Mortadello

46 MORTADELLO ALONZO. Oh, well, the Doge is dead. To-morrow they proclaim. Succeeding in his stead Count Mortadello’s name. SHACKABACK. And where’s the good Princess ? ALONZO. With murder on her head And riot and revolt—it’s natural she fled ! SHACKABACK. They’ve put her at a pre ? ALONZO. Why, no ! and that’s amazing. ISSACHAR. Here comes the crowd ; my God, is everybody crazing ? A VOICE. [Without.] There goes a noble, there. Catch him and question him ! SHACKABACK. That’s you they mean. ALONZO. They dare ? SHACKABACK. They’ll tear you limb from limb. Go quickly. ALONZO. No. You dogs, what do you want with me ? The crowd enter. A RUFFIAN. Where is the murdered Monica ? ALONZO. And what has she To do with such a rabble ? Clear the bridge. Begone ! 2ND RUFFIAN. Where is the Angel of Venice ? ALONZO. Flown, good gadgeon, flown ! 3RD RUFFIAN. ’Twas you that murdered her. ALONZO. My clever fool, I swear I don’t know where she is, and by the Mass, don’t care. 1ST RUFFIAN. She is the saint of God, the guardian of the city. ALONZO. You should have kept her safe—you didn’t. More’s the pity.