Francesca is the daughter of Sebastian, at one time Duke of Bologna, but deposed and driven from his palace by the intrigues of his younger brother Charles.  At the time when the action begins, Sebastian is chief of a band of brigands, the remains of his faithful adherents, whom he has taken with him to the fastnesses of the Apennines.  Charles, who has already usurped the duchy for some sixteen years, is travelling with his son Valentine, a youth of twenty, near the haunt of his injured brother.  Separated from their escort, they are wandering up a pass, when Valentine stops to admire the view, promising his father to join him at the summit.  While thus occupied, he is startled by the entrance of Francesca, and, struck with her beauty, accosts her.  She, sympathising for so noble a youth, warns him of the banditti, and he hastens on only to find his father lying at the foot of a precipitous rock, dead.  He supposes him to have fallen, has the body conveyed back to Bologna, and having by this time fallen deeply in love with Francesca, prevails on her to leave her father and come with him.  She consents, and flies with him, but after some time finds that he is deserting her for Julia, daughter of the Duke of Ferrara.  Slighted and driven to desperation, she makes her way back to her father, is forgiven, and learns that Charles’ death was due to no accident, but to her father’s hand.  No sooner is this discovery made than Valentine and Julia are brought in by the banditti, who have surprised and captured them, but do not know their rank.  The deposed duke, Sebastian, does not recognise Valentine, and consigns him, with his wife, to a cave, under guard of the brigands.  It is settled by Sebastian that on the morrow Valentine is to go and fetch a ransom, leaving his wife behind.  Francesca, having plied the guards with drink, enters by night into the cave where they lie captive, is recognised by them, and offers to change dresses with Julia in order that husband and wife may escape.  A fine scene follows of insistence and self-reproach, but ultimately Francesca prevails.  Valentine and Julia pass out in the grey dawn, and Francesca, left alone, stabs herself.  The play concludes as her father enters the cave and discovers his daughter’s corpse.

The first scene (which is placed at the court of Bologna) passed without disaster, and the curtain fell for a moment before it rose upon the mountain pass.  Hitherto the audience had been chilly.  They did not hiss, but neither did they applaud; and I could feel, without being able to give any definite reason for the impression, that so far the play had failed.  Tom saw it too.  I did not dare to look in his face, but could tell his agony by his short and laboured breathing.  Luckily his torture did not last long, for the curtain quickly rose for Scene 2.

The scene was beautifully painted and awakened a momentary enthusiasm in the audience.  It died away, however, as Sebastian and Valentine entered.  The dialogue between them was short, and Valentine was very soon left alone to a rather dull soliloquy (since shortened) which began to weary the audience most unmistakably.  I caught the sound of a faint hiss, saw one or two people yawning; and then—­