Mortadello

42 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. [Looking out.] Thank God ! the guards are firm. We’ll drive These angry-buzzing bees of Venice to the hive. THE DOGE. I am surrounded by a gang of sots. MORTADELLO. The knave ! THE DOGE. Oh, Magdalena ! oh my daughter ! Did the grave That yawned for my old bones catch thy young antelope spring ? MORTADELLO. Mother of God ! to find the slave that did this thing. I’ll torture first the torturers to stimulate Device and practice. ORLANDO. [Rushing from behind the altar.] Now look up and face thy fate ! It is Orlando ! Did you think to steal my swan, Defile the blue-veined breasts this head has slept upon ? MORTADELLO. Detested dog of Hell ! Black spawn o’ the pit ! Have at thee ! [They cross swords. ORLANDO. I tupped her ! MORTADELLO. By the unknown black bastard that begat thee, You shall do the like no more. ORLANDO. Thou puny puking patch, White-livered, yellow-bellied wittol ! MORTADELLO. Ha ! [He wounds ORLANDO. ORLANDO. A scratch. There’s for your heart, if you have one ! Christ but you were near Hell then ! MORTADELLO. Help ! Help ! I’m mastered ! ORLANDO. You’re Damnation’s peer