 PAOLO. 
 
 Egad, he had no other alternative. 
 
 Having subdued the proud Lordling, Riario ; 
 
 In his native stronghold of Sinigaglia ; 
 
 He took his Palace for a military seat : 
 
 And used its subterranean passages below. 
 
 For prison cells — so here she came. 
 
 GIOVANNI. 
 
 Caterina and Octavian are sworn friends : 
 Both are quick to kill where they most hate. 
 There are secret panels within the walls. 
 Where lurk assassins : and many an enemy. 
 Of Octavian's, that was seen to enter here, 
 Was never heard of after Cesare's place, 
 I would not take for a thousand florins ! 
 
 PAOLO. 
 
 Whether he like it or no, he must stay : 
 His army is here ; the castle is besieged, 
 And it is difficult for an individual, 
 To get either in or out. 
 
 GIOVANNI. 
 
 When loose you the tigress from her chains ? 
 
 PAOLO. 
 
 I go now to take her for an airing: 
 Wait and watch ; in a trice she is here. 
 
 GIOVANNI. 
 
 What in this Room of State? 
 
 PAOLO. 
 
 'Tis her whim. 
 To stand here awhile upon her daily rounds, 
 Gazing fixedly at yonder mailed knights ; 
 Imaged in has relief upon those panels. 
 It seems tomfoolery to me ; but her tips, 
 Which run into ducats, make me condescending. 
 
 GIOVANNI. 
 
 I shall be on the lookout for her. 
 
 (Exeunt Giovanni and Paolo, R. 3. E.) 
 (Enter Cesare, R. 3. E.) 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Ghostly shadows, last night, cast more terror. 
 To this stout heart ; than all the enemies. 
 That hem me round ! In this trade of war, 
 I have done many cruel and bloody things : 
 But the murder of sister Lucretia's mate, 
 Alfonso, Duke of Bisceglia ; so surfeits me 
 With remorse, that I need but small suasion. 
 To forsake my evil ways. 
 
 (Enter MAniiAVELLi, L. 2. E.) 
 
 MACIIIAVELLI. 
 
 'Tis time you did. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Ah, Niccolo, you are here ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Safe and sound. 
 
 ~ CESARE. 
 
 What makes you look so solemn, man? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Mourning, 
 
 For an old man friend of mine, who died 
 Quite suddenly yesterday. I left Florence, 
 Shortly afterwards, and just arrived here. 
 After some narrow, hair raising escapes. 
 From pursuing soldiers, your wily escort. 
 Succeeded in landing me within these walls. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 You know I am beseiged. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Beseiged ! By whom ? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 By traitors : and their forces hold me tight. 
 You see, I had conquered for the Pope, 
 Those various Italian States ; that together, 
 Make up that vast tract contiguous to Rome, 
 Known as Romagna, Umbria, and the Marches. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I heard the news in Florence. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Well, this done, 
 I fixed my headquarters in chis castle. 
 The several Rulers, whom I had deposed. 
 Soon formed a conspiracy against me ; 
 And marching on to Sinigaglia, here, 
 Have turned this palace into my prison. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 How can I help you ? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 They swear by you ! 
 They have read your Principatibus : and are 
 Madly eager to meet the man that wrote it : 
 Demi-god, or Demi-devil, they call him. 
 Like all Princes, they love war, wealth, power: 
 They love to rob other Nations of Territory : 
 They love to oppress tlieir subjects: therefore. 
 Bow down and worship, any crafty logician ; 
 Who by sophistry, can blind men's reason, 
 And prove to them that such things are right. 
 I sent word to them you were to be here. 
 And invited them to come and meet you : — 
 Also to consider the terms of a treaty. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 In that treaty's making, what role have I ? 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 23 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Machiavellian diplomacy is your offspring: 
 Consisting of treachery, selfishness, craft : 
 Yet to deluge this earth of ours, I fear. 
 With blood and tears and waste and want ! 
 The cunning brain that fashioned it, can. 
 If it try, drive for me — a hard bargain. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 You flatter me : but I will do my best. 
 
 Enter Charlotte and Louise, with an Attendant 
 through the portieres, L. 2. E. the Attendant then 
 retires. 
 
 My dear husband 
 
 CHARLOTTE. 
 I 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 What my Charlotte, you ! 
 (They embrace) And who is this tiny tot ? 
 
 CHARLOTTE. 
 
 Baby Louise ! your Louise, my Louise. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 (He takes her> What a sweet little darling! 
 Louise, do you know me ? 
 
 LOUISE. 
 
 No sir. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 I am your own Papa. 
 
 Darling! 
 
 LOUISE. 
 
 O dear, dear Papa ! 
 Mama told me that you were beautiful — 
 But you are far more beautiful than that ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 My, how she has grown. 
 
 CHARLOTTE. 
 
 Four years old, now : 
 She was less than one, when you le^t Rome. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 But Charlotte dear, what moonstruck madness. 
 Made you risk the dangers of a trip here? 
 
 CHARLOTTE. 
 
 I heard that you were in great extremity. 
 And determined to come to you. The place, 
 Was soldier guarded, but being a woman, 
 They let me pass. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 I love this child Louise ! 
 She has taken firm hold on my heart strings. 
 O, that I were a better man : her father. 
 Should indeed be a paragon of virtue. 
 
 CHARLOTTE. 
 
 That you are not, Cesare, I grieve to think : 
 Forgive me when I say that you are wicked ; 
 And many a tear this knowledge cost me. 
 Force not fame's passage with bloody sword ; 
 But rather ape the soft arts of peace : 
 Then in tranquillity we'll live together : — - 
 O, promise this ! upon my knees I plead ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Rise, rise Charlotte, your prayer is granted : 
 Henceforth, I'll lead a nobler, truer life. 
 
 CHARLOTTE. 
 
 You have made me very happy ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Your pardon, Niccolo ! This gush of welcome, 
 To my wife and child, had to run its course. 
 Let's make amends now, by an introduction : 
 Charlotte, this is Mr. Machiavelli, my friend. 
 
 CHARLOTTE. 
 
 Delighted to meet you! (Thev bo-cv) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Your ladyship's 
 Most obedient servant ! 
 
 CHARLOTTE. 
 
 This is Louise — 
 Our child. (Louise takes his hand) 
 
 As fair, 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 As one of the fabled angels ! 
 
 LOUISE. 
 
 Oh, Mamma, see those beautiful soldiers, 
 Back there on the wall ! Seven of them ! 
 
 (Louise goes Up followed by Charlotte, and ad- 
 mires the bas-relief knights on panels'). 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 By heaven! your wife is almost as lovely. 
 As the dazzling Giulia. I am married now. 
 And must forget lost loves ; but Giulia's fate, 
 Has left a rankling sadness at my heart : — 
 Damn that Prince who lured her off ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 'Twas death. 
 
 That took her. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 But Piero took her first. 
 These Princes are pests : and their subjects, 
 Are well rid of them, — when they abdicate. 
 Are overthrown, die a natural death, 
 Or are struck down by the assassin's hand ! 
 
 (Last line in a hoarse whisper). 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 What do you mean ? 
 
24 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 These Princely Condottieri, 
 Wlio are to be here soon, are false traitors : 
 They deserted you and went to the enemy, 
 And now menace your life. 'Tis folly, 
 To turn the serpent loose to bite again, 
 Once you have it in your power. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 You want me to shed their Ijlood ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Did I say blood? 
 
 Villain ! 
 
 Nonsense — • 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 What then ? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Poison them. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Hah ! that's not a bad idea. Thank fortune, 
 The temjitation is only momentary, for, 
 I have no poison. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Your letter to me. 
 Was a call for help : I know of no helper. 
 Like the mixture contained in this bottle : 
 One grain of it in a glass of wine kills; 
 And leaves no traces for the post mortem. 
 
 CESARE. (aside) 
 
 What shall I do? Ambition beckons on: 
 But my dear Charlotte — my promise to her, 
 Should be kept : yet Niccolo's plan is grand : 
 By Jove ! I will adopt it. 
 
 Your decision ? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 CESARE. 
 
 Will you dispense it? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Will I dispense it : 
 Not at all : nor would I have you do so. 
 The devil prompts men to crime: he commits 
 None himself. Therefore, if religion be true, 
 And at the judgement day, we must appear, 
 Before the .'Mmighty's bar, he will wear 
 Clear skirts. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Give me the stuff: I'll do it. 
 (He takes vial: Charlotte and Louise come Dozvn). 
 
 CHARLOTTE. 
 
 W'herefore do you ring? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 For an attendant. 
 (Attendant appears R. I. E). 
 She will conduct you to the ladies quarters ; 
 Where we will join you anon. Prepare you. 
 For I am expecting guests here soon : stay, 
 Louise must not return. 
 
 (Exeunt Attendant, Char, and Louise, R. 3. E.) 
 The sight of her face would unnerve me. 
 Come, 'H\cco\o-( Exeunt Ccsarc and Mach, R. 3. E.) 
 
 (Enter Caterina in the custody of Paolo, L. 2. E.) 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 Please leave me here a little while alone : 
 This place reminds irie of my former state ; 
 ^^'hen I was sovereign of Imola and Forli. 
 Restraint is irksome to the proud Caterina: 
 Go away — and presently you may return. 
 
 PAOLO. 
 
 Your whitened hair and majestic mien. 
 Together with a tall and stalwart form 
 That has won for you the name of amazon, 
 Plead loudly for your moderate request ; 
 But to obey is like to cost my place. 
 
 caterina. 
 GOLD is effective when all else fails — 
 Here, take these ducats. 
 
 PAOLO. 
 
 My avarice consents, 
 And not my prudence : I'll stand outside, 
 For a space — a short space. (Exit L. 2. E.) 
 
 caterina. 
 (Consulting a letter) Octavian's note says, 
 Tlie signal is "Dante'' — to be spoken first. 
 By letters : then in full. Now to make trial : 
 (She speaks loudly) D — a — n — t — e — Dante ! 
 
 (The seven panels in the rear 7vall open, an armed 
 man steps out of each aperture, the panels then close) 
 
 Note. To the Stage Mechanic. 
 
 Suggestion as to the mechanism of the "panel" 
 
 Scenery. 
 
 The rear wall must have 7 apertures each 7 
 feet high by 2 1-2 feet zvide. There must be 
 a separate section as long as the width of the 
 7vall and 7 1-2 feet high, on zvhich are painted 
 7 Knights, betiveen each of ivhich there is an 
 aperture 7 feet high by 2 1-2 feet zvide. Thus 
 separate section is placed against the wall, with 
 the Knights, in its apertures. By sliding the 
 separate section sidezvays, its apertures will 
 meet the apertures of zvall, and thus afford evr- 
 trances, zvhich zvill close by sliding back again. 
 
 caterina. 
 You know me — I am Caterina Sforza: 
 Friend to your master, Octavian Riario ; 
 And hold this letter from him, just received. 
 
 (Shows letter) 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 25 
 
 ASSASSIN. 
 
 'Tis well he wrote ; for he is a week gone : 
 Our fopd is nearly out ; and you must think, 
 The circumscribed space back of this wall, 
 Admits of none too much air antl light. 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 This letter's date clears him of neglect : 
 Sent four days ago, it only reached me, 
 Through the hands of a bribed servitor. 
 To-day. But I forget! My listening guard, 
 Waits there : gag him tight and bind him too, 
 With this strip of bed-sheet. 
 
 ASSASSIN. 
 
 Four of us, 
 Are enough for that : you three come with me. 
 
 (They go out L. 2. E. and soon return') 
 
 Well? 
 
