GARIBALDI, SI!
FOREWORD

	Garibaldi, in his day, was an international star.  During his lifetime photography began to be used commercially, so that his face became familiar in Europe and beyond.  He was handsome - which helped - a northern Italian, fair with a straight nose and a steady gaze.  Not tall.

	The gaze was that of a seaman.  Giuseppe Garibaldi came from the port of Nice - Nizza as it was then under the rule of Savoy.  He went to sea early, wisely  taking ship after being implicated in the Young Italy movement.  This early involvement in the creation of one Italy from small states dominated by outside powers was prophetic.  The notion of the nation state was emerging from the medievalism of empires encompassing peoples of different languages, customs and creeds.  From the American War of Independence and the French Revolution had sprung ideas of freedom, of self-domination, of democracy.

	Garibaldi became a guerrilla fighter in South America.  He was anti-religious and anti-royal (though he made an exception for Queen Victoria: "She's a fine little woman, so as far as I'm concerned she's a Republican.")  In South America he became a seasoned campaigner and tactician.  He then returned to Italy and led the glorious Thousand from Sicily to Rome.  The unification of Italy was achieved.  As the beloved hero of the Risorgimento Garibaldi could have become King of Italy.  Instead he retired to half a rocky island - Caprera - off the coast of Tuscany.

	Why is Garibaldi such a wonderful man?  He was brave, wily and ferocious.  But soft-hearted - he said to his men before battle or skirmish "I absolutely forbid you to get killed."  He was blood-thirsty when it was necessary...he had his own men shot for looting.  He was gallant towards women - an audacious, resourceful man, capable of idiocy, a man of heart - a mixture of Ulysses and Hercules.  Today we would call him committed.  To the cause of an independent Italy he certainly was.  What was unique was his rejection of place or prize.  As an atheist he expected no reward in heaven.  What he respected was what was fair.  What was decent.  Above all, he understood the solution to heaven on earth - a life of simplicity.

Pam Gems

GARIBALDI, SI!

by Pam Gems

Copyright © Pam Gems
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GARIBALDI, SI!

Cast requirements:  nine men, three women.

GARIBALDI, SI!

SCENE 1.  THE ISLAND OF CAPRERA.

We are in a rocky space with rough rocks for seats and flat rocks as tables.  A view of the sea.  Stage right a spinney, with a flat rock protruding.

WILLIAM CAMPION, in neat travelling clothes, enters, followed by a MAN who carries Campion's bag.

			CAMPION
		Are you sure this is the place?

			MAN
		Si, signor.

			CAMPION
		(Looking round)  General Garibaldi?

			MAN
		(Proudly)  Si!  Garibaldi, si!

CAMPION looks at him doubtfully.

			CAMPION
		Would you be good enough to announce me?  William Campion, of the Times.

But the MAN has ducked away into the spinney.

An ELDERLY MAN, SIGNOR B, enters, nods amiably to CAMPION.

			SIGNOR B
		Good day, Signor.

			CAMPION
		Oh - good day to you.

			SIGNOR B
		Fine spot, eh?  Caprera, you know, is an island.

			CAMPION
		Indeed?

			SIGNOR B
		Surrounded by water, as indeed are all islands.  Warm day, eh?

			CAMPION
		Yes.

			SIGNOR B
		It's the weather.

He nods amiably and goes.

CAMPION decides to approach a modest dwelling, offstage left, when he is startled by a screeching female voice.

			FRANCESCA
		(Offstage)  Get out!  He thinks he can walk into my kitchen in his filthy boots with two rabbits the size of sewer rats to feed all his hangers-on - get out of my kitchen.

GARIBALDI enters abruptly.  CAMPION moves forward, extending his hand.

			CAMPION
		General -

			GARIBALDI
		Who are you?  What do you want?  (Grabs him.)

			CAMPION
		General, it is I, your English friend, William Campion, you invited me here - ow!

			GARIBALDI
		Speak up!  Oh - it's you, what are you doing here - you're the - (searches his memory) - the writer.

CAMPION straightens his clothes.

			GARIBALDI
		What was your name again?

			CAMPION
		William Campion.  From the Times.  We met first in Sicily, General.  I came out in a bumboat to interview you.

			GENERAL
		That was a long time ago.  (Then he recognises CAMPION.)

		Campione - my friend - Campione!

He enfolds CAMPION in a warm embrace.

			GARIBALDI
		Sit down - sit down - make yourself comfortable.

CAMPION looks round.  There are no chairs so he perches himself on a rock.

			GARIBALDI
		(Calls)  Francesca!  (Then, more subdued, gets up)  I'll - ah -

FRANCESCA emerges, slams down a tray with a pitcher of wine and three glasses, glares at them, exits.

GARIBALDI pours three large glasses of wine, limps over to the flat stone, places on it a glass of wine, returns.  CAMPION looks across at the wine on the stone, watches as a hand comes out of the bushes and takes the wine.  He looks at GARIBALDI.

			GARIBALDI
		Oh, that's just the spy.

			CAMPION
		The spy?  (The MAN emerges briefly, doffs his cap and retires.)

			GARIBALDI
		(Pours wine for CAMPION and himself)  They send them over to keep an eye on me.

			CAMPION
		Hardly surprising General.  There are those who still want you as King.

			GARIBALDI
		And those would kill me for it.  Your health.

They raise their glasses.

			CAMPION
		To the Leader of the gallant One Thousand - to the creator of Italy!

			GARIBALDI
		To Italy?

			CAMPION
		(As GARIBALDI crosses to refill the SPY'S glass)  You have never considered what you might not achieve for Italy as King?

			GARIBALDI
		Campione, I am a man of the people.

		(Pouring)  Not a bad sort.  Makes himself useful bringing up the water, chopping wood.  I help him with his reports.

			CAMPION
		I beg your pardon?

			GARIBALDI
		Can't write his own name!

They laugh.

			CAMPION
		And the other gentleman - with the beard?

			GARIBALDI
		Signor B.  Joined us in Sicily.  Not without courage but a bore - unfortunately, by the time we found out it was too late to shoot him.

			CAMPION
		He's a lucky man.  When we first met, General, you nearly had me killed.

			GARIBALDI
		I did!  I remember!

			FRANCESCA
		(Screeching offstage)  What's he doing with the stranger, he'll have us all killed - the man's a villain, you can see it in his eyes - fetch the pistol -

GARIBALDI rises apologetically, exits.  CAMPION waits.

SCENE 2

An encampment.  A SOLDIER washes himself, dunks his shirt.  A SECOND SOLDIER lies back, smoking.  A VIVANDIERE tends a cauldron.

CAMPION, in velvet hat, and with camera equipment, waits to interview GARIBALDI.  With him is CAPTAIN BIXIO, raffish and handsome.

			CAMPION
		Is he a difficult man, Captain?

			BIXIO
		The General?  God help you, no sir.  Difficult?  No.  No, I wouldn't say difficult.  In what way, difficult?

			CAMPION
		Oh nothing really.  It's just useful to know.  As a journalist you meet all sorts...politicians, nobility, your artist.  (Takes out his notebook and pencil)  I always try for a little background material.  If you see my drift.

			BIXIO
		He's a brave man, sir.

			CAMPION
		Oh, no question of that!

			BIXIO
		Very brave.  (CAMPION writes it down obediently.)  Never eats.

			CAMPION
		I beg your pardon?

			BIXIO
		(Indicates for CAMPION to write)  Just bread and apples.

			CAMPION
		Good Lord.  Drink?

			BIXIO
		Not a lot.  Watch his temper.

			CAMPION
		Ah, yes.  Are there any...areas to avoid?

			BIXIO
		No, he'll go anywhere.

			CAMPION
		What?  Oh...yes.

BIXIO gestures CAMPION to sit.

The FIRST SOLDIER dunks his shirt in the washing bowl, swings it round to get rid of the water, wets the other SOLDIER.  They fight.  BIXIO and CAMPION are forced to move out of the way.  One SOLDIER is wounded.  The VIVANDIERE looks at him briefly, returns to her cauldron.

			CAMPION
		Captain! Captain, that man's received a knifewound!

BIXIO takes a cursory look, without getting up.

			BIXIO
		Scratch over the ribs...(The man staggers off uncertainly, dripping blood.)

			CAMPION
		He seemed quite badly hurt.

			BIXIO
		Oh he's only a Sicilian.  Hullo...(he gets up.)  Listen...!

CAMPION listens.  Rises.

			BIXIO
		Listen...there...d'you hear?

Sounds of shouting, getting closer.

			BIXIO
		(Excited)  He's coming through the lines -Garibaldi!  Garibaldi si!

The cry is repeated, getting louder.  Cheering and shouting.  The FIRST SOLDIER fires into the air.  CAMPION dives under a log.

GARIBALDI enters.  He wears a red shirt and a poncho, carries a shotgun and a brace of partridge, which he throws to the VIVANDIERE, bows gallantly to her.

			MEN
		(Offstage)  Garibaldi, si!  Garibaldi, si!  Garibaldi, si, si, si!

			GARIBALDI
		(Calls)  That's enough, boys...
Cheers.  CAMPION claps fervently.  GARIBALDI sees him.  The FIRST SOLDIER drags CAMPION forward.

			SOLDIER
		Hiding under a tree, General.

			GARIBALDI
		Shoot him - no, don't waste a bullet!...(The SOLDIER takes out a fearsome knife)...not here - we're eating, do it over there - damned rogue of an Austrian...

			CAMPION
		(As he is hauled away)  I'm not Austrian, General, I'm an Englishman, here to interview you.  I'm English!

