OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 
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Dance, damn your souls, dance, damn your souls !  Dance to 
my star 
That gains to-night the glowing goals of lust and war ! 
[All dance, fearfully, while LUCREZIA plays wildly, 
and dances upon the dead body of ZELINA. 
 
 
SCENE IV.  Outside St. Mark’s.  Early morning. 
 
Enter MORTADELLO wildly with drawn sword, ALESSANDRO, 
LORENZO, and THE MASKS. 
 
MORTADELLO.  God !  God !  the foam of stars !  the towers of 
iron !  the stairs ! 
The crested comb of demon powers that flares and flares ! 
The devil take the toasured louse !  I’ll trim his tail ! 
For God’s sake get thee to thy house, unruly snail ! 
Why are those eyes so black and big ?  That mouth so 
sharp ? 
I see the skies :  they dance a jig to David’s harp. 
Boo !  Boo !  She’s fled, the poisonous bitch, livid and 
lean. 
And when I wed the crazy witch, God came between. 
Oh !  there are miles between her skin and my good sword ! 
Seal up her smiles, and thrust it in her bosom, Lord ! 
White cursed moons !  bewitch, betray you shall no more : 
My spirit swoons with lust to slay the spatulous whore. 
 
 
[THE LEGATE, attended, comes out of the church. 
Pss !  Pss !  here comes the snake, the black sly snake of 
Rome ! 
Once let my thumbs sink in his neck !  O damned dome