 CATERINA. 
 ASSASSIN. 
 
 The job is done. 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 That's good, very good ! 
 ..Enter Giovanni, R. 1. E. He recoils on seeing 
 them, and remains in entrance listening. 
 
 GIOVANNI. 
 
 Caterina with strange men ! there's murder, 
 In their thoughts: I'll watch them. 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 Now for the contents of Octavian's note. 
 He says, when he escaped from this Castle, 
 Just before its capture by Cesare Borgia, 
 That he purposely left you behind as spies : 
 Expecting to be able to release you soon. 
 
 ASSASSIN. 
 
 That was our compact. 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 When this same P)orgia, 
 After having robbed me of my Princedom, 
 Immured me in a dungeon underneath. 
 I at once appealed to my stanch ally ; 
 And this answer, delayed as you know- 
 In the transmission, came to me. 
 This clause of the letter is significant. 
 "Kill the tyrant now : and make your escape, 
 All of you, by the servants quarters." 
 
 ASSASSIN. 
 
 Well, 
 Has he kept his word: and well, his bidding 
 Shall be done. That door, leads to the 
 Servants quarters. (Points -ivherc Giovanni is) 
 And there is an egress from them to street. 
 
 GIOVANNI. 
 
 So those cutthroats intend to butcher Cesare ! 
 I must haste to his chambers and warn him. 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 Get back now in your panel hiding i)lace. 
 And when the situation's most opjiortune, 
 For Cesare's death ; I'll give the signal. 
 
 ASSASSIN. 
 
 But, if his soldiers come here ere he does, 
 The gagged guard would make a revelation; 
 And you wouki be taken back to the fosse, 
 Not to be let out again. 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 Then escape you, 
 And leave me to my fate. But never go. 
 Till you have slain the Borgia ! 
 
 ASSASSIN. 
 
 Trust us. 
 To do that : and do it neatly. 
 
 2 ASSASSIN. 
 
 She might now, with our aid, (or alone) 
 Run past the gaping servants to a place 
 Of safety — and we return. 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 Our enterprise. 
 Would be imperiled : no, I prefer to remain- 
 
 ASSASSIN. 
 
 If your signal come not: we will conclude 
 That your jail has swallowed you again: 
 And at midnight, seven ghostly shadows. 
 Shall be seen issuing hence ; to enact 
 The tragedy, in Cesare's own apartments. 
 
 3 ASSASSIN. 
 
 We are familiar with all of the Palace : 
 This door — (He goes to R. 3. E.) opens into 
 A hall that leads to his rooms. Damnation ! 
 Here come soldiers ! 
 
 ASSASSIN. 
 
 D — a — n — t — e — Dante ! 
 
 (Panels open, admitting men, and then elose) 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 Ha. ha! Their e.xistence is mere oblivion. 
 
 (She comes Down to L. I J 
 Enter Cesare, (jiovanni, and Soldiers R. 3. E. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 No one here but Caterina. Now Signora, 
 What has become of your confederates? 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 What confederates? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Don't try to equivocate : 
 Giovanni here, saw you talking with some 
 Cutthroats. 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 Why call them that? 
 
26 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Because, 
 It suits well with their vile occupation : — 
 They came here to assassinate me. Shrew, 
 Where are they ? I demand an answer. 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 Perhaps — 
 Mind you, I say perhaps — harlequin like, 
 They have vanished through the floor. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Waste no more words on the old termagent : 
 She is incorrigible. Go, search the castle. 
 In all parts, half of you : the other half, 
 Remain here to guard me. 
 
 (Exeunt Soldiers, some at each entrance) 
 
 CAPTAIN. 
 
 What shall be done to her? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Nothing just now : 
 She is to remain here, until the seardiers 
 Return. 
 
 Re-enter a soldier with Paolo, L. 2. E. 
 
 SOLDIER. 
 
 We found him lying without in bonds; and 
 Broke them. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 What means this Paolo? 
 
 PAOLO. 
 
 Assassins, 
 Infest the castle: and I firmly believe 
 That the Sforza here knows their hiding place. 
 They took me unawares : appearing, as if 
 By magic. She stared her eyes out once, 
 Gazing at those warriors back there. 
 By heavens ! I have it. One of the panels, 
 That contain those figures, must lead to — 
 A secret passage ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Hah man, you amaze me! 
 I will have a look at them. (He goes Up) 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 Such a thing, Paolo, as you speak of, 
 Is only found in fairy stories. 
 
 CESARE. (comes Dozvn) 
 
 Humph ! 
 Those panels are staunch and immovable, 
 As the solid rock : an integral part. 
 Of the massive woodwork. 
 
 (Enter Soldiers, some at cacli entrance) 
 
 Well minions ! what have you to report ? 
 
 SOLDIER. 
 
 Nothing, my Lord ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 The vultures must have flown ; 
 Probably by way of the servants part — 
 They were heard to mention it- Giovanni, 
 Go thou at once and leave my stern orders. 
 To have a stricter guard kept there. 
 
 GIOVANNI. 
 
 To hear, 
 (Exit R. I. EJ 
 
 Is to obey. 
 
 The blare of a trumpet is heard. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Hark! the trumpet sounds a reveille! Mark, 
 How each man welcomes the metallic melody. 
 Sweet music — be it of instrument or voice. 
 Doth stir to exaltation. Cold listeners, 
 There will always be, whom our eloquence, 
 Can never move: but it is easy to SING, 
 One's way into every heart. 
 
 {Enter a liveried Attendant, L. 2. E.) 
 
 ATTENDANT. 
 
 My Lord, several royal personages, who 
 
 Call themselves rulers of Italian States. 
 
 But deposed by you, and warring against you — 
 
 Crave an audience. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 The tyrant Condottieri ! 
 Conduct them hither at once, with great pomp. 
 And ostentatious ceremony. But first. 
 That we may give them a right royal welcome : 
 Summon here the Lords and Ladies of our Court. 
 
 (Attendant bows and retires, L. 2. EJ 
 
 (Re-enter Charlotte and Machiavelli, R. 3. E.) 
 
 CHARLOTTE. 
 
 My dear husband, I have kept you waiting? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Just a little. It was my present intent, 
 
 To send for you : but happily you are come : 
 
 And Niccolo, too. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Thanks be to your wife. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Our guests have arrived. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 'Tis well we came : 
 It would be a shame to keep Princes, waiting. 
 
 CES.^RE. 
 
 Now Charlotte, you and I will mount the throne, 
 Of the proud Octavian Riario, of Sinigaglia. 
 Niccolo, you keep on our right hand. 
 
 TCesare scats Charlotte and himself on throne, R. 2.) 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 27 
 
 CATERiNA (aside) 
 O, the foul usurper ; the cruel wretch ; 
 Dares to ascend that throne : had I a knife, 
 I'd stab him where he sits ! 
 
 Music: Enter two Attendants, L. 2. E. who, one 
 on each side, hold back the portieres from the en- 
 trance: then enter another Attendant, L. 2. E- 
 
 ATTENDANT. 
 
 The most worshipful — The Lords and Ladies, 
 
 Of our Court! (Enter several couples of ladies and 
 
 gents, zvho take places on either side of throne). 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 When rulers have soldiers at their command ; 
 
 They like to use them ; and the soldiers too, 
 
 Like to be used : therefore, it was agreed, 
 
 Between the coming visitors and ourself. 
 
 To have none present here on either side. 
 
 The soldiers will retire. (Exeunt Soldiers R. 3. E.) 
 
 Now sirrah, you may introduce our guests. 
 
 ATTENDANT. 
 
 It is my delightful duty to announce, 
 To your gracious Majesty, and your Court, 
 The presence of the illustrious Princes ; 
 Who come here by your Majesty's invitation. 
 These august tyrants, being the leaders 
 Of their own soldiers, are also known as 
 Condottieri, or Generals. 
 
 (A flourish of trumpets) 
 
 SiGNORS : — 
 
 Freducci, tyrant of Fermo ! 
 Baglioni, tyrant of Citta di Castella ! 
 Delia Rovere, tyrant of Pesaro ! 
 Manfiedi, tyrant of F'aenza ! 
 Malatesta, tyrant of Rimini ! 
 Verano, tyrant of Camerino ! 
 Bentivoglio, tyrant of Bologna ! 
 Este, tyrant of Ferrera ! 
 Ordelaffi, tyrant of Imola and Forli ! 
 Regent for the imprisoned Sforza. 
 Riario, tyrant of Sinigaglia ! 
 
 (The first tyrant enters L. 2. E. is announced as 
 above, bozvs to Cesare and Court, and goes to L. I. 
 The others follow in quick succession one bv one in 
 the same manner.. Attendants then drop the por- 
 tieres, and zvith the announcing Attendant remain in 
 the background) . 
 
 cesare. 
 Proud Lordlings ! Cesare Borgia greets you all ! 
 Though you and I have waged opposing warfare ; 
 Yet now our thoughts are firmly bent on peace : 
 Which once ratified ; into its crook'd scabbard. 
 Goes my sword : and bloody must be tlie quarrel. 
 That brings it out again. 
 
 FREDUCCI. 
 
 Lady! by your leave. 
 (He and the other Tyrants bozv to CharlotteJ 
 Great Borgia ! We are here, and come as friends ! 
 
 In feathered hats and embroidered doublets. 
 You see us : and we also pant for peace. 
 Casqued and helmeted warriors no longer. 
 But with malice unbarbed and velvet garbed, 
 We come not as the lion, but the dove. 
 Yet, untrampled foes, or wavering friends. 
 Could make us take our weapons up again. 
 Spokesman am I for us all. 
 
 tyrants. 
 
 He is, he is! 
 Bravo, bravo ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Signers, from my deep heart, 
 I thank you ! And we will drink your health, 
 In a glass of wine, anon. — Allow me, now. 
 To present to you Mr. Niccolo Machiavelli: 
 Author of the famous work on diplomacy. 
 Called "Principatibus." 
 
 TYRANTS. 
 
 Delighted ! delighted ! 
 
 BAGLIONI. 
 
 Yes, I am sure all of us ARE delighted, 
 To meet ITS author ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 And I, Signors, am glad! 
 Very glad to meet some of those Princes, 
 For whose damnation the book was written ! 
 
 TYRANTS. 
 
 Hear! Hear! 
 
 MALATESTA. 
 
 Egad, Messer Machiavelli speaks, 
 Murderous thoughts, with an exquisite polish : 
 But his mighty prototype the devil. 
 Is renowned for that. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Sugar catches flies. 
 
 DELLA ROVERE. 
 
 The devil is always painted with horns ; 
 But the Signor has raven locks instead : 
 And the devil's said to have cloven hoofs ; 
 While he has shapely patent-leathered feet. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Sir, you do me much honor. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Now with regard to the treaty. 
 
 BENTIVOGLIO. 
 
 We can soon agree on that. 
 
 I think, 
 
 TYRANTS. 
 
 Yes, amicably ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Here is my proposition. Each one of you, 
 To retain his territory, unmolested — 
 (But as feudatory of the Pope): provided. 
 That you pay your long overdue back taxes, 
 Into the Papal treasury. 
 
28 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 MANFREDI. 
 
 Great Borgia! 
 You despoiled us of our lands; and placed 
 Your soldiers there : but thanks to our bands. 
 Of troops and mercenaries; we live in hopes, 
 To drive them out. Besides, in this castle, 
 You yourself are held fast prisoner: 
 Which is to our advantage. Nevertheless, 
 Your offer seems fair, and gets my favor. 
 Wliat say you, Lordlings, shall we accept it ? 
 
 TYRANTS. 
 
