Mortadello

OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 37 “ The Angel of Venice has laid down at the summons of the Lord The wreath and harp and crown, takes up the shield and sword.” Or—as you will. Enough—whether one groans or smiles— To call me still the Angel of the City of the Isles. [They go into the church. SCENE IV. The Church of St. Mark. THE DOGE, enthroned, surrounded by ecclesiastical dignitaries as for a marriage. COUNT MORTADELLO standing on the R. of THE DOGE. Many nobles gathered. THE DOGE. The bride is late. You’re sure all’s well ? GABRIELE. I stake my head. THE DOGE. I like not the allure of the aspects. Dark and red Broke forth the sun this morning. The sultry storm-cloud hangs. Heavy on Venice, scorning to flesh its lightning fangs. She dare not practise malice ? GABRIELE. Be reassured ! I have barred All danger. I’ve her palace surrounded with the guard. If she delay, or fail, there’s order to arrest. You catch the nightingale if you can find her nest. MORTADELLO. This was your plan, sir, path too darkling for my ken. Fail ? God avert the wrath of Mortadello then. I will have you inch by inch pushed screaming into hell— The rack, the boot, the winch, the thumbscrews . . . GABRIELE. [Laughing.] Very well !