Mortadello

34 MORTADELLO I have woven myself a wreath, I have built myself a throne. All glories that God seeth, is there one to top my own ? Bow and adore, bow down, all nations that attend And tremble on my frown, all lords to whom I lend The lustre of my crown ; for I have grasped the end That I set up. Behold ! who is there to undo me ? The mutable manifold sirens of fortune woo me. The stars send showers of gold to do their homage to me. ALESSANDRO. Come, you are not a Doge yet ! And even when you are Who knows if you would be descryven from a star ? [Some applaud, others resent, the interruption. The dissension grows gradually to a brawl. A VOICE. Upstart ! 2ND VOICE. He’s right. 3RD VOICE. A quirk ! 4TH VOICE. These dandies are our shame ! 1ST VOICE. Down with proud lords that irk us. 3RD VOICE. What’s the fellow’s name ? 5TH VOICE. No brawling ! 6TH VOICE. Dare you push me ? 7TH VOICE. By our Lady ! 8TH VOICE. There ! There ! 9TH VOICE. Good wine needs no bush. 10TH VOICE. The boaster ! 7TH VOICE. Have a care ! 6TH VOICE. Take that ! MONICA enters, attended by two nuns. MONICA. Good gentlemen ! what means this stir and strife ?