 Yes ! Yes ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Thanks, thanks, noble Condottieri ! 
 Now we can lay aside our war weapons ; 
 And at once declare a general amnesty. 
 Ere you depart, I'll have my secretary. 
 Write down these promises made betwixt us ; 
 And we will affix our signatures. Then 
 Has there been made — a solemn treaty. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 A treaty is only a scrap of paper. 
 
 But, 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 That is all : unless there be faith behind. — 
 Poor indeed, is that man, in whose promise 
 To keep faith, no trust can be reposed. 
 
 VITELLI. 
 
 Yet Princes are never to be trusted. 
 We would not have you trust us, nor will 
 You be trusted. Your words are honeyed now. 
 And so are ours. Is it strange that diplomats. 
 Can plead so well for Kingdoms ; when lawyers, 
 Plead so sophistically for clients? 
 
 VERANO. 
 
 And, 
 
 Principatibus — which treats of Machiavellian 
 Diplomacy, has confirmed Princes in those 
 Vices, to which they were always more or less 
 Addicted. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 There is no gainsaying tlie truth, 
 That treaties are often violated : — 
 Still, Nations now do, and will continue 
 To make them. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 A truce now to dull business : 
 Let us do justice to some delicacies. 
 In the banquet hall adjoining: just across 
 This corridor by which you entered. 
 Friends : please follow my Lady and myself. 
 
 (Exeunt L. 2. E. all but Caterina and Riario: 
 Cesare returning hastily, overhears RiARio's first 
 speech and hides in the folds of a portiere). 
 
 RIARIO. 
 
 Say, Caterina, how is it that Cesare's 
 Still alive! 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 Simply on account of lack 
 Of oi)[)ortunity. Your seven assassins. 
 Only await my signal, to rush forth 
 From their hiding place and kill him! 
 
 RIARIO. 
 
 Don't give that signal until I tell you: 
 The assassin Ordelaffi will do the trick ; 
 And if he fails, we still have the others. 
 
 Who is Ordelaffi? 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 RIARIO. 
 
 A cutthroat ; whose service 
 Has been often brought into requisition. 
 When these Princes' contemplated visit here, 
 At Cesare's invitation, was not abandoned. 
 It became obvious that he was still alive. 
 What had interfered with my note's command? 
 I knew not : so determined to bring along 
 The assassin, to provide for emergencies. 
 Introduced under the pseudonym of regent, 
 The Princes know nothing of his character. 
 And would be loath to countenance the crime — 
 Yet will be glad when it is done. 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 Octavian, 
 When I saw him sit on your throne, my anger 
 Knew no bounds- 
 
 RIARIO. 
 
 Well, have patience a while. 
 And all will be avenged. Hush — 
 fCESARE as though just entering, comes Down). 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Your pardon, Caterina : and yours too, 
 Riario. When I recalled our prisoner 
 Was at large, I retraced my steps. Madam, 
 Be prisoner no longer, but join us all. 
 At yonder feast. 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 I thank you kindly, Sir. 
 
 RIARIO. 
 
 Come, let me be your escort. 
 
 (Exeunt L. 2. E. Cesare folloiving to entrance). 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 That was a lucky listening: but for that. 
 They would have had my life : and may now. 
 To flee this place is my only purpose : 
 But how to get Charlotte and Niccolo here? 
 Let me think : — ah, here comes an attendant. 
 (Enter Attendant, L. 2. E.) Well, sirrah. 
 
 ATTENDANT. 
 
 My Lord, all the banqueters are asking. 
 Where is our host? and have sent me forth, 
 In quest of you. 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 29 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Send Niccolo and my wife, here: 
 And crave the guests' indulgence for us three, 
 On the ground of necessity. Implore them. 
 In my name, to proceed with the carousal. 
 ^Attendant Iwk's and retires, L. 2. E. Cesare 
 paces floor: enter Charlotte, L. 2. E.) 
 
 CHARLOTTE. 
 
 What hath chanced ? 
 
 cesare. 
 
 Waste no time in queries : 
 Get Louise and yourself ready to depart, 
 And I will join you soon. There's danger here: 
 Yea, the very walls are full of it. 
 
 CHARLOTTE. 
 
 Danger ! 
 Then duty bids me stay. You're angry now, 
 You stamp your foot : well, I obey dear. 
 And fear will lend me wings. 
 (Exit Charlotte, R. 3. E. enter Mack. L. 2. EJ 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Niccolo, are we safe f I'om intrusion ? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Yes: 
 
 For a moment : but the hot-blooded Princes, 
 Are growing irascible : and Ordelaffi, 
 Swears that he will come to you. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Ordelaffi, 
 Is a trained assassin hired by Riario, 
 Unknown to the others, to murder me. 
 And seven other rascals are in hiding. 
 Awaiting a signal to spring upon me. 
 These seven mysteriously disappeared. 
 After plotting my death with Caterina, 
 A short half hour ago: there is no time 
 For further details. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 And who is Caterina? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 A prisoner — whose liberty is prized by 
 The Princes : chancing to be here, I let 
 Her remain. On entering the banquet hall, 
 I recalled that she had been left behind : 
 Returning, I found her talking with Riario ; 
 And heard my name mentioned. From the folds 
 Of a curtain, I listened to their plot. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Well what are you going to do about it? 
 
 (Stroking his mustache) 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 There's but one thing to do : quit here now. 
 Charlotte has gone to prepare : we'll join her, 
 And go through the back way of the 
 Servants quarters. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 There's but one thing to do : 
 And it is NOT— to flee. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 What is it, then? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Be the executioner, and not the victim. 
 Summon your soldiers : beat down the Princes : 
 And over their prostrate and lifeless forms, 
 Stride to power ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 No, no ! I am weary, 
 (Jf this ever striving forcefully for 
 Fame and plunder. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 There is a still better way : 
 You forget the poison. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 By heaven, yes ! 
 That meditated sin, was effaced from my soul, 
 Before it festered, by the sweet faces 
 Of my wife and child: and then the Princes 
 Were so condescending. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Why my dear fellow. 
 You are becoming childish. The best way. 
 You can become a good husband and father, 
 Is to make for yourself a name. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 A name ! 
 Can "a name" compensate a man for the loss. 
 Of all the finer qualities of the soul? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Soul — is it possible that YOU have begim 
 To believe in that bugaboo. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Besides that, 
 I am a son of the Pope : Duke of Valentinois : 
 And the possessor of considerable wealth. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 These are but the stepping stones to glory ! 
 Come, your answer? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Don't tempt me ! I dare not ! 
 (Enter Attendant, L. 2. EJ . 
 
 ATTENDANT. 
 
 My Lord — the Princes are coming in here. 
 The Lords and Ladies of your Court try 
 To restrain them : but I fear in vain. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Let them come! They will find the birds flown! 
 But sirrah, hold them back a little while. 
 To ensure our escape. Come, Niccolo. 
 
 TCesare starts for R. 3. E. Attendant for L. 2. E.) 
 
30 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Hold! both of you! (To Attendant) You sir, 
 Are greatly attached to your Master here ; 
 And would not falter when he asked you 
 To do a hazardous service for him ; which, 
 Would touch vour love, indeed ? 
 
 ATTENDANT. 
 
 I would not. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I thought as much. Well, this service you 
 Can render him, strikes at his very life; 
 And is not difficult for you. Your master 
 Has a glass phial : get it from him. Cesare, 
 Why do you hesitate ? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Fiend, what deviltry, 
 Are you hatching now? 
 
 (Gives Attendant the poison). 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Tlie Princes will be here very shortly ; 
 And we will drink a roust to their health : 
 Therefore, have a decanter of wine ready, 
 When it is called for. What think you, 
 Of emptying the contents of this phial, 
 Into the wine? Mark you, I do not say 
 To you— do it : I only SUGGEST it. 
 
 ATTENDANT. 
 
 Hah !— 
 
 Would it do them goodi 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 It would be good. 
 
 For your royal master. 
 
 O, I can't say. 
 
 ATTENDANT. 
 
 Would it, my Lord? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Hark ! there's no time to lose : 
 Speak out, man. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Heaven forgive me ! Yes, yes ! 
 
 ATTENDANT. 
 
 What is good for master, is good for them : 
 I will do it. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Then set about it straight. 
 But, remember sirrah, on your own life. 
 Serve the mixture to none but the Princes, 
 And Caterina: but fail not to serve them.' 
 
 Have another decanter for the rest of us 
 
 But you are skilled in your catering; 
 You know best how to do it. Now go. 
 
 (Exit Attendant, R. I. E.) 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 To what depths I have fallen ! And think too, 
 This holocaust of poisoning is useless. 
 With the doors unguarded : you have forgot, 
 The seven assassins. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I had thought of that, 
 And of this way for protection 'gainst them. 
 After the Princes once re-enter here. 
 Guards must be placed at every entrance. 
 When the drama is ended ; these soldiers. 
 Will enter and become your constant guard : 
 Your duress will be short : the Princes down. 
 The siege will soon be lifted, and you can 
 Quit the castle. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Excellent, upon my soul ! 
 And if the villain Ordelaffi attack me, 
 I hope to hold him off. Now to summon. 
 The soldiers. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Where are they? I will do that. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 In the armory, adjacent to my rooms. 
 
 (Hoarse murnmrs zvithin). 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Hark ! here come the Princes. Greet them well : 
 Explain your absence with some monstrous lie : 
 Your wife's friends called; afifairs of state; 
 Anything: ask them to sink all resentment, 
 In a round of wine. I'm back in a trice. 
 
 (Exit MACHIAVELLI, R. 3. E.) 
 
 Enter Tyrants and Caterina, L. 2. E. followed by 
 the "Court." During the Tyrants' dialogue, the 
 court lines up beside the throne. 
 
 RIARIO. 
 
 Say what you will, his continued absence. 
 Looks suspicious. 
 
 freducci. 
 
 Yet, he sent for his wife. 
 And friend : and made good excuse. 
 
 ORDELAFFI. 
 
 I tell you, 
 He has given us the slip ! 
 
 (Cries of "Yes, yes." followed by "No, no.") 
 
 BAGLIONI. 
 
 To those of you that doubt him, I would say : 
 Know you not how oft stern duty, intrudes 
 Its ugly self, to interfere with pleasure? 
 
 TYRANTS. 
 
 That's true, Baglioni. 
 
 manfredi. 
 
 And the Borgia is, 
 ITS victim. And here he comes. 
 
 (Cesare makes believe to be entering, R. 3. E.) 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 31 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 My Lords — I have wronged you, and that fault, 
 Lies heavy on me. 
 
 RIARIO. 
 
 The affront, were it such, 
 Was a gross one : and some of our hot blooded, 
 Vented their wrath in unmeasured terms. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 But Siguors, you must forgive me, when you 
 Hear the facts. Some vital intelligence, 
 I need not tell you by whom communicated, 
 Made it almost imperative for me to leave 
 Sinigaglia at once. In my dire dilemma, 
 I summoned my wife and Messer Machiavelli, 
 To talk the matter over, and try to find 
 A way out of it. 
 
 TYRANTS. 
 
 Well, well, did you find one? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Yes, yes : or rather friend Machiavelli did. 
 
 TYRANTS. 
 
 What was it? 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 My Lords, after we have had, 
 A glass of wine together ; you shall know, 
 All about it. Each one wifl be well taught. 
 Still another trick, of the perfidious 
 Machiavellian diplomacy. (Rings bell and Attend- 
 ant appears R. I. E) Some wine, ho! 
 (Exit Attendant) I am deuced thirsty: 
 And think. Gentlemen, I have not yet drank 
 With you. 
 