			GARIBALDI
		English?!  You're wearing a vile Austrian hat!

			CAMPION
		I'm sorry, I thought it suited me.

Laughter.

			GARIBALDI
		English, eh?

He crosses to a cauldron, fills a bowl, gives it to the VIVANDIERE who smiles in thanks, squats and eats.  GARIBALDI fills another bowl, brings it to CAMPION.

			CAMPION
		General, thank you.  Most obliged.

GARIBALDI gestures to BIXIO, who throws CAMPION a hunk of bread, GARIBALDI waves for him to eat.

			CAMPION
		Thank you, I'm very hungry.

			GARIBALDI
		Never known a pup who wasn't.  

He watches genially as CAMPION sets to.

			GARIBALDI
		So, you're a journalist, Signor?

			CAMPION
		Here from the London Times to interview you, sir.  Thank you.  (As GARIBALDI gives him a red handkerchief to use as a napkin.)  General, may I have the honour of covering your campaign?   The world should know of the brave attempt of the gallant One Thousand to unite Italy.

			GARIBALDI
		Attempt?!  Attempt?!  We shall!

Turning, he notices CAMPION'S camera equipment.

			GARIBALDI
		Ah, you want my picture!

He strikes a pose at once.  CAMPION leaps to his tripod, messes about, inserts a plate and takes his picture.

			CAMPION
		Ahem.  Ahem...I've finished now, sir.

			GARIBALDI
		(Breaks his pose.)  Good.  Are you ready?

BIXIO nudges CAMPION roughly.

			CAMPION
		(Doubletaking)  Oh...yes.  (He takes up his book and pencil.  GARIBALDI strikes a thoughtful pose.)

			GARIBALDI
		Write this down.  Mine...has been a stormy life.  Nevertheless...Giuseppe Garibaldi...has always been the foe...no... correction...the Sworn foe ...(he glares ferociously at CAMPION)...of tyranny and falsehood, believing them...to be... the source of all human misery.

		New paragraph.  I......am a Republican...such being the system for all sane men.  However...I am not an intolerant man.  If the English are content with the government of that good little woman, Victoria, then that goes to prove, that whatever they choose to call it...they have...a  Republic.

			CAMPION
		I beg your pardon?

			BIXIO
		Don't interrupt the General.

			CAMPION
		I beg the General's pardon.  No offence.

			GARIBALDI
		And none taken sir.  (He takes up his dictating stance again.)

			SOLDIERS
		A song, General, a song!

GARIBALDI takes up his singing stance, sings a plaintive ballad - breaks off in mid-stanza.

			GARIBALDI
		Dog!

He falls upon a SOLDIER who is rifling CAMPION'S bag.  CAMPION takes back the bag but GARIBALDI continues to chastise the SOLDIER.

			CAMPION
		(To divert GARIBALDI'S attention from the cowering SOLDIER, changes tack) Sir...General ...my readers are eager to know why you and your followers wear red shirts.

			GARIBALDI
		Red shirts?

			CAMPION
		Why do you all wear your famous red shirts?

			SOLDIER
		(Shouts)  For courage!

			TUTTI
		(Offstage)  For courage!  The blood of the enemy!  Garibaldi, si...red for the blood... Garibaldi... Garibaldi si!

Cheering.

Light change.  The SOLDIERS go.

We are back on CAPRERA.

SCENE 3

			GARIBALDI
		Pig's trotters.

			CAMPION
		(With pencil and a notebook)  I beg your pardon?

			GARIBALDI
		The shirts were left out of a consignment to Argentina.  For the slaughterers to wear in the abattoirs.

CAMPION pauses, pencil in hand.

			GARIBALDI
		No need to write that down.

FRANCESCA emerges, a live chicken under each arm.  She stands before them, her face fearsome.

			GARIBALDI
		(Nudges CAMPION)  Well?  You're the guest!

			CAMPION
		I'm sorry?

			GARIBALDI
		Choose, man - a chicken in your honour -

CAMPION tries, but shakes his head.

			CAMPION
		Tell the Signora I leave it in her capable hands.

FRANCESCA looks to GARIBALDI in enquiry.

			GARIBALDI
		He honours you with the choice, heart of my life.  For your wisdom and beauty.

FRANCESCA stamps off.  There is a terrible squawk as a hen is killed.

			CAMPION
		May we continue?  If I could prompt your memory, beloved General.  The world must have a record of the bravest man I have ever had the privilege to meet.

			GARIBALDI
		True.  I've never met a man braver than the man who sits here before you.

			CAMPION
		People need to know, to follow your example.

			GARIBALDI
		Do they?  (He leans forward, looks at CAMPION keenly)  Have you a son, Campion?

			CAMPION
		Alas, no.

			GARIBALDI
		If you had a son - would you send him for a soldier?

CAMPION gazes at him, shudders.

			GARIBALDI
		No.

			CAMPION
		I'm sorry.

			GARIBALDI
		Why?  Natural feelings.  Never easy, recruitment.

			CAMPION
		I remember.

SCENE 4

We are back on the campaign.

An ARTIST draws GARIBALDI.  GARIBALDI sits at a table, GENERAL FRANCESCO CRISPI beside him.  CAMPION sits apart, to observe.

			CRISPI
		Next!

A YOUNG BOY enters, clutching his hat.

			CRISPI
		Name?

			BOY
		Andreotti.

			CRISPI
		Sign here.  (The BOY bends, signs.)
		Date of birth?

			BOY
		1845.  I am twenty years old.

			CRISPI
		And you were born fifteen years ago.

			BOY
		I have learned to write, Signor, but not arithmetic.

			GARIBALDI
		(Growls)  Send him home to his mother.

CRISPI jerks his head.  The BOY goes.  CRISPI beckons.

A YOUNG MAN enters, tall, handsome, well-dressed.  Bows twice with a flourish, turns to bow to CAMPION but a SOLDIER pushes him back towards the table.

			YOUNG MAN
		Giovanni Valeri, at your service, General.

			CRISPI
		Age?

			VALERI
		Twenty.

			GARIBALDI
		Put his name down.

			CRISPI
		Report to the sergeant.
			VALERI
		Bravo!  (He throws his hat in the air, strides off triumphantly.)

			CAMPION
		A fine man, General.

			GARIBALDI
		A dead man.  (He looks to CRISPI, who nods.)

			CAMPION
		I'm sorry?  (He looks from one to the other.)  How can you tell?

They shrug, uninterested.

			CAMPION
		It doesn't worry you - that a young man may lose his life?

			CRISPI
		Same for us all.

			GARIBALDI
		What matters, Englishman, is what you are prepared to die for...to have a cause more important that your life.

			CAMPION
		But surely...without life there can be no cause.

			GARIBALDI
		So never take a risk?  Not even for freedom?

			CAMPION
		I take your point.  But is it not possible to achieve freedom by other, quieter means?

			GARIBALDI
		A private life is a luxury.  To be won, if necessary, with blood.

			CRISPI
		Aye.

			CAMPION
		Forgive me.

			GARIBALDI
		We die in the end, every man, every woman on this earth.

			CRISPI
		Same for us all.

			GARIBALDI
		Does it mean we shouldn't love our children - desire our wife?  Since we're all doomed, why feel anything?

		I Feel, Englishman!

		Here!  (His hand on his heart.)

He looks over the ARTIST'S shoulder.

			GARIBALDI
		Make me handsomer.

BIXIO enters.

			BIXIO
		We're ready to move off.

The GARIBALDINI go swiftly with their gear, GARIBALDI and CRISPI deep in discussion.  CAMPION is left alone, bewildered at the swift decampment.  Their voices die away.

SCENE 5

The court of VICTOR EMMANUEL, King of Piedmont.  The sound of music, a dance is in progress offstage.  PRINCE METTERNICH, the Austrian Chancellor, stands with the KING.  CAVOUR, the King's Minister, stands discreetly apart.

METTERNICH, irritated by the music, shows satisfaction as it stops.  He turns to the KING.

			METTERNICH
		As I was attempting to say, Majesty - to pound ten Kingdoms into one Italy is impossible.  There is no such place as Italy - nothing but a muddle of small states at one another's throats.

			KING
		Alas, very true.  We lack your splendid Austrian discipline, Prince.

			CAVOUR
		(Aside)  Bollocks.

			CAVOUR  (Cont'd)
		(Aloud)  Absolutely - anyway, what is there south of Rome bar dry rock?  As for Sicily, that turd on the end of the boot...

			METTERNICH
		Precisely.  We come to the question of France.

			CAVOUR
		(Quick)  Oh, nothing going on there.

			KING
		Mere diplomacy.

			METTERNICH
		Then may I ask why I see French troops on your streets?

			CAVOUR
		Manoeuvres.

			KING
		Just passing through.

			METTERNICH
		(Threatening)  Your reassurance is acknowledged.  As you will be aware, any alteration in status quo would be taken seriously by the Emperor.  (He bows, and again, and goes.)

			KING
		Doesn't he know?

			CAVOUR
		That we're up to our necks?  Of course he does.  What he doesn't appear to understand is that the one clear chance of a united Italy lies in hatred of Austria?

			KING
		We're hardly a threat.

			CAVOUR
		(Smiles)  It doesn't do to forget that a mosquito can kill a man, Sire.

			KING
		Well said.

			CAVOUR
		On the subject of which, there's that tiresome rabble-rouser - do we wish to see him?  (Hands a paper to the KING.)

			KING
		(Reads)  Garibaldi...What does he want?

