Description:This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 ...wells up on the left, then rings louder as though in the building itself, and then dies down into a low storm of muttering which comes rapidly nearer. Scorla turns. By Heaven!--that shout! He comes down to Ilaria, who stands L. with the Podesta and the two old men. You shall come with me on the instant now, Though I must bear you in my arms by force. Podesta Messere Scorla! He steps forward, raising his arm to shield Ilaria, who shrinks back to the steps L. Stand aside, old man! malavolti rushes on, L. back. Mala. All's done! The cursed fool has drawn the bolts, And through the gates they stream! He rushes to the steps R. This road is clear. He stops at the top of steps. By all the fiends! Now come they this way, too! He runs down R. Excellence, they have got you in a trap. Scorla (whipping out his sword) Then let them come and take me out of it! He puts his back against a pillar R. Andrea rushes on L., in ragged peasant dress and sword in hand. His men crowd behind him. They are a motley crew--peasants, goatherds, mountaineers, a few lanzknechts. Their arms are equally varied--some have swords, others spears, some have reaping-hooks lashed on oak staves, others nothing better than flails or pitchforks. As Andrea enters, his eyes first fall on Ilaria, his face lights up, then he sees Scorla. He stops, holds up his hand and cries to his men as they rush up the steps R. and pour in L. ANDREA Stand there and keep the entrance. Hold that way--Our goal is here. Scorla, the day is fought And thou hast lost. Its blood be on thy head. Yield, for thou art but one against a host. SCORLA Though ye were twenty hosts I do not yield To any brawler in a beggar's rags. Now if your host will have me, let them come That they may pay the price. ANDREA So let it be! A fair fig...We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with The prayer of the sword; a play in five acts. To get started finding The prayer of the sword; a play in five acts, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1904 ...wells up on the left, then rings louder as though in the building itself, and then dies down into a low storm of muttering which comes rapidly nearer. Scorla turns. By Heaven!--that shout! He comes down to Ilaria, who stands L. with the Podesta and the two old men. You shall come with me on the instant now, Though I must bear you in my arms by force. Podesta Messere Scorla! He steps forward, raising his arm to shield Ilaria, who shrinks back to the steps L. Stand aside, old man! malavolti rushes on, L. back. Mala. All's done! The cursed fool has drawn the bolts, And through the gates they stream! He rushes to the steps R. This road is clear. He stops at the top of steps. By all the fiends! Now come they this way, too! He runs down R. Excellence, they have got you in a trap. Scorla (whipping out his sword) Then let them come and take me out of it! He puts his back against a pillar R. Andrea rushes on L., in ragged peasant dress and sword in hand. His men crowd behind him. They are a motley crew--peasants, goatherds, mountaineers, a few lanzknechts. Their arms are equally varied--some have swords, others spears, some have reaping-hooks lashed on oak staves, others nothing better than flails or pitchforks. As Andrea enters, his eyes first fall on Ilaria, his face lights up, then he sees Scorla. He stops, holds up his hand and cries to his men as they rush up the steps R. and pour in L. ANDREA Stand there and keep the entrance. Hold that way--Our goal is here. Scorla, the day is fought And thou hast lost. Its blood be on thy head. Yield, for thou art but one against a host. SCORLA Though ye were twenty hosts I do not yield To any brawler in a beggar's rags. Now if your host will have me, let them come That they may pay the price. ANDREA So let it be! A fair fig...We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with The prayer of the sword; a play in five acts. To get started finding The prayer of the sword; a play in five acts, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.