 TYRANTS. 
 
 We'll drink a bumper together ! 
 
 ORDELAFFI. 
 
 Octavian, don't you touch the Borgia's wine: 
 It may be poisoned. 
 
 RIARIO. 
 
 Indeed, 'tis whispered. 
 That poison administered by him, caused 
 The death of Alfonso, Duke of Bisceglia ; 
 His sister Lucretia's husband. 
 
 Enter two Attendants, R. I. E. each bearing a silver 
 salver filled with gold and silver cups of wine. 
 One serves the Princes and Caterina, and the other 
 serves Cesare and his Court. Cesare has just 
 mounted the throne. 
 
 CESARE. (rising) 
 Mighty Princes — Cesare Borgia, and his Court ; 
 This ruddy nectar quaff ; to your good healths, 
 And ever waxing joys ! 
 
 MALATESTA. 
 
 The poetaster says : 
 While aching hearts at every feast are found. 
 There's ne'er a mourner when the wine goes round : 
 Hail ! to Cesare Borgia, and his Court. 
 
 TYRANTS. 
 
 Hail! 
 
 (They drink: Attcn. gather eups, and exeunt R. I. EJ 
 
 RIARIO. (aside) 
 
 Ordelaffi, that drink must have been drugged. 
 With a narcotic poison! my brain's on fire! 
 
 ORDELAFFI. 
 
 Thank my stars ! I threw mine over my head. 
 I tried to spill the contents of your cup, 
 But you prevented me. 
 
 RIARIO. 
 
 I watched the rogues : 
 There was no tampering with the stuff, here. 
 
 ORDELAFFI. 
 
 But there was — there. (Pointing zvithin) 
 
 VITELLI. 
 
 Zounds ! I am as giddy, as a landlubber. 
 At sea in a storm : and my sight fails me. 
 
 DELLA ROVERE. 
 
 Signers' we are undone by villainy ! 
 Let's bear it like men. If any escape, 
 Theirs be the revenge ! 
 
 TYRANTS. 
 
 Revenge! Revenge! 
 
 BENTIVOGLIO 
 
 Convulsion wracked, my entire system is ! 
 Now, a deatlily stupor comes on. 
 
 VERANO- 
 
 These legs, 
 That bore me stiffy up on many a 
 Bloody field, now tremble underneath me. 
 
 COURTIER. 
 
 Piteous spectacle ! What hideous distemper, 
 Hath overtaken them all? 
 
 COURT (separately) 
 
 Apoplexy-Epilepsy— 
 The plague— Poisoned ! 
 
 COLTRTIER. 
 
 Turn we away our eyes. 
 From the lugubrious sight! (They talk together) 
 
 ORDELAFFI. (aside) 
 
 See the proud spirits, subdued by treachery, 
 One by one give up the ghost : now they 
 Are all fallen : I must play the possum. 
 And fall too. (He falls.) 
 
 CESARE. (comes Down) 
 Grewsome sight ! There is not magic enough. 
 In a multitude of sensual pleasures, 
 
32 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 To efface this murder from my consciousness. 
 And there are prosy details yet undone: 
 The bodies must be disposed of ; and 
 Wagging and gossiping tongues silenced. 
 
 (During the [Progress of Cesare's speech above, 
 Ordchiffi li'ith drawn poignard crouches along 
 the floor until he reaches Cesare, then rises 
 and is about to stab him, when Machiavelli who 
 has entered R. 3. E, and taken a poignard from 
 a dead Tyrant, stabs Ordclaffi in the back, and 
 he falls.)' 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Confound it! I am really discomposed! 
 
 I didn't like to do that ; I was forced to. 
 
 So — we that give out suggestions to crime ; are 
 
 Sure at last to become PARTICEPS CRIMINIS. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Thanks Niccolo ! That was a rare service ; 
 And rendered just in the nick of time ! 
 But what kept you so? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Placing the soldiers, 
 To guard each door; I myself saw to it. 
 My absence seemed to harm you none ; for 
 You did well ! Very well ! And stone dead, 
 Here lie a dozen of that ugly brood, 
 Dubbed with the lofty sobriquet of Princes ; 
 Who claim that thev hold a broad license 
 To do crimes, by virtue of a RIGHT DIVINE. 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 What's that noise? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Groans I upon my life, groans! 
 Some one still lives ! (They go to C. 2.) 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 It is Caterina! Her indomitable spirit, 
 Combats even the unconquerable death. 
 See, now she makes a superhuman effort, 
 Rises a little and speaks. 
 
 CATERINA. 
 
 Heaven help me : 
 And lend me strength to give the signal. 
 D— a— n— t— e— Dante I (She dies) 
 
 (The panels open, ad7nitting the seven, then close) 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Wliat legerdemain is this ! Walls hold men ; 
 As well as having ears. Well Gentlemen? 
 
 ASSASSIN. 
 
 Cesare Borgia, your time has come! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 What would you have of me? 
 
 ASSASSIN. 
 
 Cutthroats, 
 
 Only your life! 
 
 CESARE. (draws) 
 
 Then take it if you can. 
 
 (They surround Cesare, and Machiavelli is 
 thus freed, and goes to L. 2. E. to call the 
 Soldiers: the "Court" women are hysterical, 
 and the "Court" men make ineffectual efforts 
 to aid Cesare.) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. (calls) 
 
 Soldiers ! Soldiers ! 
 
 CHARLOTTE, (enters R. 3. E.) 
 
 For God's sake ! have mercy ! 
 This man is my husband ! 
 
 (Cesare falls, and she falls on him, as Soldiers 
 enter L. 2. E. and pursue fleeing Assassins who 
 try to escape by R. I. E. but are confronted 
 there by more soldiers, and arrested) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Alas ! I came as near to loving this man ; 
 
 As is in my nature ! Now he is dead : 
 
 And his widow weeps over him. He sought 
 
 To become, for the sake of his wife and child, 
 
 A good man. I prompted him to evil : 
 
 I was his bad counselor. Repenting not. 
 
 Of old sins, but committing new ones. 
 
 The Higher Power, as Marietta calls it, 
 
 Sends on me the second blow. 
 
 Ha, ha, ha! now for the third one! 
 
 (Curtain) 
 
 ACT IV 
 
 Scene /. — The Medicean Cardcns at Florence. 
 The stage is set as loggia; zvith a lozu balus- 
 trade in the rear, in the centre of zvhich is an 
 open gateway : back of titis is a 7'ista of foliage 
 flozvers and statuary; a vineclad porch at R. 2. 
 E. leads to Medici palace, (palace is out of 
 sight) a public entrance at L. 2. E. a stand at 
 C. 2., a few easy chairs. Music playing at in- 
 tervals. 
 
 Enter machiavelli, lucia, and guiseppe, L. 2. E. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Guiseppe — Lucia — behold the Medicean Gardens! 
 (They go Up, and gaze backzvards) 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 Entrancing! A bower of foliage and flowers. 
 Intermingled with divine statuary! 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 33 
 
 GUISEPPE. 
 
 The air, 
 
 Is redolent of perfume ! smell it Lucia : 
 The woodbine spices are wafted abroad, 
 And the musk of the rose is blown. 
 
 (They go to R. 2. E. mid gaae off RJ 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 Guiseppe, 
 See, see, how the casement jessamine stirs. 
 To the music of flute and bassoon. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 That, 
 
 Is the Medici palace : and its vineclad porch. 
 Leads out here into this loggia. — 
 Leave me awhile : I would meditate. 
 
 (Guiseppe and Lucia come Dozvn) 
 
 GUISEPPE. 
 
 The roses' red lure goes into my blood. 
 As the instruments clash in the hall : 
 That you too are dreaming of love is seen. 
 By your bosom's quick rise and fall. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 Love ! I know naught of love : I am too young. 
 
 GUISEPPE. 
 
 You are fourteen: only three years my junior: 
 And besides, love is the very first thing. 
 That youth learns. 
 
 LUCIA, (archly) 
 
 Guiseppe, how can I learn, 
 Without a teacher? 
 
 GUISEPPE. 
 
 Lucia, let me teach you ! 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 Do you think it would be nice? 
 
 GUISEPPE. 
 
 Oh, SO nice! 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 To walk the Gardens, would be nicer— come. 
 
 (Exeunt Guiseppe and Lucia, R. U. EJ 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. ( gadiig off R.) 
 
 There goes the damned Giuliano de Medici ; 
 With a lady on his arm. Gibing aristocrat ! 
 Would that I had the chance to make away 
 With him ! 
 
 (Enter two servants. R. 2. E. with a shaft of marble 
 partly sculptured, they stand it L. I.) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 What is that? 
 
 1 SERVANT. 
 
 A partly sculptured statue: 
 The shaft is from the Isle of Paros quarries. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Ah ! Parian marble. 
 
 (The Seri'ants go out and return with an easel) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 What have you there? 
 
 2 SERVANT. 
 
 A nearly done picture. 
 By II Divino — "the divine" 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Who the deuce, 
 
 Is II Divino? 
 
 1 SERVANT. 
 
 Raphael, the great artist ! 
 Here he comes; and Michael Angelo, too. 
 
 (They enter R. 2. E.) 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Dear Niccolo ! pardon us for the delay : 
 We went to the palace to get our tools : 
 Vide — palette, paints, brushes, and stool. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 And I have, a stool, chisel, and mallet. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Do you work in this loggia? 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Quite often. 
 One must quit the dull studio sometimes. 
 To bask in nature's beauties ! 
 
 But, Niccolo, 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Now that you are here — 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Don't suspend, I pray : 
 It will be a rare treat to see you work ! 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Just as you please. 
 
 (Raphael begins painting the picture, and 
 Michael begins carving the statue.) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Michael, do you make a model? 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Never : — 
 From the rude block to the finished statue, 
 'Tis my mind's conception that guides me. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 You cut away very rapidly. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 The chisel's blow. 
 Often goes to within almost a hair's breadth. 
 Of the final surface. 
 
34 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 But if you cut too deep? 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 The statue is spoilt : no depth of regret, 
 Can undo the harm : the missing chips, 
 Can't be restored. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Some of your blows are rough. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 There is a divinity, which guides the hand, 
 Even when our strokes seem of the roughest. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Of whom is the statue? 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Of Giuliano de Medici. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 The devil ! 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Why do you call on your double? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 To emphasize fury : besides I need his help. 
 Against this man. Twenty years ago, Piero, 
 His elder brother, was banished Florence, 
 And died shortly after. The domination, 
 Of the proud De Medici, over the Republic, 
 Seemed forever ended 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 How quickly time passes: 
 A few months before Piero was banished 
 We met him at the great I^orenzo's funeral. 
 I was only nine then, Michael was eighteen. 
 And you Niccolo? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Twenty three then : now 
 
 I am forty three. 
 
 Poor Cesare ! he is dead some years 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 And Cesare, was sixteen. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 He died. 
 Ten years ago. Albeit, I am not given, 
 To grief ; I was utterly beside myself ! 
 Happily, I found relief in distant scenes: 
 Being at once sent at my own request, 
 On diplomatic missions, to Ma>rimilian, 
 The (lerman Emperor: and to Louis XII, 
 Of France. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Long absent ; and just reached home. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Yes — to find too, to my much amazement, 
 Though advices had somewhat prepared me 
 For the catastrophe: to find Florence, 
 Under the heel of Giuliano de Medici : 
 The mighty "ten" proscribed ; and their head. 
 The Gonfaloniere Soderini, in prison. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 And all this metamorphosis came about. 
 As follows. Giuliano's brother Giovanni, 
 Was chosen Pope; with the title of Leo X. 
 On being elevated to that high position. 
 He at once plotted to establish Giuliano, 
 As the Duke of Florence. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 And succeeded ! 
 I have heard the damned story. Curse him, 
 "The Ten" have been deposed ; and Niccolo 
 Has lost his heavy perquisites and place ; 
 All owing to this spurious Duke of Florence! 
 I mean to do him harm : and to be frank. 
 It was largely that laudable purpose. 
 Which led me to accept your invitation. 
 To come here to-day. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Oh, make the best of it : 
 Be happy. — Here comes Leonardo. 
 