			CAVOUR
		Muskets.  Carbines.  Cannon.  With which to topple you.

			KING
		Send him away.

			CAVOUR
		(Brightening)  To be disposed of?

			KING
		That's your affair.

Cheering, off.

			CAVOUR
		They've been there for three days.

			KING
		In the red shirts?  (CAVOUR nods.)  Braising pigeons?

			CAVOUR
		I'll order their removal.

			KING
		No.  Have them in.

			CAVOUR
		Here?  Now?

			KING
		Why not?

CAVOUR, scowling, beckons his aide, CAPTAIN ASTI, who exits.  Sounds of court music offstage.  It stops abruptly as voices and screams are heard.  A MARQUESA, a handsome, red-haired woman, backs in, dropping her fan in panic as GARIBALDI appears.  He picks up her fan, presents it to her with a gallant bow, escorts her out to offstage applause.  The applause displeases CAVOUR.

GARIBALDI returns and approaches the KING who crosses to receive him cordially.  GARIBALDI sticks out his hand and they shake hands firmly and the KING embraces him.

			KING
		You know Cavour, of course.

CAVOUR comes forward, claps GARIBALDI on the shoulder.

			CAVOUR
		The General knows I am his greatest admirer.

GARIBALDI is flattered.

			KING
		You've got some good dinner roasting outside, General.

			GARIBALDI
		Come and join us.

			KING
		I will.  (ASTI whispers in CAVOUR'S ear, CAVOUR whispers in the KING'S ear.)  He says it's raining.  Send out some platters, we'll eat under cover, eh?  (CAVOUR nods to ASTI, who goes.)

Some cheering off.
			KING
		Now General -

GARIBALDI looks round for space - clears a table of ornaments at a swoop, unrolls his map.

			GARIBALDI
		As I see it, the Kingdom of Italy -

			CAVOUR
		(Smoothly)  As we see it, the Kingdom of Piedmont, which is our responsibility - (he lets down a large hanging map.)

			GARIBALDI
		Piedmont?  Piedmont?  That's just the top of Italy, the hat on the head!

A large platter of food is brought in.  The KING takes a piece of meat, eats with his fingers, so CAVOUR is forced to do the same, gestures irritably to ASTI for a napkin.  GARIBALDI grabs an apple absently.

The KING calls loudly.

			KING
		Prince Metternich, come and join us!

METTERNICH enters, escorted by BIXIO.  A waltz strikes up.  Offered food from the platter, METTERNICH, insulted, refuses disdainfully.  He turns away, bumping into SIGNOR B, who wears the red shirt of a GARIBALDINO.

			SIGNOR B
		(Making METTERNICH jump)  Huzza!

			METTERNICH
		What?

			SIGNOR B
		Huzza!!

			METTERNICH
		Are you addressing me?

			SIGNOR B
		The waltz!  Strong stuff, eh?  You Austrians - strong stuff!  (He mimes dancing with a partner.)

			METTERNICH
		Who is this man?

			BIXIO
		(Calls to GARIBALDI)  Your father's annoying the Prince.

			GARIBALDI
		(Calls)  He's not my father, I thought he was yours!

			SIGNOR B
		(In METTERNICH'S ear)  That Prince Metternich - is it true that he worships the ground under his own feet?

BIXIO drags SIGNOR B away as METTERNICH, furious, goes.

			CAVOUR
		Damn!  (He hurries after METTERNICH.)

GARIBALDI sees his chance with the KING, lifts a chair, swings it round for the KING to sit, draws up a chair for himself in one movement.

			GARIBALDI
		King.

			KING
		General.

			GARIBALDI
		I need men and guns.

			KING
		(Thoughtful)  Guns...

			GARIBALDI
		Prefer the bayonet myself but the young like to make a noise.

			KING
		We'll see what we can do.

CAVOUR, in the background, glares, walks away.

			KING
		Very able man, Cavour.

			GARIBALDI
		(Jovial)  Oh, that wingless swan.

			KING
		(Laughs)  I'm not absolutely sure to what extent I value his opinions.  Still - an intelligent man.  A prick of course.

			GARIBALDI
		And against a united Italy.

			KING
		He thinks it impractical.

			GARIBALDI
		So no go?

			KING
		We didn't say that.  I - Victor Emmanuel - share your aims.  One Italy - on a par with France and Spain and to hell with the Austrian Empire!

			KING  (Cont'd)
		Here's what we'll do.  They won't give you the army, they don't trust you, but you can raise volunteers.

			GARIBALDI
		Volunteers?   The best - no discipline like conviction!  What about supplies?

			KING
		Leave it to me.  (He shakes GARIBALDI'S hand.)

GARIBALDI goes.  CAVOUR enters.

			KING
		Ah - Cavour.  We had to offer him something.

			CAVOUR
		Volunteers.  That should keep him busy.  Perhaps out of the main arena?  For safety's sake?

			KING
		As you say.

			CAVOUR
		The protection of Your Majesty's Kingdom of Northern Italy is a grave responsibility.

			KING
		Which you perform admirably.

			CAVOUR
		Even pricks have their uses.

			KING
		Pardon - we should have lowered our voice.  Just leading him on to get his drift.

			CAVOUR
		What did he mean - wingless swan?

			KING
		No idea.  (Goes.)

CAVOUR beckons CAPTAIN ASTI.

			CAVOUR
		Take this down.  We commit to the employment of Garibaldi in the raising of volunteer troops against Austria.  But there is to be no money - no food - no uniforms - above all, no arms.  (As they go)  Don't allow him to operate anywhere near military objectives and keep his name out of the papers.  With a bit of luck he'll fall off his horse, eh?

			ASTI
		Might cause a fuss, sir.

			CAVOUR
		Perhaps you're right.

They go.  The KING enters, followed by CAPTAIN ASTI.

			KING
		Take this down.  General Garibaldi to be furnished with three ships - to carry ordnance, guns, carbines, muskets, ammunition, dry foods and boots.

			ASTI
		(Bows)  Sire.

The KING goes.  CAVOUR enters.

			ASTI
		What am I to do?

			CAVOUR
		Nothing.

			ASTI
		I can't do nothing.

			CAVOUR
		(Irritable)  All right.  Find a couple of ships.

			ASTI
		Ships?

			CAVOUR
		Preferably suicidal tubs held together by the sea they float on -

			ASTI
		Sorry?

			CAVOUR
		I want ships that are leaky - wobbly - whatever ships do when they're not - (looks for word)

			ASTI
		Seaworthy?  What do you want done with them?

			CAVOUR
		Mend them!

			ASTI
		You mean, put them in for refit?

			CAVOUR
		Refit, poor fit, epileptic fit, whatever takes the longest!

			ASTI
		H.M.'s not a fool.  He'll be after me.

			CAVOUR
		So do the repairs!

			ASTI
		And the cargo?

			CAVOUR
		Don't tell me you can't lay your hands on obsolete weapons - there's enough malpractice in the arms trade to destabilise Hades.

			ASTI
		You want rubbish?  (CAVOUR nods)  Just so I have it clear.  We are not looking at Garibaldi, despite all this public support, as an ally?

			CAVOUR
		Have you lost your senses?  The man's a Republican!

			ASTI
		And the King?

			CAVOUR
		The King finds Garibaldi charming.  Since he himself, like most monarchs, survives on charm, he esteems it in others.

			ASTI
		Two of a kind, you mean?

			CAVOUR
		Blood brothers, Captain.  (As they go)  I've nothing against Garibaldi personally.

			ASTI
		The women seem to like him.

They go.  GARIBALDI has a dalliance with the MARQUESA.  They lie together, whispering and laughing.  He helps her to her feet.

			GARIBALDI
		(As they go)  Would you like me to sing to you?

			MARQUESA
		But of course.

GARIBALDI sings.

SCENE 7

In the field.

Noise.

As the smoke clears the sounds die away.  A SOLDIER helps on his wounded COMRADE.  Another SOLDIER enters, exhausted.

CRISPI enters with CAPTAIN BIXIO.  They consult a list.

			CRISPI
		Altieri?

			BIXIO
		Dead.

			CRISPI
		Rossato?

			BIXIO
		Wounded.

			CRISPI
		Villanova?

BIXIO shrugs, he doesn't know.  GARIBALDI enters.

			GARIBALDI
		I need a man on the right flank.

CRISPI shows him the list.

			CRISPI
		Gordiano?

			GARIBALDI
		Too old.

			CRISPI
		Marchetti?

			GARIBALDI
		Too young.

			BIXIO
		(Over their shoulder)  Strozzi!  (He calls to the SOLDIERS)  Is Strozzi dead?  (They call "No".)  He's not dead.

			CRISPI
		Strozzi then.

			GARIBALDI
		(Shakes his head)  No.

			CRISPI
		Why not?  He's alive.

			GARIBALDI
		No.

They look at him.
			GARIBALDI
		He likes killing.

			BIXIO
		General - I don't mean to contradict you - (GARIBALDI glares at him) - but that makes no sense.

			GARIBALDI
		No sense?  No sense?  No sense?  What do you think you are?  What are you?

			BIXIO
		A soldier!

			GARIBALDI
		(To everyone)  And what are soldiers for?

			FIRST SOLDIER
		(Tired)  To fight the enemy.

GARIBALDI shakes his head.

			GARIBALDI
		No.

			CRISPI
		A soldier is not for fighting?

			GARIBALDI
		I didn't say that.

He sits, then gets up and walks about.

			GARIBALDI
		(To a SOLDIER)  What is a man?

