Boccaccio’s Untold Taleby Harry Kemp
Format of Original Source: Play
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You were the glory of the world, Olivia!…
And now … your beauty … that is … dead … will always be …
to me …
The glory of … the world!… forever and forever!…
Oh, if you could but see my ugliness–
I think there’s nothing like it in the world!
O God, why did I not die an hour ago!
VIOLANTE [crazed anew with jealousy]
Florio, Florio–Olivia lies!
Her beauty floods the very room with light–
You are deceived most horribly!
Command that woman hence;
She is the source and cause of all our ill.
What does this mean? My soul is sick to death!
I tell you, Florio, that she lies to you.
Tell him the truth, old woman, and beware,
As you have fear of Hell, belief in God,
And hope of Heaven, to perjure not your soul!
LIZZIA [at first frightened and irresolute, then quietly determined.]
God help me–she is surpassingly–ugly!
[Returning Violante glare for glare.]
[Breaking down, she goes to altar and drops on knees before it.]
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