 (Enter Leonardo and Ariosto, L. 2. EJ 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 My dear Michael, Raphael, and Niccolo ! 
 
 Ariosto, and I will shake your hands : 
 
 Though we met to-day already. (They shake) 
 
 ARIOSTO. 
 
 It is an ill wind, indeed, that blows good. 
 To nobody : the Medici's return to power. 
 Has again thrown open this paradise. 
 To painters and poets. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 If oidy we were 
 As good painters, as Ariosto is poet. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Is he a Petrarch ? 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Two hundred years ago, 
 The immortal Dante, lived right here 
 In Florence: and wrote the "Divina Commedia." 
 Now we have another aspirant for fame. 
 In Ariosto here: with his "Orlando Furioso:" 
 An epic in forty cantos : wherein he tells. 
 Of the false and fickle maid Angelica : 
 Whose neglect caused the ardent Orlando, 
 To become NON COMPOS MENTIS. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 How could you ever write so much? 
 
 Forty cantos! 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 35 
 
 ARIOSTO. 
 
 By Jove ! 
 My whole soul was in the thing: I felt like 
 Making it a hundred. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 To read it, then, 
 Would have made one as crazy as Orlando. 
 
 Ha, ha, ha ! 
 
 OMNES. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 Michael Angelo, here it was, 
 In this rustic loggia, that you carved, 
 Your "Venus de Medici." 
 
 ARIOSTO. 
 
 And such a statue ! 
 Confound it, us poor poets are compelled, 
 To be content to excel at one thing: 
 Either the sonnet, or the epic : but 
 Leonardo and Michael are equally good 
 Sculptors and painters. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 You don't mention me : 
 I am only a painter. 
 
 ARIOSTO. 
 
 That's all Raphael : 
 
 You are a painter only : but said to be, 
 
 The best one that the world will yet produce. 
 
 What are you painting now? 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 "The Transfiguration." 
 
 ARIOSTO. 
 
 Ah! that is a sublime subject. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Come now — 
 What is the transfiguration ? Enlighten me, 
 I pray you. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Listen to this from the scripture. 
 
 "And after six days, Jesus taketh Peter, James, 
 and John his brother, and bringeth them up into a 
 high mountain apart. 
 
 "And was transfigured before them : and his face 
 did shine as the sun, and his raiment was white as 
 the light." 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 In other words, this same Jesus, was changed. 
 Into a heavenly state : but my dear fellow, 
 I don't believe in a heaven. 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Disbelief, 
 Of a thing, cannot obliterate the thing. 
 There is such a place : a divine region. 
 Entered only through the portals of death : 
 But loved while alive : and enjoyed in 
 Anticipation. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 The most of us, sometime 
 In our lives, are taken on a mountain, 
 And shown glimpses of heaven. Perhaps never 
 Transfigured, as Jesus was, but transformed. 
 Some sudden joy, or some sudden sorrow, 
 Coming into our lives, will give to our 
 Fleshly faces, a touch of the divine. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Humbug, sir, humbug. — (He now sees Lucia and 
 Guiscppc. who had entered R. U. E. and are 
 standing at R. IJ Jupiter look at 
 
 Lucia's face: it is fairly transformed! 
 
 What catised this marvelous change? Perhaps 
 
 Guiseppe has been making love to her, — 
 
 Why, Gentlemen, my own daughter, gives me 
 
 Ocular demonstration, of the truth of 
 
 Your contention. 
 
 LEONARDO. 
 
 That is your daughter, eh ? 
 A sweet maid! Well, with her unconscious aid, 
 I trust that these two moralizers here, 
 Have made some impression on you. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Yes, yes ! 
 The exhubcrance of you all, is contagious : 
 You live in a world of joy and hope ; 
 Where skepticism and pessimism are unknown. 
 I feel inclined to quit my evil ways. 
 Forever. My crooked life, hath brought me, 
 No profit. 
 
 (Enter an Attendant, R. 2. E. bearing a silver 
 salver containing glasses of wine, and 2 gold cups 
 of 2vine: he sets it on a stand at C. 2.) 
 
 attendant. 
 
 His Grace — Giuliano de Medici : accompanied 
 By her Ladyship, the Duchess : is coming 
 In friendly greeting : to drink a bumper 
 Of wine together : and watch you awhile 
 At your work. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 The presence of their majesties. 
 We eagerly await ! 
 
 (Exit Attendant R. 2. E. others gather at C. 2.) 
 MACHIAVELLI. (aside) 
 
 Two golden cups — by heavens ! these must be, 
 The Tyrant's and his Mate's : I will make sure. 
 Michael, here are two vessels of virgin gold, 
 Among the plainer glasses. Who gets these ? 
 If they go by chance, lucky that two indeed, 
 Who qualT the ruby from their shining lips. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 It is sacrilege to touch them even ! 
 
 They are the Duke and Duchess' own private 
 
 Drinking mugs. 
 
36 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 MACHiAVELLi. (aside) 
 
 His own private drinking mug — 
 Poison in his wine ! that will fix him ! 
 His wine : which is his ? Lest he escape, 
 I must poison hers too. Alas! my good 
 Intents and thoughts, are but like obstacles. 
 That a stone meets in rolling down the hill. 
 I am ever going lower : first suggcstor, 
 Then perpetrator — of crime. 
 
 (Machiavelli covertly puts poison, in the 2 gold 
 cups of wine, but is seen by Attendant about to 
 re-enter R. 2. E. ivho zvithdra'vs. and then enters). 
 
 attendant. 
 The Duke and Duchess De Medici! 
 
 (They enter R. 2. E). 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Friends all!— Please pardon this intrusion. 
 To look upon you sometimes while at work, 
 Has become such a rare treat : that either 
 By accident or design, we are often here. 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 We are the protegees; you the patrons. 
 By your gracious leave we have the entree, 
 Of this flowery paradise! 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 The presence, 
 Of the Duchess and yourself, is a great 
 Condescension. 
 
 DUCHESS. 
 
 The Medicean Gardens, 
 Are my delight : and I like to see all 
 Lovers of the fine arts enjoy them! 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Now Raphael, how do you progress with 
 "The Transfiguration?" 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 Well, exceeding well ! 
 My Liege. 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 And Michael here carves a statue. 
 Of ourself. Many a statue's famous for 
 The sculptor's art ; and not the man himself : 
 But we intend to impress ourself upon 
 The times ; and leave a name behind us. — 
 Your pardon, Signors, I had forgot the wine: 
 Come, join me! 
 (He takes gold cups, and hands one to Duchess). 
 
 ATTENDANT. 
 
 Don't touch it, your Grace! 
 It may be poisoned ! 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 What mean you, sirrah ? 
 
 ATTENDANT. 
 
 I must speak out, even at the risk of 
 
 Incurring your displeasure. (Points at Mach.j 
 
 The Signor, took something from his pocket, 
 
 Split it in two, and then held his hands 
 
 Over the royal cups. They must be drugged : 
 
 If they are not, I humbly crave your mercy, 
 
 And his pardon. 
 
 DUCHESS. 
 
 Taste it not, Giuliano dear ! 
 
 Neither will I. 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Let's proceed to sift the thing: 
 What can you say, Sir? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 It is preposterous ! 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 We will soon see. Take the two cups outside. 
 And pour the whole contents down the throats. 
 Of two dogs. Let me know the result of 
 The experiment. 
 
 (Exit Attendant with the 2 cups, R. 2. E.) 
 
 MICHAEL. 
 
 Your Grace, our hearts are so well attuned, 
 To your long continued health ; that he, who 
 Strikes at you, hurts us ! 
 
 RAPHAEL. 
 
 'Tis a heinous charge ! 
 And the accused, one of our party. 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 W^e, 
 
 Blame you not : the best of friends go wrong. 
 (Enter some Soldiers, R. 2. E.) 
 
 1 SOLDIER. 
 
 My Liege — the Attendant who just left here. 
 Ordered us to your august presence. 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 You may remain. 
 
 (Re-enter Attendant with empty cups, R. 2. E.) 
 
 Well sirrah, what is your report ? 
 
 attendant. 
 
 Your Grace — 
 We took two dogs, and gave a cup to each ; 
 And— 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Wliy do you hesitate? speak out man. 
 
 attendant. 
 And they both died. 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Soldiers, arrest this man. 
 
 Damnation ! dead say you I 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 i7 
 
 (Machiavelli is sehcd. Lucia clings to him>. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 O, Papa ! Papa ! they shall not harm you. 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Now sir, perhaps you will give some reason, 
 For the making of this treacherous attack, 
 Upon our life: what do you say? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Nothing. 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Lock him up in the dungeon of tiie palace : 
 
 He shall be given the torture : that will 
 
 Make him speak! (Exeunt R. 2. E.) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 What is the result? 
 
 Scene //. — Machiaz't-Hi's Cell, in the dungeon of 
 the Medici Palace. Gloomy and bare: a lamp 
 suspended from ceiling; a small table at R. I. 
 a rope runs over a pulley in the ceiling, with the 
 Olds hanging dozvn near to floor at C. 2.; a 
 pair of handcuffs, a heavy weight, and a high 
 stool, are on the floor, nearby; an iron-grating 
 door at B. 2. E. 
 
 (Discovered Machiavelli, reading.) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 "What profiteth it a man, if he gain the whole world, 
 
 and lose his own soul?" 
 I read from the Bible : the book of books : 
 That these Christians prate so much about. 
 Fine literature ! very fine literature ! 
 But there is many a fable extaqt, too, 
 That has been most wondrously related. 
 "Take this book and read it." said the Priest, 
 "It will do you good." (Drops book, and rises) 
 Am I awake, or dreaming? What! the slick, 
 Niccolo Madiiavelli, a prisoner here. 
 In the gloomy dungeon of the De Medici. 
 By Jove! it is no joke to be in limbo: 
 'Tis easy to commit crimes with impunity. 
 But quite another thing to be detected. 
 Soon to be, too, a victim of "the question :" — 
 That cruel torture, will extract confession : 
 And confession means the axe. Deuce take it, 
 I am in the doldrums! Oh, that some trifle 
 Might occur, to cheer me up ! 
 
 (Enter Court Buffoon, dressed in motley. B. 2. £."> 
 
 BUFFOON. 
 
 Fool ! wise man ! fool ! wise man ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Buffoon, 
 Why do you balance the bawble on your 
 Finger's end ? 
 
 BUFFOON. 
 
 Weighing — the fool's follies, 
 Against the wise man's. 
 
 BUFFOON. 
 
 The fool wins in hollow fashion. The fool. 
 Is a fool only by profession: the wise man. 
 Is a fool natural born. 
 
 Gibing jester ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 What has this to do with me ? 
 
 BUFFOON. 
 
 You are wise, — 
 Because none other could have invented. 
 The world's perfidious diplomacy. A fool, — 
 You were, to begin your rogueries with 
 A great crime, instead of a small one. You, 
 Who had never been in the stocks even. 
 Thought you could endure the terrible rack. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Is the rack so bad ? 
 
 BUFFOON. 
 