			SOLDIER
		Me, sir.

			GARIBALDI
		What is his purpose?

			SECOND SOLDIER
		Fighting?

			GARIBALDI
		I'll tell you what his purpose is.

			SECOND SOLDIER
		(Sotto voce)  I wish you would.

			GARIBALDI
		I will - I will.

		The purpose of a man -

		The purpose of a man -

		is fornication.

The tired SOLDIERS murmur with laughter.

			GARIBALDI
		You think I'm joking?  You think that I - Giuseppe Garibaldi - the leader of the gallant One Thousand who will take Naples, take Rome - you think I make jokes?  I am not a joker.  I am a serious man.  (Murmurs of agreement)  Why do I say that a man is made to fornicate?

		Think!

		Consider!

		To fornicate is to be a man.

		What is the purpose of a man?

		The purpose of a man is to fill a woman.  His only function - life.  To create - and to protect -life.

		Think of it my friends.  There she stands, the woman - shining, in all her glory...

		And to what does that Venus - that Aphrodite - submit?  Why, to the invasion of her very self -from without by man, from within by the child of her womb.

The rest murmur agreement.

			CRISPI
		Well said.

			GARIBALDI
		You talk of courage - battles, the charge - ever seen a woman in labour, son?

			SOLDIER
		No, General.

SECOND SOLDIER shakes his head.

		GARIBALDI
		Every child on earth is born of the agony of his mother.  Having survived, ass and belly dropped - what then?  She gives us suck.  Now tell me what a soldier is for.

Silence.

			GARIBALDI
		A soldier exists to honour life.  He is there to protect his wife - his children - his neighbour's children - his country.  For such responsibility not one life can be wasted.

		I absolutely forbid every one of you to get killed.

The SOLDIERS help each other offstage.

A pause.  GARIBALDI and CRISPI smoke their pipes.

			CRISPI
		Ah - women...

			GARIBALDI
		Mmm?

			CRISPI
		For me it's the ass.  (They puff reflectively.)  Decent haunch you're home and dry.

GARIBALDI puffs noncommittally.

			CRISPI
		Legs, of course - a good ankle - and - (he indicates a bosom.)

			GARIBALDI
		What about the face?

			CRISPI
		Oh I never look at that.

Offstage the SOLDIERS sing "Addio, mia Bella, Addio".  GARIBALDI picks up the tune, sings the verses.

Lights slow to black.  Then, faint at first, the sounds of battle, getting louder.  Tremendous cannon fire.

The sounds recede.  The light goes.  Silence.

SCENE 8 - CAPRERA.

GARIBALDI and CAMPION, after dinner.

			CAMPION
		And you took Naples!

			GARIBALDI
		We did.

FRANCESCA enters, scowls at them, takes away the dinner tray.  They wait patiently as she returns, bangs down another flagon of wine and goes.  GARIBALDI pours wine for himself and CAMPION.  They lift their glasses and drink.  Pause.

Pause.  GARIBALDI puffs his pipe, knocks it out.

			GARIBALDI
		Amazing.  Not a female in Naples who didn't offer herself to me.  Even the nuns.

			CAMPION
		Good heavens!  Did you - I mean -

			GARIBALDI
		(Shakes his head)  We needed cooks, not whores, nurses not lovers.  (He relights, puffs.)  No battle is ever won.  At best not lost.  Unbearable either way.

A pause.

			CAMPION
		But - if you find the life so intolerable -

			GARIBALDI
		I do.

			CAMPION
		Then - ?

			GARIBALDI
		Necessity, Campion.  Necessity.

			CAMPION
		As in Rome?

			GARIBALDI
		Ah Rome......

SCENE 9 - ROME

MAZZINI and the MAYOR on the platform.  The MAYOR takes a formal stance, head erect, one foot forward.

			MAYOR
		Signor Mazzini!  (A lone cheer.)  With brimming hearts we welcome you to the Eternal City.  Rome is enriched by your beloved presence.

MAZZINI, seated at his side, shakes his head modestly.

			MAYOR
		On this auspicious day we give thanks to the Almighty for the courage of General Garibaldi and his gallant One Thousand who have liberated Sicily - and Naples - and now Rome - (cheers) - and made it possible to welcome here, in our midst, the heart of the movement for the uniting of our beloved country.  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the soul of Italy - Guiseppe Mazzini!

Applause.  MAZZINI rises.

			MAZZINI
		(Waits for silence)  This is a momentous day.  Particularly for those of us who have worked for the uniting of Italy for so long.  (Prolonged applause.  He lifts a hand.)  

		Friends - we are a nation.  What is that?  A nation is a grouping of people defined by natural boundaries - the sea, rivers, mountains, and by custom, tradition, a common language.  Even so, why the nation state?

		What is the alternative?  

		Tribes fighting till there is nothing left?

		Religious faiths at war with one another?

		Foreign domination?  Or a mindless spread of people encouraged by the new ease of travel to abandon their homes, leaving territories where they are most needed?  A nation can provide stability, protection, opportunity.  (Applause.)

			MAZZINI  (Cont'd)
		Man has survived by a sense of fairness.  How is that survival best protected?  By the second great principle.  The principle of Democracy.  One man!  One vote!

Loud applause.  The MAYOR and MAZZINI go.  CAVOUR enters, followed by ASTI.

			CAVOUR
		Has he finished?

			ASTI
		Mazzini?  Yes.

			CAVOUR
		We were assured he was still in exile.  Is the King here?

			ASTI
		I'll find out.

He goes quickly.  CAVOUR strides up and down.  The KING enters, followed by ASTI.

			KING
		Cavour?

CAVOUR, startled, jumps - then bends the knee.

			CAVOUR
		Thank you for coming so promptly, Sire.

			KING
		Your message was urgent.

CAVOUR nods to ASTI, who lets down the large map of Italy.

			CAVOUR
		(Takes pointer from ASTI)  Our Kingdom - your Kingdom, Sire.  As you know, there has never been objection to the annexation of Lombardy, Tuscany and Venetia - profitable expansions to your Majesty's realm.  (Points)  We come to the Papal States, Naples, all this to the toe - and Sicily.

			KING
		Fit only for goats since we cut down the trees to build our railways.

			CAVOUR
		I've been giving the matter some thought.  With Rome in our hands - the Papal States - here - and here - go begging.  (Pause)  The French are already getting their feet under the table.  (Pause)  One begins to see advantage in Garibaldi.

			KING
		Garibaldi?  The romantic?

			CAVOUR
		Mazzini's the romantic.  Garibaldi's more of a realist.  I've been corresponding with him.

			KING
		Have you?

			CAVOUR
		As you have, Sire.

He taps the map with the pointer.

			CAVOUR
		One map, one country.  With Rome taken -

			ASTI
		Bravo!  Sorry.

			CAVOUR
		One Kingdom.

			KING
		One language.  One currency?

			CAVOUR
		One Italy.

The whine of a bullet.  They duck.

			KING
		Rome - it appears - is not taken.   Where's Garibaldi?

			CAVOUR
		We were assured he was on the ramparts.

Sounds of battle.

GARIBALDI, wounded, is helped on by CRISPI.  He strikes out furiously with a stick.

			GARIBALDI
		No - no - no!

			CRISPI
		Don't be a fool, Giuseppe!  Give the order to withdraw!

			GARIBALDI
		No!

MAZZINI enters.

			MAZZINI
		We must vacate the premises.  (Shots - they duck.)  Please - come away - at least to the cellars.

			CAVOUR
		Yes, yes, yes.

			KING
		What about the General?

			CRISPI
		We'll get him down the stairs.

GARIBALDI hits out at him.

			GARIBALDI
		Get off, Crispi - what's the matter with you?
CAVOUR and MAZZINI duck at a rattling sound.

			CRISPI
		Come on - !

			CAVOUR
		That was close.

			MAZZINI
		Are they snipers?

			GARIBALDI
		Snipers?  Snipers?  I'll tell you what they are?  Men with sling shots!

			CRISPI
		You mean -

			GARIBALDI
		They've run out of ammunition!  They're throwing stones!

Music.

SCENE 10

The celebration of the conquest of Rome.  A CARDINAL gives a religious blessing in Latin.  Present are MAZZINI, CAVOUR, THE KING.  GARIBALDI, on a litter, is flanked by the MARQUESA and JESSIE, in nurse's uniform.  Some jealousy between the women.  A rousing march is played.  Cheers, shouts and laughter.

BIXIO enters with a long piece of paper.  GARIBALDI looks up at him.  He bends down, GARIBALDI whispers in his ear.  BIXIO steps forward, begins to read the list.

			BIXIO
		Mario Acerbori
		Pietro Adarno
		Luciano Addario
		Maurizio Addoloni
		Michele Adorni
		Marcello Agazia
		Michele Agiolli
		Bruno Alagna
		Antonio Albanese
		Sandro Alberi
		Daniele Albertani

Slowly the cheering and shouting begin to die away.  

ASTI steps forward with another long list.

			ASTI
		Pietro Albrizzi
		Giorgio Aldegani
		Antonio Alesini
		Oliviero Alesini
		Giulio Alesini

Now there is silence.

			ASTI
		Giuseppe Alfare
		Marco Allafini
		Angelo Altieri
		Benito Alvini

The light begins to go until only their voices are heard.

			BIXIO
		Michelangelo Amadi
		Luigi Amianti
		Bruno Andreani
		Beppo Andreani
		Daniele Arcangeli
		Ernesto Armano
		Paolo Astori
		Emiliano Baggi

Lights to black.

