BIBLIOGRAPHY. _The Critic_ (September, 1904); _The Atlantic Monthly_ (September, 1904); _The Bookman_ (December, 1911); _Lippincott's Magazine_ (January, 1912).
[From _A Night in Avignon_ (New York, 1907)]
_Petrarca._ While we are in the world the world's in us. The Holy Church I own-- Confess her Heaven's queen; But we are flesh and all things that are fair God made us to enjoy-- Or, high in Paradise, we'll know but sorrow. You though would ban earth's beauty, Even the torch of Glory That kindled Italy once and led great Greece-- The torch of Plato, Homer, Virgil, all The sacred bards and sages, pagan-born! I love them! they are divine! And so to-night--I-- (_Voices._) They! it is Lello! Lello! Lello! Sancia!--
(_Hears a lute and laughter below, then a call, "Sing, Sancia"; then Sancia singing:_)
To the maids of Saint Rèmy All the gallants go for pleasure; To the maids of Saint Rèmy-- Tripping to love's measure! To the dames of Avignon All the masters go for wiving; To the dames of Avignon-- That shall be their shriving!
(_He goes to the Loggia as they gayly applaud. Then Lello cries:_)
_Lello._ Ho-ho! Petrarca! Pagan! are you in? What! are you a sonnet-monger?
_Petrarca._ Ai, ai, aih! (_Motions_ Gherhardo--_who goes_.)
_Lello._ Come then! Your door is locked! down! let us in! (_Rattles it._)
_Petrarca._ No, ribald! hold! the key is on the sill! Look for it and ascend! (Orso _enters_.) Stay, here is Orso!
(_The old servant goes through and down the stairs to meet them. In a moment the tramp of feet is heard and they enter--_Lello_ between them--singing_:)
Guelph! Guelph! and Ghibbeline! Ehyo! ninni! onni! onz! I went fishing on All Saints' Day And--caught but human bones!
I went fishing on All Saints' Day, The Rhone ran swift, the wind blew black! I went fishing on All Saints' Day-- But my love called me back!
She called me back and she kissed my lips-- Oh, my lips! Oh! onni onz! "Better take love than--bones! bones! (Sancia _kisses_ Petrarca.) Better take love than bones."
(_They scatter with glee and_ Petrarca _seizes_ Sancia _to him_.)
_Petrarca._ Yes, little Sancia! and you, my friends! Warm love is better, better! And braver! Come, Lello! give me your hand! And you, Filippa! No, I'll have your lips!