 Ask the poor victims, — • 
 Those that luckily survived its pains. 
 The "vertical rack" — the one used here, 
 Is the worst yet. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 O, horrors ! what is that ? 
 
 BUFFOON. 
 
 See this rope here, hanging from a pulley. 
 In the ceiling. You will be handcuffed ; 
 And the handcuffs fastened to the rope : 
 Then you will be yanked up to the highth. 
 Of this tall stool ; on whicli you will stand. 
 After a heavy weight is tied to your feet ; 
 The stool will be kicked from underneath. 
 And you will — -dangle in the air. — Do you 
 Like the picture ? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Horrible, most horrible ! 
 1 dare not contemplate the outcome. 
 
 BUFFOON. 
 
 Bones, 
 Are sure to be broken : and you may split. 
 If you cannot stretch. The fast victim. 
 Went up— short, fat: came down— long, lean. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Idiot! your witless gibes, pass unnoticed: 
 I am in no mood for thenL My very vitals, 
 Are terror frozen ; my mind, distracted : 
 The reckless — cynical — demoniacal. 
 The bold — fearless — supernatural 
 Machiavelli, is scared, is frightened: 
 All my self-sufficiency, is leaving me : 
 I begin to feel the need, the utter need, 
 
38 
 
 MACHIAVELI.I 
 
 Of some power, much greater than myself, 
 To soothe me, to sustain me, in this 
 Dire extremity! 
 
 (Enter GiULiANO, 2 Soldikrs, and a Recorder, 
 B. 2. E.) 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Soldiers, prepare the prisoner for the 
 Torture : and recorder, sit you there at 
 Yonder table, and jot down "the questions" — 
 And what reply he makes to them. 
 
 (The Recorder sits at table and takes out writing 
 2itcnsils: the Soldiers put the handcuffs on Mach- 
 iavelli and fasten them to the rope: pulling the other 
 end of the rope, they raise him from the floor, and 
 fasten it so as to keep him there : the high stool is 
 placed under his feet and he stands on it: the heavy 
 zveight is then attached to his feet.) 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Now, knock away the stool ! 
 
 (They do: Machiavelli dangles in air C. 2. 
 Recorder sits R. I.; Giuliano stands L. I.) 
 
 machiavelli. 
 Have mercy ! 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 You are accused of crime : 
 How plead you to the charge? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 I am innocent ! 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Lies will avail you nothing: you shall hang, 
 Till the truth is told. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Have mercy ! have mercy ! 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Do you confess your guilt? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Yes, O God, yes ! 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Suspend the torture! (The stool is replaced) 
 Some questions must be asked: if he answer 
 Not to the purpose : it shall be resumed. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Alas ! my wrists and ankles are dislocated ! 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 First — had you any accomplices? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 None, none. 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 This dastardly attempt upon our very life : 
 What moved you villain, to commit the deed? 
 Wherein have I wronged you? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Not me, but Florence ! 
 You set aside the Republic, for a Dukedom : 
 
 And proscribed the mighty "Ten" 1 was, 
 
 Their Secretary ! 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 No personal enmity? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 We scarcely ever met before: your Grace, 
 Was known to me only by reputation. 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Your offence is political ; not personal : — 
 Nevertheless, you must die. — Recorder, 
 Have you set it all down? 
 
 RECORDER. 
 
 I have your Grace. 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 Tlien take him down. — I will send the Priest, 
 To administer the last sad Church rites. 
 After that, these soldiers will shoot him, 
 In the prison courtyard. 
 
 (Mach. is freed from the torture apparatus: 
 Exeunt Giuliano and the Recorder, B. 2. E.) 
 
 I shall remain : 
 
 Why not joke, fool? 
 
 BUFFOON. 
 
 But not to crack jokes. 
 
 1 soldier. 
 
 buffoon. 
 
 Because the prisoner won't laugh : and his 
 
 Failure to do so, will be ascribed to 
 
 My lack of wit ; and not to the occasion. 
 
 2 soldier. 
 
 Poor devil ! he was forced to sit down, 
 Or he would have fallen : his piteous state. 
 Has little of mirth — but plenty of pain. 
 
 (Enter Priest, B. 2. E. he takes one of two chairs 
 which had been brought to C. 2. Machiavelli has 
 the other.) 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 I am so glad ! — You have confessed the crime. 
 And that paves the way for repentance. 
 
 machiavelli. 
 Repent ! — That word falls like a death knell, — 
 On a buoyant heart ! 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 Not at all. To repent, 
 Is not to banish joy, but banish that. 
 Which interferes with joy. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 My heart is LEAD! 
 For I must die — and return to dust. 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 39 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 "Dust, 
 Thou art, to dust, returnest" — was not spoken 
 Of the soul 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Now, what is that ? 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 The soul, 
 Is an ego, that makes immortality. 
 The soul, is a spiritual, undefinable, 
 Essence, divine in its elements, that 
 Rewards or punishes its possessor. 
 After death. It can be preserved by a 
 GOOD Life, or may be lost by a BAD one. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Punishes its possessor after death ! — 
 
 (Machiavelli is terrified, and rising comes Dozvn, 
 followed by Priest.) 
 
 Those words fill me with terror! terror! 
 Are you sure of this? What proof have you? 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 No better proof is needed, than the Poet's : 
 
 Who voices the wisdom of tlie ages, 
 
 On the subject: — listen. 
 
 When coldness wraps this suffering clay, 
 
 Ah, whither strays the immortal mind? 
 
 It cannot die, it cannot stay. 
 
 But leaves zts darken'd dust behind. 
 
 Then, unembodied, it doth trace 
 
 By steps each planet's heavenly way ; 
 
 Or fill at once the realms of space, 
 
 A thing of eyes, that all survey. 
 
 Eternal, boundless, undecay'd, 
 
 A thought unseen, but seeing all ; 
 
 All, all in earth or skies display'd, 
 
 Shall it survey, shall it recall: 
 
 Each fainter trace that memory holds 
 
 So darkly of departed years. 
 
 In one broad glance the soul beholds. 
 
 And all that was at once appears. 
 
 Before creation peopled earth, 
 
 Its eyes shall roll through chaos back ; 
 
 And where the farthest heaven had birth, 
 
 The spirit trace its rising track. 
 
 And where the future mars or makes, 
 
 Its glance dilate o'er all to be. 
 
 While sun is quench'd or system breaks, 
 
 Fix'd in its own eternity. 
 
 Above or love, hope, hate, or fear, 
 It lives all passionless and pure : 
 An age shall fleet like earthly year ; 
 Its years as moments shall endure. 
 Away, away, without a wing. 
 O'er all. in all, its thoughts shall fly, — 
 A nameless and eternal thing. 
 Forgetting what it was to die. 
 
 (This siiblime poem, is by Byron : and tvas wril- 
 ten centuries after the time of this play. The 
 
 mere reference to the anachronism, and the 
 name of the author, seems to leave nothing 
 more to be said.) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Beautiful! inspiring! logical! convincing! 
 By heaven ! I believe that he is right. 
 It must be so : poet thou reasonest well : 
 Else why these fond desires ; these longings 
 After immortality. — Good Priest, say. 
 What can I do to escape, to avoid, the 
 Eternal torment! 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 "Though your sins be scarlet, 
 You can be washed as white as snow." 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 How ! how ! 
 
 Humbly and penitently pray to the Lord : 
 Asking his forgiveness. Get on your knees. 
 And pray it silently. 
 
 (The\< both kneel and pray inaudibly) 
 Enter giuliano, B. 2. E. 
 
 GIULIANO. 
 
 I just received word from my brother. 
 Pope Leo X, that he has condoned the faults. 
 And pardoned the past offences, of all 
 Political prisoners. Signer Machiavelli, 
 Thanks be to his Holiness' clemency. 
 You are a free man : but you are banished. 
 From Florence. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Ha, ha, ha!— 
 
 (He prances around with elation) 
 
 The devil got sick. 
 
 The devil a monk would be : 
 The devil got well. 
 
 The devil a monk was he ! 
 
 (Curtain) 
 
 Scene III. — Sitting Room of Machiai'elli's Home 
 in Florence. A large bookcase full of books 
 stands against the rear zvall at R., a portable 
 closet stands against the rear zvall at L., The 
 bronze figure of Alias bearing the zvorld stands 
 "covered up" in the corner at R.. the skeleton 
 stands "covered up" in the corner at L., a 
 table zvith a "burning" torch lamp on it and 
 books on it at C. 2., a lounge at L. I. zvith its 
 head near the zvall and running crosszvays of 
 the stage: a fezv easy chairs: an open glass 
 casement at B. 2. E. lead into the z'eranda : a 
 door at R. 2. E., a door at L. 2. E. leads into 
 a bedchamber. 
 
 (Enter marietta, L. 2. E.) 
 
40 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Niccolo, lies white and thin, with his eyes, 
 Staring into vacancy: he is much worse. 
 (Weeps) O, I am going to lose my husband ! 
 Dear Guiseppe, Lucia, and the children, 
 Ought soon be here : — and the physician, too. 
 It will ease my mind, to have him come; 
 Even though he sends him away again, 
 As he did only yesterday. — "Sick man, 
 Heal thyself"; he murmurs: and then mixes, 
 And swallows his own remedies. 
 
 (Enter Guiseppe, Lucia, Cesare, and Mignon, R.2.E.) 
 
 Dear mother ! 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 My own Lucia and Guiseppe ! 
 And darlings, Mignon and Cesare, too! 
 
 CESARE & MIGNON. 
 
 Dear Grandmother! (They all embrace) 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 How is Father? 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Very bad : and growing worse : — 
 It is well that you are here. 
 
 GUISEPPE. 
 
 Your letter, 
 Came to hand tliis morning : we left Milan, 
 Soon as transit could be procured. 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Niccolo, 
 Lies in that bedchamber. The tide of life, 
 Is ebbing — we had best go in : the children. 
 Can see him later. 
 
 (Exeunt Marietta, Lucia and Giuseppe, L. 2. E.) 
 
 MIGNON. 
 
 Cesare, put up your sword : don't draw it here. 
 Grandfather is sick ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 It makes no difference : 
 I want to be a soldier: like my namesake, 
 Cesare Borgia. Mignon, you play the enemy: 
 And I will attack you. 
 
 (He charges, they scuffle, and both fall) 
 MIGNON. (angrily) 
 
 I do not see why they ever name boys, 
 After such bad men ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Boys don't have to 
 Be bad just because their namesakes were. 
 Cesare Borgia died long ere I was born : 
 He may have been bad, for he was a friend 
 Of Grandfather. That was only fun, dear: 
 Come let us make up ! 
 
 MIGNON. 
 
 Your kiss, I return, 
 As a sweet token of peace : dear brother, 
 I can't be angry at you : — wasn't it funny. 
 How we both went down ? ha, ha ! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Ha, ha, ha! 
 (Re-enter guiseppe and lucia, L. 2. E.) 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 Mignon, Cesare, come here: — Dear grandfather, 
 Is sick abed : be very gentle with him. 
 
 (Exeunt Cesare and Mignon, L. 2. E.) 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 O, poor dear father ! (sobs) I fear that his 
 Recovery is very doubtful. What think you, 
 Guiseppe ? 
 
 guiseppe. 
 
 Death hath set its pallid seal, 
 On his face : he is a doomed man, 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 Sometimes, 
 I feel that he never outgrew the horror, 
 Of the Medici dungeon torture. 
 
 guiseppe. 
 
 That was, 
 Fifteen years ago. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 Fifteen years since then I 
 On that day you first spake to me of love. 
 
 guiseppe. 
 