ACT TWO

SCENE 1

A simple room.  GARIBALDI, convalescent, in a narrow cot.  BIXIO, by his bed, reads from his list.

			BIXIO
		Enrico Pavanelli
		Vincenzo Pedrali
		Pietro Rizzi
		Leandro Poleti
		Enrico Puglia
		Mario Rafaele
		Cristiano Ranzato
		Emilio Salmasi
		Claudio Salvadori
		Bruno Salviati
		Ettore Salviati
		Paolo Salviati

			GARIBALDI
		Same family?

			BIXIO
		Yes, General.

			JESSIE
		(Scottish.  Enters with tray)  What are you doing here - no visitors allowed.

			BIXIO
		(Bows)  General Bixio, Signorina.  Here on the General's orders.

			JESSIE
		Out, man - I give the orders here.  (BIXIO is so surprised that he goes.)

			GARIBALDI
		I see you have a way with generals!

			JESSIE
		(Sadistically)  Let's take a look at that foot.

She treats his foot.  GARIBALDI winces.

			JESSIE
		What was yon man reading to you, you're supposed to be resting.
			GARIBALDI
		The list of our casualties.

			JESSIE
		Well he can stop that.

			GARIBALDI
		I am responsible for their lives.

			JESSIE
		Not any more you're not, they're God's concern.  On the other hand -

			GARIBALDI
		Ow!

			JESSIE
		Don't be such a baby, General.  (She bends to smell his wound)  That smells better - it looks as though the maggots have done their work.

GARIBALDI turns his head away as JESSIE picks out the maggots.

			JESSIE
		- on the other hand, if you're so concerned, you can sign there.  (She takes a paper from her pocket, thrusts it under his nose.)

			GARIBALDI
		What's this, a marriage proposal?

			JESSIE
		A requisition order for the Palace.  I need it for the wounded.

He holds up his hand for the paper.  She gives him pen and ink, he signs, she puts the paper in her pocket, dabs his wound from a large bottle of purple liquid - he hollers.  She bandages him swiftly, gives him water, straightens his pillows, refills his glass, puts it by his bed.

			JESSIE
		You'll do.  Tomorrow, on your feet.

She takes her tray and goes.

			GARIBALDI
		(To BIXIO, who enters)  Glorious!  Prim as a snowdrop, knows every bone of a man's body.  I'll have her if it costs me Sardinia.

He jumps as MAZZINI, behind BIXIO, coughs discreetly in the doorway.  GARIBALDI gestures wildly behind MAZZINI'S back, but BIXIO shrugs and goes.

			GARIBALDI
		Mazzini - my friend!  What's this - (as MAZZINI parks his carbine) - come to do me an injury?

			MAZZINI
		In case we are under attack.

			GARIBALDI
		(As the gun clatters to the ground)  Other way up.

MAZZINI places the gun carefully, gives GARIBALDI a bunch of drooping flowers.

			MAZZINI
		No scent, I'm afraid.  Not a violet to be seen.  (As GARIBALDI looks up in enquiry)  I have a weakness for violets.  May I?

GARIBALDI struggles to sit up.  MAZZINI tries to help him, GARIBALDI brushes him away.  MAZZINI sits.

			MAZZINI
		They want one of us to take over the running of Rome.

			GARIBALDI
		Not my berth.

			MAZZINI
		They'd prefer you.  (He sighs)  If I could depend on your support.

			GARIBALDI
		I should be honoured.

			MAZZINI
		Thank you.

MAZZINI forages among his bundle of papers.

BIXIO looks in.  GARIBALDI gestures at him urgently.

			BIXIO
		(Looms over MAZZINI)  Apologies Signor Mazzini.  The doctor is here, General, to remove your stitches.

			MAZZINI
		(Rises)  So sorry, do forgive me.  Stitches?

			BIXIO
		A bayonet wound as well as the ball in the foot.

			MAZZINI
		Oh - where?

BIXIO whispers in his ear.  MAZZINI blenches.

			MAZZINI
		General, forgive me.  Is it - are you - ?

			BIXIO
		We're hoping for the best.

			GARIBALDI
		(Puts out his hand)  Another time, friend.

MAZZINI bows and goes.

			GARIBALDI
		What did you tell him!  (They laugh.)

			GARIBALDI
		Nonetheless, the most virtuous man in Italy.

			BIXIO
		(Wheeling GARIBALDI offstage)  What good's virtue in the pages of a book?

			GARIBALDI
		More than one sort of courage, Nino.

SCENE 2

CAPRERA.  GARIBALDI moves to ease his rheumatism.

			GARIBALDI
		And he left his gun behind.

CAMPION smiles.

			GARIBALDI
		Mazzini!  The father of us all!  It was because of Mazzini I became a Republican.  Had to stow away on a cargo boat to avoid arrest for it.

			CAMPION
		 Where was she bound?

			GARIBALDI
		Russia.  Very cold.

			CAMPION
		And then?

			GARIBALDI
		Every port on the globe - best men in the world, the mercantiles.  (He muses, remembering.  CAMPION stirs.)  Fetched up in South America, fitted out a craft, fought for freedom on the Rio Grande.  You know what wins battles, Campion?  (CAMPION shakes his head.)  Chance.  And endurance.  Never give up.

He goes silent.  CAMPION makes rapid notes.

FRANCESCA emerges from the house with a tray with wine, two wine glasses and a pitcher of milk.  She refills GARIBALDI'S cup with milk and CAMPION, with a bow of thanks, fills a glass with wine and crosses with it towards the flat rock by the spinney.  He peers, looking for the SPY.

			FRANCESCA
		(To GARIBALDI)  It's Thursday.  He's gone home to pleasure his wife.  (She goes.)

			GARIBALDI
		(To CAMPION)  He's gone home to his dinner.

CAMPION, at a cordial gesture from GARIBALDI to drink, lifts the SPY'S glass of wine as a toast.

			CAMPION
		To General Garibaldi - a unique human being -

			GARIBALDI
		No, sir!

		I am an ordinary man.  Of the common herd.

			CAMPION
		From whence sprang Columbus - Galileo - Titian, Michelangelo - da Vinci!

			GARIBALDI
		And regiments of rogues.  Ever seen men sack a town, Campion?

			CAMPION
		Never, thank God.

			GARIBALDI
		Animals.  No more than beasts.  I had to put my own men to the sabre once.  Comrades.  Men with families.  (Pause.  Then he laughs)  In Uruguay they wanted me for Dictator!

			CAMPION
		You could still be King of Italy.

GARIBALDI shakes his head.

			CAMPION
		Leader then - God knows you've earned it, General.

			GARIBALDI
		No, Campione!

He rises, going.

			GARIBALDI
		Never!
		I told them in Rome!

SCENE 3

GARIBALDI on a balcony.
			VOICES
		Garibaldi for King!  Garibaldi - Garibaldi to rule - Garibaldi - Garibaldi, si!

GARIBALDI lifts a hand for silence.  Eventually there is a hush.

			GARIBALDI
		Friends - friends - what are you asking?

			VOICES
		Garibaldi for King!  Garibaldi!

			GARIBALDI
		King?  What for?

			VOICES
		For freedom - for Italy!  For our country?  For our Leader!

			LONE VOICE
		To make us rich!

Cheers.  Laughter.  GARIBALDI waits for silence.

			GARIBALDI
		That's what you want of me?  You want Giuseppe Garibaldi to make you rich?

Some calls of `yes'.  They die away.

			GARIBALDI
		Rich!  (Laughs.) contentment?

Sounds of agreement, which die away.

			GARIBALDI
		Fisherman on a beach.  Rich man hoves into view.  "That your boat out there?"  "Aye."  "Plenty of fish?"  "Aye."  "Buy another boat, fish twice a day - soon you'll be rich, be able to sit in the sun like me." "I'm doing that already" says the fisherman.

Laughter.  GARIBALDI raises his arms.

			GARIBALDI
		To the Republic!

			VOICES
		To Italy!  The Republic!  Long live Italy!  Garibaldi, si...Garibaldi, si...Garibaldi si!

SCENE 4

A stateroom.  CAVOUR and the KING.  CAVOUR paces back and forth, quick and nervous.  The KING waves a hand to placate him.

			CAVOUR
		All this talk of a republic!

			KING
		What do you suggest?

Pause.

			CAVOUR
		As long as Garibaldi remains in Rome, the throne is at risk.  He must be removed.

			KING
		How?  Where?

They pace.

			CAVOUR
		We could send him abroad.

			KING
		To do what?

			CAVOUR
		Diplomatic mission?

			KING
		(Drily)  As representative of the King of Italy?

			CAVOUR
		I shall appeal to him as a patriot.

			KING
		He'd see through us.  Even if he were fool enough to agree, what about the rest of them?

			CAVOUR
		The Garibaldini?  Oh - deploy them somewhere ...some...beach.

They ponder the idea.

			KING
		I do have a new tailor...

			CAVOUR
		Let me talk to him.

He beckons for ASTI who enters, bows to the KING who nods to them and goes.

			CAVOUR
		Where is he?

ASTI shrugs diffidently.

			ASTI
		One of the chambermaids is a beauty.

			CAVOUR
		Goddam it - ah, General!

As GARIBALDI erupts into the room tying his neckerchief.

			GARIBALDI
		Fine weather we're having.

			CAVOUR
		Gorgeous.

			GARIBALDI
		What?  Oh - yes.

			CAVOUR
		Have a seat, General.  How's the leg?

			GARIBALDI
		I seem to manage.

			CAVOUR
		Bravo.  I envy your - well - do sit down.

