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Mortadello

Mortadello (1912), PDF p. 62

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44 MORTADELLO A NOBLE. How is’t ? MORTADELLO. [Waving his arms wildly.] I float On a tide of bloody foam through innavigable seas Where suns blaze on the masts of myriad argosies. I dazzle. I burst. I choke. A NOBLE. Give him air ! MORTADELLO. Where’s my sword ? O dreams accurst that blot my brain ! There’s fiends abroad ! Blast all this space of stars with thunder ! A NOBLE. ’Tis his wound. He raves. MORTADELLO. I’ll drink—— A NOBLE. Water, ho ! MORTADELLO. Her blood, and I’ll sleep sound ! THE CURTAIN FALLS.
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