 As we traversed the Medicean Gardens. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 The Medicean Gardens ! Entrancing place ! 
 Beautiful flowers, foliage, statuary! 
 That day will always live in my memory. 
 What does the poet say? Ah, I have it — 
 'T gazed- — and gazed — but little thought. 
 What wealth the sight to me had brought : 
 For oft, when on my couch I lie 
 In vacant or in pensive mood. 
 They flash upon that inward eye. 
 Which is the bliss of solitude." 
 
 guiseppe. 
 
 Three years thereafter, we were married: 
 And the fruit of that union, is twofold : 
 Cesare, aged eleven : and Mignon, nine : — 
 Just think of it. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 But you love me yet, dear ! 
 
 guiseppe. 
 The lapse of time, adds strength to my ardor : 
 Lovers, then — now — forever! (Embrace) 
 
 (Re-enter Marietta, Cesare, and Mignon, L. 2. E.) 
 
MACHIAVELLI 
 
 41 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 He just noticed the children, and then 
 Relapsed into his preoccupation again. 
 
 GUISEPPE. 
 
 When was he first taken? 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 About a week ago. 
 Returning home from a long absence, ailing; 
 He at once became worse. A noted Doctor, 
 Was called; but he ignored his prescriptions. 
 And proceeded to treat himself. Growing 
 Still worse, the Doctor was recalled : but, 
 With a like result. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 Mamma, you remember the uncanny things. 
 He used to have in his laboratory? 
 How they frightened me as a child, and 
 Even after I grew up ! 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 He has them still. 
 Banished from Florence, for the attempt 
 On the life of the De Medici, he left, 
 And I stayed : the laboratory was shut : — 
 You are familiar with all this? 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 I am, 
 For we were together then : it was not till 
 Three years after that Guiseppe wed me. 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 And remained shut, until we removed 
 
 To these present apartments : which we did, 
 
 (as you also remember) upon his return, 
 
 After an absence of nearly eight years. 
 
 He had no laboratory here ; unless 
 
 This sitting room might be considered so : 
 
 That closet, contains drugs and appliances. 
 
 And there, with coverings thrown on them. 
 
 Stand the world-bearing Atlas, and the 
 
 Skeleton. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 This disagreeable subject. 
 Passed out of my mind on leaving home : 
 When visiting you, I never thought of 
 Alluding to it : but your telling of 
 Father's madman notion, to take his own 
 Medicine, brought it back to memory. 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Come — let me conduct you to your chambers : 
 Where you can brush up ; and then return. 
 I must not leave him long alone. 
 (She turns do7vn the lamp: exeunt R. 2. EJ 
 (Enter Machiavelli. L. 2. EJ 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Death! Death! No, I can not, dare not, die! 
 And go to that undiscovered country. 
 "All that tread the earth are but a hand full 
 
 To the tribes that slumber in its bosom." 
 From that multitude of unwilling explorers, 
 Not one has ever returned, to relate, 
 What they saw. Cynical, vaunting skeptic ; 
 "Death ends all ;" I have always contended : 
 But now, in its majestic presence ; I feel 
 Too small — too puny — to attempt to fix. 
 The limitations of its mysteries ! 
 
 God ! that awful torture ! — And the dread 
 Of being shot ! which would have been done 
 In a minute. I shall never get over it : 
 Fifteen years ago — but just as vivid. 
 
 As though it were yesterday. — I am changed : 
 
 1 used to be confident and resolute 
 
 In my skepticism, cynicism, infirlelity : 
 But now there are times when I doubt — when 
 I waver : the dread of something after death. 
 Scares me ; — There is nothing like suffering — 
 To resurrect a dead conscience. (He muses) 
 Perhaps after all — to repent, is best : 
 But that must be thought out afterwards, — • 
 The vital, the crucial thing now, is — life ! 
 I will not die! — But live: and get well! 
 This dosing of myself with noxious physics. 
 Has accomplished naught : the magnet helmet. 
 And the elixir compound is the last hope. 
 
 (He goes to closet atid comes back with a dose of 
 Elixir in a glass, and the Helmet: puts on helmet). 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 This magnet helmet, did wonders for the 
 Old man : it ought to do more for me. 
 It will re-unite the two life forces : 
 Which this deathly sickness shows to be 
 Now almost irreconcilable. (A pause) 
 Upon my soul ! it makes me young again ! 
 I feel like a new man ! — Now for the elixir ; 
 Tliat future seeresjation may be prevented. 
 This is the stufl^ that killed the old man : 
 (And got me in a peck of trouble too: 
 But a post-mortem scmtiny found nothing, 
 .A.nd the scandal blew over:) Peradventure, 
 It may kill me ; — No, no, I will not 
 Think it : he was an octogenarian — eighty : 
 .A.nd I am only fifty eight. (He drinks) 
 The devil! it is bitter as colocvnth ! 
 I swoon — I die — Help! Help! (He falls) 
 
 Enter Marietta, Luc5a, Guiseppe, Cesare. and 
 Mimon, R. 2. E. Machiavelli is carried to louns'e 
 L. I. the Helmet is removed, and after making the 
 speech below, he swoons. 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Run for a doctor, quick ! 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 No ! send for a priest ! 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 Go Guiseppe : he lives next to the Cliurch, 
 At the corner: anyone can direct you. 
 
 (Enter Prie.st and Doctor, R. 2. E.) 
 The Saints be praised ! here is the Priest, 
 And the Doctor, too. 
 
42 
 
 MACHIAV'ELLI 
 
 DOCTOR. 
 
 His Reverence and I, 
 Met just outside: on learning of sickness, 
 Commiseration flooded his pious mind. 
 
 (Makes professional examitiation) 
 The patient has swooned, and is in a 
 COMA. 
 
 M.\RIETTA. 
 
 He was in bed : we left the room, 
 For a few minutes : a loud cry of "help" 
 Brought us back, to find him on the floor; 
 Whh this helmet on ; and a broken glass 
 Near by. 
 
 DOCTOR. 
 
 Sfran're nightcap for an invalid! 
 It is full of magnets. This shock was bad: 
 But not bad enough to account for his 
 Present condition. 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 See, the dear fellow speaks ! 
 
 MACIIIAVELLI. 
 
 Oh. oh! my heart, my heart! 
 
 DOCTOR. 
 
 What did you take? 
 machiavet.lt. 
 A mixture of mercury sulphur and brimstone. 
 
 DOCTOR. 
 
 That accounts for his enigmatical state : 
 It has paralyzed the heart. — Sad things. 
 Must be revealed sometimes : the patient 
 Is flving, — nothing can be done for him. 
 I will turn him over to the good Priest. 
 
 (Marietta, Lucia and Guiseppe zveep, Mignon 
 and Cesare gar.e zvith dilated eyesK 
 
 machiavelli. 
 Dying ! say you ! — Holy father, what must I do ? 
 
 Repent! repent 
 
 priest. 
 
 machiavelli. 
 
 But, deathbed repentance. 
 
 Avails naught. 
 
 priest. 
 While the lamp holds out to burn. 
 The vilest sinner may return. 
 
 machiavelli. 
 
 doctor. 
 
 There is hope ! 
 
 Lost souls are saved at all stages of life, — 
 
 Even on deathbeds : but it is best to 
 
 "Remember thy Creator in the days of thy youth." 
 
 machiavelli. 
 
 All men said that I resembled the devil : 
 And I presume that I have been doing 
 His work throughout my life. Rut how is one 
 To know the devil's work from the Almighty's? 
 
 priest. 
 The Bible is the only guide. 
 
 machiavelli. 
 
 Then it was 
 The devil's sure enough : for I never 
 Looked at the Bible, except to pick flaws. 
 Studious in the occult and supernatural : 
 Hating good, and loving evil: promoting 
 Wickedness with a keen relish: (psychologists 
 have yet to discover, why any one should 
 delight in sin:) This is my record. 
 
 priest. 
 
 Truly, 
 A bad one. Did you never feel compunctions 
 Of conscience? 
 
 machiavelli. 
 
 Onlv once : long vears since- 
 \Mien tortured : and condemned to death : 
 On mv return to political favor again, 
 T fell back into mv old evil wavs : — 
 The conversion was not lasting. 
 
 priest. 
 
 Cheer up! 
 
 Thev rarelv ever are at the first attempt; 
 But the second, will transform you. Good sir. 
 Do von humblv and penitentlv ask the Lord, 
 To forgive you, and to wash away your sins? 
 
 machi.wellt. (prays'i 
 
 T humblv and penitently ask the Lord. 
 To forgive me, and wash away my sins. 
 
 priest. 
 
 Amen !- 
 
 DOCTOR. 
 
 Now, compose yourself. (A pause) 
 The patient seems to be relapsing into 
 A COMA again. (Tliey cross to R) 
 
 MIGNON. 
 
 Mamma, dear Grandpa will get well, won't he? 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 I hope so, darling! 
 
 CESARE. 
 
 Oh, how I pity him ! 
 Why they say that when he was much younger, 
 He was the handsomest man in all Italy : 
 And now his face is white as chalk. 
 
 guiseppe. 
 
 Snow, 
 
 My boy, is pure — even though colorless. 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 Hush ! he stirs — he speaks. 
 
MACHIAVILLI 
 
 43 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Ah ! the eternal plan. 
 Is dawning on me : the spirit leaves the body, 
 And goes to abide with God ; whilst nature. 
 Absorbs the body into its purifying self. — 
 Show me the skeleton ! — 
 
 DOCTOR. 
 
 If you have such, 
 Let him see it : 'tis well to humor him. 
 
 (Marietta itncovcrs Atlas and Skeleton: sets 
 the former at R. 3. and the latter at L. 3. The 
 skeleton nods). 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Hah! if thou canst nod. 
 Speak, too ; and tell why thou standest there ; 
 When thy natural home is in the sepulchre ! 
 
 (The illusion of the Atlas-borne world's illumina- 
 tion by the moonlight is produced again same cu 
 Act I, 'Scene 11) 
 
 Look, look! the moon, lights up the globe! 
 The sorceress has some new revelation : 
 Future events cast their shadows before. 
 Turn it around, that I may gaze upon it. 
 
 (Marietta turns globe so that he sees the coun- 
 tries in the order in 7vhich he speaks of them). 
 
 God! there's blood on it everywhere! 
 France — England — Germany — Austria — 
 Italy — Russia — at war with each other : 
 Humanity, running rivers of blood ! and 
 Property, blighted by devastation ! — 
 And all my fault ! 
 
 PRIEST, (crosses to Mach.) 
 
 How can YOU be to blame? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 It will be the offspring of my writings: — 
 
 1 wrote the book Principatibus — "To Princes :" 
 The Machiavellian diplomacy of perfidy. 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 What made you write it ? 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Out of the lusts, 
 Of the flesh, we create a Frankenstein: 
 Some human caricature of Divine images : 
 And the horrible monster stalks abroad ; 
 Committing crimes even long after we 
 Are dead: — No, no, the Lord won't forgive me! 
 
 PRIEST. 
 
 He will forgive you — He has forgiven you ; 
 If your contrition is real. And your deeds, — 
 He can make them redound to His glory. 
 
 MACIliAVELLI. 
 
 But, Holy Father, Principatibus teaches 
 The great Nations, to use the petty "force:" 
 And not the mighty "love :" To make, and use. 
 The weapons of rapine and bloodshed. 
 
 PRIEST, 
 
 Those, 
 Who use the instruments of darkness : God, 
 Will turn their own weapons against themselves, 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Good Priest — your lofty words reassure me: 
 Make me calm and confident. — Now, Marietta, 
 Give me my book of poetry. 
 