He nods to ASTI, who goes.  GARIBALDI sits.

			CAVOUR
		We have a proposition - a request.  Of the most serious - the most exalted nature to put to you.

			GARIBALDI
		Exalted?

			CAVOUR
		It is the King's wish that you visit the courts of Europe.  As champion of the new Italy.

			GARIBALDI
		Me?

			CAVOUR
		Who more appropriate?  Our beloved hero - the creator of the Kingdom - (corrects himself) - the State of Italy.

			GARIBALDI
		You want me as a politician?

			CAVOUR
		May I remind you that politics begin where your answer to the science of living - the bayonet - leaves off.

			GARIBALDI
		And where the lying begins.

			CAVOUR
		(Cold and threatening)  Signor General, who do you think I am?  Some - diplomat?  Thinking twice before saying nothing?  I am His Majesty's Minister.  And on behalf of the State, and the King, whoever he may be, I am entitled - nay, encouraged - nay, empowered - emboldened - instructed - to Lie - to Cheat - to Misinform - to Traduce, Steal, Secrete...even, should the necessity arise - to Remove.

			GARIBALDI
		Remove?

			CAVOUR
		Not always necessary.

			GARIBALDI
		No.  You never know where you are.

			CAVOUR
		And have you, Garibaldi, never told a lie?  Never kneeled by a dying soldier swearing he would be well by morning?  Promised reinforcements - your mistress to return to her -
			GARIBALDI
		The small falsehoods of kindness.

			CAVOUR
		Ah, your lies are virtuous, mine are not!

			GARIBALDI
		Because you, sir, are a politician and those who enter politics do so for power and profit.

			CAVOUR
		You believe there is not one man who seeks simply to be of service to his country?

			GARIBALDI
		If such a man exists I've never met him.

			CAVOUR
		You condemn us all as rogues?

			GARIBALDI
		As you do, to have become such a fox.

			CAVOUR
		(Smiles)  I gather you don't like me, General.

			GARIBALDI
		No more than you like yourself.

For the first time CAVOUR is out of face.

			CAVOUR
		I have never given thought to the matter.  Lack of time perhaps.
			GARIBALDI
		A man who liked himself would not be eating himself into apoplexy, Count Cavour.

			CAVOUR
		Uh?

			GARIBALDI
		Do you wish to serve the people of Italy so little that you wish yourself so visibly out of life?

			CAVOUR
		(Cold)  I beg your pardon?

			GARIBALDI
		Aha, so you can be touched off.  As you see - I am not a gentleman, but I've enough grace to apologise - I shouldn't have mentioned your belly.  So you want me out of Italy? -

			CAVOUR
		For Italy.

			GARIBALDI
		For your King you mean - oh, you'll find a way - already no ammunition -

			CAVOUR
		General, you are Italy's finest weapon!  A man of courage - of the people - spokesman for a Republic - yes, that might seem odd coming from a King's man, but patience, General.  Our aims may be closer than you think.  What Italy needs at this historic moment in her history - is a Voice.

			GARIBALDI
		I'm no orator -

			CAVOUR
		You are a compelling man.  Brave - handsome -
			GARIBALDI
		(Modest protest)  Wounded, rheumatic -

			CAVOUR
		The ladies of Rome seem to find no lack of capacity.

			GARIBALDI
		The beggars won't leave me alone!  How am I supposed to see to them all...it's out of the question!

			CAVOUR
		Then what do you say?  A change of air.  Travel - in comfort for once, a chance for your wounds to heal.  (GARIBALDI looks at him drily)  I need a man who will give me Europe's response...not for my sake, for Italy.  (As GARIBALDI absently smooths his hair).  The King's barber is in the building.  His tailor too.

A pause.  Then GARIBALDI shakes his head.

			GARIBALDI
		No, no.  No, no, no.

			CAVOUR
		(Looks outside, sighs)   Pity.  If I were free I'd go myself.  What I wouldn't give to see that green and pleasant land.

			GARIBALDI
		England?  Aha - the little Queen eh?

			CAVOUR
		(Turns to face him)  Oh no.  Tennyson.  Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

He quotes a stanza of In Memoriam.  GARIBALDI quotes the next stanza.

			CAVOUR
		...to sit at the feet of Tennyson...

GARIBALDI rises.  They gaze at each other and embrace.  And leave, heads together, CAVOUR helping GARIBALDI out.  He returns at once with ASTI.

			CAVOUR
		Asti, am I putting on weight?

			ASTI
		No, Excellency.

			CAVOUR
		I thought not.  I mustn't get fat, it will make me look ridiculous.  Prepare the General's itinerary for a European tour.

			ASTI
		You mean you've persuaded him?

CAVOUR shrugs modestly.

			ASTI
		How?

			CAVOUR
		One thing about soldiers I can never understand.  They read poetry, God knows why.

			ASTI
		(Romantically)  Ah, poetry!

CAVOUR, mystified, follows his off.

SCENE 5

Buckingham Palace.  QUEEN VICTORIA sitting.  Her PRIME MINISTER sits across from her.  A chilly silence.  The QUEEN clears her throat.  The PM leans forward.

			QUEEN
		Was the train on time?

			PM
		To the second, Ma'am.

			QUEEN
		And?

			PM
		Your Majesty's compliments were conveyed with due formality to General Garibaldi.

			QUEEN
		But not by us.

Silence.

			PM
		The protection of Your Majesty's person demands the most vigilant attention at all times.

			QUEEN
		We wanted to see him!

			PM
		It was felt in Parliament Ma'am - (he gets a steely look) - and even more in the Lords -

			QUEEN
		Well they would.

			PM
		- that to receive an avowed Republican -

			QUEEN
		They've more to lose.

Silence.

			QUEEN
		Whatever Parliament may feel or believe, it is Not our intention to snub and humiliate His Majesty King Victor and the new Kingdom of Italy.

			PM
		Oh, absolutely not, Ma'am.

			QUEEN
		Consideration will have to be given.

Pause.

			PM
		Perhaps a gift, Ma'am?  A racehorse?  Brace of guns?

Silence.

			PM
		Your Majesty's portrait - in oils.

Silence.  The QUEEN looks mollified.

			PM
		It shall be done, Ma'am.

The PM bows, backs, bows again, goes.

			QUEEN
		(Alone)  We only wanted a look!

She rings a table bell vigorously.  Her LADY-IN-WAITING runs in, out of breath.

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		(Bobs)  Your Majesty -

The QUEEN waves her to sit.

			QUEEN
		Well?

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		(Getting her breath)  So many people, Ma'am!

			QUEEN
		The Grenadiers?

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		Absolutely splendid, as always -

			QUEEN
		And the horses?

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		Behaved beautifully.  The Duchess was in brown silk, Lady B in blue -

			QUEEN
		Oh, get on with it!

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		Yes, Ma'am.  Ah - (she recovers her breath) the clock chimed at the very moment the train stopped.  There was a cloud of steam, the band began to play - and there he was.

		Ohh, Ma'am!  
		(The QUEEN leans forward.)

		The face of Achilles.

		Not tall but -

			QUEEN
		Handsome?

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		Very.

			QUEEN
		So vexing!

She waves for the LADY-IN-WAITING to continue.

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		There was a great deal of cheering, people threw hats in the air - every Italian in England seemed to be present!  They shouted and clapped and called his name - "Generalissimo - Garibaldi - Garibaldi, si!"

			QUEEN
		Good Heavens.

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		And then - then they asked him to sing!

			QUEEN
		Sing?

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		Yes Ma'am.

			QUEEN
		Sing??

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		Yes, Ma'am.

			QUEEN
		And did he?

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		Oh, yes Ma'am.  Then and there on the platform, for a considerable amount of time, with all the choruses.

The QUEEN is too surprised to speak.  She waves for the LADY-IN-WAITING to continue.

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		After that the - the introductions - (her voice falters.)

			QUEEN
		What is the matter with you?
			LADY-IN-WAITING
		(Small voice)  Nothing, Ma'am.

			QUEEN
		Didn't you get a look-in?

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		On the contrary Ma'am, as your representative I saw the General at close quarters.  He - he -

			QUEEN
		What - speak up?

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		He - kissed my hand.  (Quickly)  As your representative.

			QUEEN
		He kissed your hand?  General Garibaldi?

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		Yes, Ma'am.  And looked into my eyes.  Intensely.

			QUEEN
		Intensely?
		(Silence.)
		So he's very handsome?

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		Oh yes, Ma'am, a most heavenly profile.

The QUEEN is very put out.

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		However...

			QUEEN
		What?

The LADY-IN-WAITING sighs.

			LADY-IN-WAITING
		He's a goose, Ma'am.  I'm very much afraid that the General is a goose.

They look at each other.  The QUEEN smiles.

			QUEEN
		Oh dear.  Poor Lord Tennyson.

SCENE 6

A Victorian sitting-room.  AGNES, the maid, scurries across the stage, ribbons flying.  Women's voices, raised, then silence.  MR ATTRILL, the gardener, pokes his head round the door, enters with a large trug of fresh flowers, grunts, displeased at finding no-one there and turns to go as LADY TENNYSON enters at the run.

			LADY TENNYSON
		Go away...oh I'm sorry it's you Attrill...tell Agnes to look at the beef and to bring the purple jug, on second thoughts the fluted vase - no, the jug and the green boat what do you think - (at his grim expression as he wheels for the third time) - oh all right, the flute - but not the small flute, the big flute...and the bowl with the snakes from the lower landing window sill - go on, you silly man!  (Calls, off)  Baste the beef Agnes!

