Bellini Monologue from The Immortal Lure

From The Immortal Lure by Cale Young Rice

male · anguished · 52 sec

Then, O my son, it is a premonition, A pall against this purpose! that you may Not let these ribald two-- Aretino, this poet and depraver, And Titian snared within his pagan senses, Enter and gaze upon.... O boy, you will not! Despoil the picture, Scatter it to the seas, And vow never again to paint another, Tho that would break my heart, but promise me---- [ A knocking interrupts, and a voice without calls lustily: Voice: The gods of paint and passion ever gird us! Where's Messer Giorgione? Ho! Ho, ho! [ (GIGIA hurries out.) Giorgione (after a pause, calling). Aretino!

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