 (She gives him book zvhich she takes from table 
 at C. 2. : he opens it and becomes immersed in con- 
 tents, during zvhich she speaks the lines belozv, then 
 he puts the book aside, and begins to repeat one of 
 its poems from memory K 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 He has taken a great liking to a poem, 
 In that book : it is entitled "The Grave :" 
 And treats of a man, who weary of life ; 
 Is talking aloud to himself about death; 
 When "the grave" appears and talks to him. 
 He has read it so much that he knows it 
 By heart : and sometimes repeats parts of it 
 While in bed. Look ! he puts the book aside, 
 And begins to repeat it from memory. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 There is a calm for those who weep, 
 A rest for weary pilgrims found ; 
 They softly lie and sweetly sleep 
 
 Low in the ground. 
 
 The storm that wrecks the winter sky 
 No more disturbs their deep repose 
 Than summer evening's latest sigh 
 
 That shuts the rose. 
 
 I long to lay this painful head 
 And aching heart beneath the soil. 
 To slumber in that dreamless bed 
 
 From all my toil. 
 
 For misery stole me at my birth. 
 And cast me helpless on the wild ; 
 I perish ; — O my mother Earth, 
 
 Take home thy child. 
 
 On thy dear lap these limbs reclined, 
 Shall gently moulder into thee ; 
 Nor leave one wretched trace behind 
 Resembling me. 
 
 Hark ! — a strange sound affrights mine ear. 
 My pulse, — my brain runs wild, — I rave: 
 — Ah! who art thou whose steps I hear? 
 (Spectre) I am the Grave ! 
 
 (The Spectre enters B. 2. E. and steals Dozvn 
 , to the foot of the sofa on zvhich Machiaz'elli 
 lies zvith his face front : zvhen he recites 
 "Ah! zvho art thou zvhose steps I hear?" he 
 zvith great effort raises his head and turns 
 his gaze tozvards the foot of the sofa, thus 
 seeing the spectre, zvho recites "I am the 
 Graz'ef'lVith bulging eyes Machiavclli zvatches 
 it while it speaks the balance of the lines of 
 
44 
 
 MACHIAVELLI 
 
 the poem, *( these lines follozv just below,) and 
 then disappears. The Spectre is nothing 
 but a stage representation of Machiavelli's 
 delirium, and therfore is not seen or heard 
 by the other players, but only by the audience.) 
 
 SPECTRE. 
 
 The grave that never spake before, 
 Hath found at last a tongue to chide : 
 Oh listen! — I will speak no more: — 
 Be silent pride! 
 
 Art thou a wretch of hope forlorn. 
 The victim of consuming care ? 
 Ts thy distracted conscience torn 
 By fell despair? 
 
 Do foul misdeeds of former times 
 Wring with remorse thy guilty breast? 
 And ghosts of unforgiven crimes 
 
 Murder thy rest? 
 
 Lashed by the furies of the inind. 
 From Wrath and Vengeance wouldst thou flee? 
 Ah ! think not, hope not, fool, to find 
 A friend in me. 
 
 By all the terrors of the tomb. 
 Beyond the power of tongue to tell ; 
 By the dread secrets of my womb ; 
 
 By Death and Hell : 
 
 I charge tliee live ! — repent and pray, 
 In dust thine infamy deplore; 
 There yet is mercy — go thy way. 
 
 And sin no more. 
 
 Whate'ei ♦hv lot, — whoe'er thou be — 
 Confess thy folly, kiss the rod. 
 And in thy chastening sorrows see 
 
 The hand of God. 
 
 A bruised reed He will not break ; 
 Afflictions all his children feel ; 
 He wounds them for His mercy's sake, 
 He wounds to heal. 
 
 Humbled beneath His mighty hand. 
 Prostrate, His Providence adore : 
 ''Tis done ! — Arise ! He bids thee stand, 
 To fall no more. 
 
 Now, Traveller in the vale of tears 
 To realms of everlasting light. 
 Through Time's dark wilderness of years. 
 Pursue thy flight. 
 
 There is a calm for those who weep, 
 A rest for weary Pilgrims found ; 
 And while the mouldering ashes sleep 
 Low in the ground : 
 
 The Soul, of origin divine, 
 God's glorious image, freed from clay, 
 Tn heaven's eternal sphere shall shine 
 A star of day. 
 
 The sun is but a spark of fire, 
 
 A transient meteor in the sky ; 
 
 The Soul, immortal as its Sire, 
 
 SHALL NEVER DIE! 
 
 (exit spectre b. 2. e) 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Did you see him! "The Grave" — personified! 
 Did you see him? did you hear him? 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 (Crosses to Mach) Dear Niccolo, be composed! 
 No, no, we saw no one, wc heard no one. — 
 
 (A pause, during which Mach becomes composed: 
 Marietta crosses to the others at R.) 
 
 LUCIA. 
 
 What did he mean. Mother, by saying that ? 
 
 MARIETTA. 
 
 His fixed stare, and rapt attention. 
 So long, indicate that he thought some one. 
 Had appeared, and was talking to him. 
 Perhaps his delirium made the poem real. 
 
 MACHIAVELLI. 
 
 Good-bye dear wife — Lucia — Guiseppe — 
 Cesare — Mignon — Good-bye ! 
 
 (They gather around him lovingly — a long pause) 
 
 Thank God! I have found peace at last. (Dies) 
 
 (curta'n) 
 
 *NoTE. — The "Poem" quoted above, is by James 
 Montgomery — and was ivritten long after the time 
 of this play. It was used because it seemed pecu- 
 liarly applicable to the occasion. 
 
 LENGTH OF PLAY. 
 
 This "play" contains 2500 lines of "speaking mat- 
 ter." In order to get the proper results, it should 
 be played in full — that is without any abridgment: 
 which can be done in two and three quarter hours: 
 a very fair time for a stage production. Its some- 
 what extended length, as evidenced by the number 
 of pages, is caused not by the number of "speaking 
 lines" — but by the amplitude of scenic descriptions, 
 and stage directions. 
 

 'f 
 
 
 
 A" '..-■■ 
 
 .^^'" 
 
 ^'•^t. 
 
 
 
 o 
 o 
 
 .0. 
 
 
 
 ,0-^ 
 
 •^ 
 "^v, 
 •^^ 
 
 
 
 ^ ^x. 
 
 ^-*?^v v-i^-/ \'^'^ \-»•'^^^ ^;'^^^->^ 
 
 
 A^ /.^>;::^'-. t^ A' /. 
 
 ^ 1^ • ts-?^v.,-/^ 'J ^l .■ 
 
 
 v^-^ 
 
 .\^ "^^ 
 
 ,,, 
 
 .-^ 
 
 
 ^^ .'.^^ 
 
 *<1 V *' '^--"•-■■\,\'Vil' 
 
 
 <^„ 
 
 "> 
 
 
 
 
 ^^( 
 
 
 
 < 
 
 6°^ 
 
 CO o „ ■* ^-/ 
 
 •^. 
 
 :^-^3^ 
 
 M^ 
 
 o > 
 
 
 : , -O T ° r,- ' - ■<^'\ 
 
 
 
 \ 
 
 \^ 
 
 C" 
 
 o 
 
 
 
 
 ^%^fl 
 
 -> 
 
 V 
 
 <^. - • ~ V 
 
 
Co A 
 
 ../\- 
 
 
 \ 
 
 .0 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 ■;> 
 
 
 
 '?■ 
 
 a.-?-' 
 
 
 °o 
 
 ^* 
 
 \ 
 
 ,0v 
 
 >>^ c^" •'/" 
 
 
 
 "-^^ 
 
 i> .A 
 
 
 .>^' ^^- 
 
 
 ■^t-j. 
 
 
 V 
 
 ,0"- 
 
 o 
 
 .V 
 
 ,0' >-. ■' ', '• ~ o 
 
 \ 
 
 S ':' 
 
 .<. 
 
 
 ,0-7- ° "f v;;.i-.r '■-■ .. ' < o 
 
 ■1' ,\v 
 
 .* 
 
 -^^ 
 
 >_-> 
 
 .0' 
 
 " 
 
 c > 
 
 .-^' 
 
 -^---0^ 
 
 V -^ -,^ 
 
 C ^;;, ,;, A-' %, > ; 
 
 r "'<:(- 
 
 '^^- 
 
 ^ 
 
 ' .\^' 
 
 ''a 
 
 .>>^ 
 
 \ 
 
 X 
 
 .C^ 
 
 
 
 -V 
 
 
 H q. 
 
 
 
 ,0 
 
 
 ^^^■"-. 
 
 >:. v^ 
 
 ' .0- 
 
 
 .^"- 
 
 ,0- 
 
 
 
 c°' 
 
 >^.. 
 
 c^- 
 
 ''''- ,^^■ 
 
 .^■^ °- 
 
 
 V -^"VS • 
 
 ■•y '<^ 
 
 .-y ■■/_::-r' 
 
 
 
 
 
 ,.Q" 
 
 .-.* 
 
 <^ 
 
 ,0' ■.-'. 
 
 -'"".. 
 
 ...%--' 
 
 
 
 ' %.^^^ 
 
 
 
 
 
 A.0 
 
 '^^ 
 
 
 v^^ 
 
 
 ,v 
 
 ■<-'v 
 
 1-^ 
 
 
 
 •V •■ 
 
 -^ 
 
 > 'v' '» ■■" >* 
 
 <^ n r. I' ■ 
 
 
 ■<-'^ 
 
 \'^ 
 
 ^, 
 
 -.^^- 
 
 ,0' --".' 
 
 .•.-^• 
 
 <> 
 
 -^ 
 
 ^'' 
 
 ■i'. 
 
 
 
 
 ■p <■ 
 
 •y 
 
 ,0 z •' , « Cj ^ -V- 
 
 .0 -. 
 
 ^^^-V 
 
 X" -<., 
 
 
 
 ^aV 
 
 'P <■ 
 
 "7r^' ' 
 
 
 
 rS"-' 
 
 ^o. 
 
 
 
 
 
 r I 
 
 .A 
 
 % 
 
 
 .^^•V 
 
 
 .0-' 
 
 (p- * i> M 
 
 ,0^' ■ 
 
 • -> 
 
 
 
 y 
 
 ' 
 
 . - 'J' 
 
 
 .S- vf 
 
 <t.*'° 
 
 
 
 ,.0" c^"'-' 
 
 ' y"" 
 
 ^ ^^■ 
 
 <^" 
 
 . ^./-- 
 
 \ u * 
 
 ' «, c- 
 
 
 ' - -^^ A 
 
 
 '•!' ,-b 
 
 e 
 
 -/■b 
 
 vV-^. 
 
 ,=-.^ FF3.69 
 
 ■^^ N MANCHESTER. 
 ■-" INDIANA 
 
 
 C^^' 
 
 =i^ 
 
 .-i- 
 
 ^^ .^ 
 
 ...^^^ .■ 
 
 "o V" 
 
 t..o^ 
 
 
 
 
 ■^ A^ ^VOO-'v'^ >. ^V 
 
 ■f-S 
 
 
 

 :--n;.^i>m 
 
 ^■;',;.';;:) 
 
 
 s 
 
 i 
 
 ;■.'" 4''^ 
 
 
 i 
 
 
 LIBRARY OF 
 
 iS^'^'^RESS 
 
 ;1:;l 
 
 :> Jl! 
 
 :';;;,<:;■.;■. iji'j" 
 
 C'i;,Pv: '^1 
 
 
 ,:V:i:J!«'S 
 
 
 •:gi