ATTRILL stumps off very, very slowly.  LADY TENNYSON swerves away dangerously, fielding a tall, hideous vase en route.  She rips out the pampas grasses within, spins, uncertain, then throws them out of the window where they land on LORD TENNYSON'S head.

			TENNYSON
		(En passant, mistaking the pampas grass for swooping birds)  Ah!  Sweet feathered fiends... friends...rejected by the skies...Repentant puffballs, pansied o'er the vale...

LADY TENNYSON begins to ram flowers into the vase as AGNES, the GARDENER and the GARDENER'S BOY appear, all laden with vases.  AGNES fills vases swiftly, adds water.  LADY TENNYSON dumps an armful of flowers at the GARDENER.

			LADY TENNYSON
		Quick!  (The GARDENER'S BOY fields a vase as she knocks it) - the diligence will be at the door any moment...ah!  (A screech as she reads the watch pinned to her bosom)  No, not like that, you toad, oh I'm sorry, Attrill, I didn't mean to call you a toad...please!  (As he turns to go, affronted)  If we could have just a few more of your lovely blooms, for the what-not?

			ATTRILL
		You can 'ave 'ollysocks, nastyursinums and montybritches, mum.

He goes, with fearsome dignity, clouting the GARDENER'S BOY, who is standing about with a delphinium, before him.  Meanwhile, despite LADY TENNYSON'S manic gyrations, AGNES fills vases and clears up behind her mistress as TENNYSON appears in a green velvet jacket, check trousers and brown wideawake hat.  He enters and crosses slowly from up right to up left, his languid, pensive movements in sharp contrast to those of the flower arrangers.  The moment that he disappears the door bell tolls with an elongated, melancholy sound.  The flower arrangers stop dead, rigid with alarm.  LADY TENNYSON gives a little screaming shriek, takes off her apron and swoops wildly towards the looking glass to tidy her hair.  TENNYSON reappears.

			TENNYSON
		Did someone toll?  (His WIFE nods, too nervous to speak)  Alas, it is the chiming of the bell, that from the spire doth lend its awful moan...
LADY TENNYSON looks out of the window, leaning out dangerously and trying to look round a corner.  She turns from the window, eyes wide.

			LADY TENNYSON
		It is he.

TENNYSON seems not to hear her.

			TENNYSON
		Too sullied now within the eroding heart...

			LADY TENNYSON
		Our Italian guest has arrived.  Alfred?

TENNYSON stands, remote.  And then slowly begins to cry.

			LADY TENNYSON
		(Briskly)  Not now, dearest,  Signor Garibaldi is here...cry later.

GARIBALDI erupts into the room.  At the same moment the GARDENER enters separately, bidden behind huge flowers.

			GARIBALDI
		Bravo - bravo!  (He grasps the flowers to his bosom, sniffs deeply)  Ah!  (Lifts flowers high)  Poems from the poet!

He embraces the GARDENER fervently.

			GARDENER
		Mind my foot!

			GARIBALDI
		Never shall it be said that the English have not the romantic heart!  We Latins understand poetry...I come in adoration - (he kneels at the GARDENER'S feet) -

The GARDENER, grumbling, picks up the blooms that have fallen on the floor and goes off with them, grumbling to himself.

			TENNYSON
		(Wistful)  I am Alfred Tennyson.

GARIBALDI embraces him, a long warm embrace.

			GARIBALDI
		Who was this man?

			TENNYSON
		The gardener.

			GARIBALDI
		Impostor!  Signora!  (He takes LADY TENNYSON'S hand, imprints it with a gentle kiss, smiling up at her tenderly)  I bathe in your eyes...the eyes of a wounded, thin sparrow... and this one (slapping AGNES on the behind)... the eyes of a big fat pigeon (offending both women) - to the kitchen, quick, quick we are very hungry...  (AGNES disappears.  To LADY TENNYSON, taking her arm)  And what surprise have you for a hungry hero, hah?  Something... unusual?  Some little...bird?  To be scrunched up between the teeth, ah?  (She begins to melt in his eyes)  So long as is not thee rozbif...all the time I am eating the rozbif - rozbif, rozbif, sitting here and pushing up the liver...like this - oump, oump!

LADY TENNYSON, aghast, rushes off.

			TENNYSON
		A glass of wine, Signor Garibaldi?

			GARIBALDI
		Ah!  (He joins TENNYSON at a small round table in the window.  TENNYSON pours from a decanter.)

			TENNYSON
		It's Italian.  (GARIBALDI takes a drink)  From the local grocer.  To your liking?

GARIBALDI makes a strangled sound.  TENNYSON takes a sip.  GARIBALDI watches his face.  TENNYSON looks over his glass.

			TENNYSON
		Adder's piss.

And the two men laugh, and are easy with each other.

			GARIBALDI
		My friend - to drink Italian wine you must come to Italy.

			TENNYSON
		I should like that very much.  (But he sighs, looks out of the window.)

			GARIBALDI
		Why not?  Safe passage assured in Italy now.  Thanks to me.

			TENNYSON
		(Smiles)  Yes.

			GARIBALDI
		You travel light...a notebook or two, eh?  Not like shifting an army...victuals...reserves...

			TENNYSON
		No.

			GARIBALDI
		I - Guiseppe Garibaldi - invite you, though I don't live in a palace such as this - (as TENNYSON demurs) - I am a simple man - (as TENNYSON shakes his head)  Why not?  Bring your woman - or not, as you please, all the same to me, plenty of girls there...boys...

			TENNYSON
		(Murmurs)  Signor Garibaldi...

			GARIBALDI
		Sorry, forgot you were English...what do you say?  Do you know Italy...The Po valley - Verona, Vicenza...Venezia?

			TENNYSON
		(Sighs)  I wish it were possible.

			GARIBALDI
		Your family?  Your health?

			TENNYSON
		Not as such.  (But he looks about to cry.)

			GARIBALDI
		(Assesses him keenly)  Ah.  I see.  (Bangs the table, making TENNYSON tremble)  Sunshine and Bacchus...sunshine and Bacchus will melt the melancholy from every orifice in your body - I guarantee, Signor Poet.

			TENNYSON
		Yes.  I daresay.  

He lifts the decanter tentatively in GARIBALDI'S direction.  GARIBALDI instinctively refuses, then shrugs... there is nothing else to drink so he accedes.  TENNYSON refills his glass.  They both drink.  TENNYSON cheers up a bit with the wine.

			TENNYSON
		Good of you to make the journey.

			GARIBALDI
		The least I could do!

			TENNYSON
		It's out of your way.  To be frank, I am surprised that a man of action...the man who has united Italy -

			GARIBALDI
		I have!

			TENNYSON
		- I am amazed and curious that you should want to journey to the Isle of Wight to meet a poet.

			GARIBALDI
		Then you are less of a poet than I took you for!

			TENNYSON
		And you are even more of a man.

They drink again, in unhurried amicability.  TENNYSON studies GARIBALDI, who, aware of it, presents his profile nobly.

			GARIBALDI
		Well?

			TENNYSON
		You're a handsome fellow.  And, I admit, something of a surprise.

			GARIBALDI
		Because I don't look like an organ grinder?  What did you expect - no, tell me, tell me!

			TENNYSON
		(Mournfully)  Military idiocy.

			GARIBALDI
		I've met plenty of that.  But I am a sailor, not a soldier.  And I did not, as you say, take the king's shilling.  Not a life I would choose, slaughtering the sons of mothers.  No, no, I fought by chance.  I am alive by chance, though, by God...(he bangs the table again, causing TENNYSON more grief)...I am the bravest man I know!   Fear is a stranger to me ...can you explain that?

			TENNYSON
		No.  I am frightened day and night - and have been for as long as I can remember.

			GARIBALDI
		Then you are the braver man.  (He grasps TENNYSON'S hand fervently, looks into his eyes across the table)  May I call you by your name - your given name?

			TENNYSON
		I should be honoured -

			GARIBALDI
		No, no, no - (he wrestles TENNYSON'S hand in a moment of irritability)  I am speaking seriously.

			TENNYSON
		(Looking into his eyes)  Then I am affected that you wish to do so.

			GARIBALDI
		Alfred - I love you.

			TENNYSON
		And I you, Giuseppe.  I shall worry for your safety.

			GARIBALDI
		No!  Think of me and laugh at this silly man... this foreigner!  Then I shall have brought you a fine gift!

He rises, refills their glasses.  TENNYSON rises and they drink to each other.

			TENNYSON
		(Toasting GARIBALDI)  To the poet.

			GARIBALDI
		(Toasting TENNYSON)  To the soldier!

GARIBALDI clasps an arm around TENNYSON'S shoulder.

			GARIBALDI
		Come, let us see what your beautiful wife has managed to find to replace the damned roast beef, heh?

He laughs.  And, amazingly, slowly, TENNYSON starts to laugh.  They exit, arms about each other.

SCENE 7.   CAPRERA.

CAMPION, stretched out in the sun, reading.  SIGNOR B approaches.  CAMPION drops his hat over his face, pretends to be asleep.

			SIGNOR B
		Ah, good morning, Signor, having a sleep?  A lovely morning for it - no rain at all since it stopped.

He toddles off.  GARIBALDI, offstage, singing.  He enters, finishes the song.  CAMPION applauds, helps him to sit.  GARIBALDI indicates for him to pick up his notebook.

			GARIBALDI
		Where were we?

			CAMPION
		Lord Tennyson.

			GARIBALDI
		Ah - Tennyson!  Great artist.  I suggested shorter poems.

			CAMPION
		Did he mind?

			GARIBALDI
		Not in the least!  Fine man - fine poet.

			CAMPION
		I agree.

Pause.
			GARIBALDI
		No good in a skirmish of course.

He goes silent.

			CAMPION
		(After a pause)  Do you mind?  That it is all over - that part of your life?

GARIBALDI takes his time to think.

			GARIBALDI
		Perhaps at night.

			CAMPION
		At night?

SCENE 8.  ON THE CAMPAIGN.  NIGHT.

TWO SOLDIERS.  The FIRST watches respectfully as the SECOND, head bent, writes.  The FIRST crosses to the cauldron, tastes from the ladle, looks doubtful, smells the ladle, returns.  The SECOND SOLDIER puts down his pencil.

			2ND SOLDIER
		How's this?  `Dear' - what's her name?

			1ST SOLDIER
		Amalia.

			2ND SOLDIER
		(Filling in her name)  `Dear - Amalia.  My love floats on the paper from me to you.  I wish I was in your arms and not here with stinking, cursing soldiers.  We are hungry.  We marched all night then fought the enemy.  Alessandro is no more - tell his mother.  I send you all the in my heart, Amalia, my only sweetheart, Paolo.'

			1ST SOLDIER
		Thanks.  Ah -

			2ND SOLDIER
		What?  You want me to say some more?

			1ST SOLDIER
		No - it's just - could you copy it out again for me?

			2ND SOLDIER
		Why?

			1ST SOLDIER
		For Letizia.

GARIBALDI enters, cigar in mouth, slaps at mosquitos.

			GARIBALDI
		Ah, cooking - (he tastes, puts down the ladle quickly.)

			1ST SOLDIER
		General - (points to his mate) -his wife's had a boy!

GARIBALDI clasps the SOLDIER'S hand, embraces him.

			2ND SOLDIER
		We've named him after you, General - Giuseppe Garibaldi Sicily, Palermo, Viarreggio.

			GARIBALDI
		Viarreggio?

			2ND SOLDIER
		He - we made him there.

			GARIBALDI
		Call him Mario.

			3RD SOLDIER
		(Rushes on)  General!  There's a lemon grove, a bush with flowers and an olive tree coming up the lane!

			GARIBALDI
		Snipers.

GARIBALDI grabs his sword laconically, the others do the same and dodge off.  Silence.  Then a horrible cry, followed by a moan.  GARIBALDI and the SOLDIERS return.

			GARIBALDI
		Nicely done.  Eat up, lads!

He goes, slapping at mosquitos.

			GARIBALDI
		Goddam it, I'm the General!

The SOLDIERS cross to the cauldron and the stew is ladled out.  They fall to ravenously.  And are promptly sick.

SCENE 9.  CAPRERA.

GARIBALDI and CAMPION.  FRANCESCA enters to take away their dirty plates.

			GARIBALDI
		(Handing her his plate)  Very tasty, beloved.

She glares at them suspiciously and goes.
GARIBALDI leans back, eyes closed.  He sighs.

			CAMPION
		A peaceful spot, General.

			GARIBALDI
		Aye.  Bare rock.  Wind.  Goats that eat every blade, yet I am content, Campion.

			CAMPION
		With so little?

			GARIBALDI
		On the contrary, I am a rich man.

He lifts his arms, embracing the scene.

			GARIBALDI
		Home, Campion...home.

			CAMPION
		A divine country.  And yet so many leave... emigrate.

			GARIBALDI
		And are cut off from themselves.  Home is where the heart is.  That's something I'm in a position to know more than most, my boy, and I wish it were not so.

The lights go down.  SOLDIERS lie across the front of the stage.  The smoke of battle.  Then the moans begin, at first softly.  Cries of pain from wounded men.

			1ST SOLDIER
		Mama - mama -

			2ND SOLDIER
		Take me home...

			3RD SOLDIER
		Mother - I want my mother -

			2ND SOLDIER
		Take me home -

			1ST SOLDIER
		Oh, please - mama, mama -
			2ND SOLDIER
		I want to go home.

			3RD SOLDIER
		Please God...oh please...

The scene is held - SOLDIERS crying, moaning, calling out.  Then lights down on the front of the stage.  Lights up on GARIBALDI and CAMPION.

			GARIBALDI
		Believe me, Campion, when we lose our bearing we lose the sextant of ourselves.

			CAMPION
		General - truly - you should be King of Italy!

			FRANCESCA
		(Arriving, arms full)  Huh!

She pushes them aside, dumps things and goes.  The SPY and SIGNOR B bring on a table, arrange seating and decoration.

			CAMPION
		Hullo!  Are we to have a celebration?

			GARIBALDI
		It's nothing.

			SIGNOR B
		A birthday!

			CAMPION
		Of course!  Yours!  Of course!

			GARIBALDI
		And you have a splendid gift for me, I hope!

They are hustled out of the way.  Decorative lights as the SOLDIERS rise and become GUESTS.  JESSIE and the MARQUESA arrive separately.  Music.  Cheers, off, and GARIBALDI enters, born aloft by BIXIO and a SOLDIER.

Applause.  The TWO LADIES sit each side of him, JESSIE glaring at her rival.  GARIBALDI slips away from between them as FRANCESCA, bedecked, appears.  He joins CAMPION.

			GARIBALDI
		Too many women.

			CAMPION
		You are well provided for, General.

			GARIBALDI
		Campion, I never ask twice!

The GUESTS raise their glasses.

			TUTTI
		To the General!  The General!

Calls for a speech.

GARIBALDI laughs, shakes his head.

			CRISPI
		(Rises)  Speeches, we all know, are not the General's style.  Nevertheless - (he turns to GARIBALDI) - I have something very important - a message to bring to you from the people of Italy.  In these troubled and uncertain times your country cries out for a steady hand.  For a wise father.  For a man of experience.  General, you are that man.  We know your heart - your modesty - your reluctance to be exposed to the dangers of pride and power.  But will you not reconsider?  For your fellow citizens.  For Italy - new fledged - unguided.  You are needed.  Urgently.  Desperately.  I speak as one serving man to another - who has been where you have been, seen what you have seen, knows what you know.  I speak to a man well-acquainted with

			CRISPI  (Cont'd)
		peril - and with the wisdom, imagination and experience to overcome it.  General, you are needed.  Urgently.  Desperately.  Can you refuse?

Silence.  GARIBALDI, stiff with rheumatism, rises with difficulty.

			GARIBALDI
		Crispi, you old hound - outflank me, would you?

		Your request is hard to answer.  Especially for an old sea-dog - (murmurs of protest) - now, we are what we are...well, I suppose what we choose to be if we've the luck for that.

		You all know how many times I've been asked to clap a crown on this (bangs his head) and call myself, Giuseppe, King of Italy.  (Gestures to FRANCESCA)  Her Majesty the Queen!  (FRANCESCA

			GARIBALDI
		I hear you, friend.

			CRISPI
		Have you ever known me give up?

			GARIBALDI
		Thank God, and for my life, no.  Never.

		Not until now.

Pause.

			GARIBALDI
		Francesco, the answer must be no.  For the sake of Italy, I will not lead Italy, as dictator, as minister or as King.

			CRISPI
		Even if the will of the people demands it -

			GARIBALDI
		Yes!  They love me.  I'm a popular man.  Foot outside the door the wine is free - every table my own.

		But for how long - once I made a mess of things.  Wellington was no good as Prime Minister and he was a strategy man, no mere tactician.

		You don't need me.  Not for politics.  You need a Cavour with the soul of Mazzini if that were possible, which I doubt.  Politics is for foxes.  I'm not your man.  They'd have the privy purse off me by Michaelmas.

			CRISPI
		What you're saying is that a good man, by virtue of virtue, cannot serve his country - except as a soldier!

			GARIBALDI
		(Thinks)  Damn difficult - forgive the oath, ladies.  No, not possible.  Too many temptations.

			MARQUESA
		But - without vice - how can there be virtue, beloved General?

			GARIBALDI
		Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now!  If you all start getting clever - and looking more desirable than Helen of Troy, you'll have me in over my ears before I can loose a halyard - you'll have me dead in six months struck down by a paid man, or banished to Baffin Island.  For God's sake!  Every man to his own kingdom, every woman to her own realm...isn't that enough for every sane soul on earth?  A life with time to look at the moon?

He looks up at the moon.  Everyone else does the same.  FRANCESCA whispers in his ear.  GARIBALDI takes his singing stance.  A song.  Applause.  The WOMEN kiss him, FRANCESCA pushes them away.  GARIBALDI kisses her hand.  She looks at his bent head, betraying her adoration.

Lights lower.  GUESTS drift away.  The MARQUESA turns her attention to BIXIO.  In the background JESSIE listens, spellbound to SIGNOR B.  The SPY sits, drunk and happy.  FRANCESCA lies asleep across GARIBALDI'S lap.  CAMPION reviews the scene, taking it all in to be remembered.  He crosses, looks out to sea.

			GARIBALDI
		(Calls to him)  Fine views!

			CAMPION
		Sublime.

			GARIBALDI
		What more should a man want?

			CAMPION
		What more indeed?  A home for a hero.

			GARIBALDI
		A home for a man.

CAMPION looks across at him fondly.

			CAMPION
		The bravest man I know.

			GARIBALDI
		That is true.  I never met a man braver than myself.

CAMPION smiles.

			CAMPION
		A fine night.

			GARIBALDI
		We get those in Italy.

Music.

THE END.