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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 71 ALESSANDRO. Well, my friend, youve got it in you To the hilt this time ! [The crowd surges on the bridge. ALESSANDRO. Why, whatevers wrong ? 1ST VOICE. My lord, The Princess murdered ! ALESSANDRO. Stuff ! 2ND VOICE. Its true ; its cried abroad. ALESSANDRO. So for a pedlars wares ! Do you believe him ? Ass ! 1ST VOICE. No, on my soul its true ! I swear it by the Mass. ALESSANDRO. How do you know for sure ? Im Thomas, want to see The prints o the nails, the wound i the side ! 2ND VOICE. Its true, trust me ! 3R…
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4 MORTADELLO ALESSANDRO. A womans whim ? For doubtless every one says his wife poisoned him. LUCREZIA. And Mortadello rules in everything but name. ALESSANDRO. This comedy of fools ! He weds the widowed dame ? LUCREZIA. Why, yes ! Youre shrewd as shrewd ! Lorenzo you are dumb ! ALESSANDRO. Yes, but hes lewd as lewd ! Its all you need, in sum ! LUCREZIA. And youre as rude as rude ! ALESSANDRO. Im sorry ; those things come Like lightning. Is there none makes head against him still ? LUCREZIA. Of course, there is the one. ALESSANDRO. That gi…
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…k him, and clean his heart. MARGARTIA. Yes, duck him, the low brute. MATTEO. No ! Ive got a knife. Lets mend the matter at the root ! [ALESSANDRO interposes, and beats off the crowd with scabbarded sword. ALESSANDRO. Here now ! Whats this ? Whats this ? MARCO. My lord, theyll murder me. ALESSANDRO. Why, Marco ! GIUSEPPE. My good lord, hes earning slanders fee ! ALESSANDRO. But if it should be true ? FILIPPO. It cant be true. As well You ask me to believe a Moslem miracle ! ALESSANDRO. Thanks, my good friends. You have done exactly as I …
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 7 THE GONDOLIER. Ay ! Ay ! my lord. ALESSANDRO. Outrun the dolphin and the deer ! Murano ! LUCREZIA. [To ALESSANDRO.] Take my waist. ZELINA. [To ALESSANDRO.] And mine. ALESSANDRO. Oh ! not so fervent. Im anxious to be chaste ; Lorenzo is your servant. LORENZO. I love them ; they despise so poor a thing as I. ALESSANDRO. I laugh at them ; they rise to the occasion. LORENZO. Why ? ALESSANDRO. This was the primal curse, the climax of the rancorous. That girls should be perverse, and cavaliers cantankerous. [The gondola mov…
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96 MORTADELLO ALESSANDRO. An idle page in Venice chronicle ! 2ND MASK. See to it, sir, that you with us, in changing barque, Accomplish and renew the glories of St. Mark ! ALESSANDRO. Ay ! tis the period when final fortune smiles. By the great grace of God the City of the Isles Under her angels wings shall dare a thousand things A grace as great as Gods, a face as fair as Springs ! [The curtain falls. SCENE III. The palace of COUNT ALESSANDRO. A chamber arrayed for dining, the table being curved like a horse-shoe. MORTADELLO on the right o…
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… put some grist in, I ask you what her power and eminence consist in. LUCREZIA. Oh ! she has all the love that common folk can give her. ALESSANDRO. Its rain from heaven above that goes to make a river. LUCREZIA. Springs swell it. ALESSANDRO. True. LUCREZIA. Beside she has wealth and rank. ALESSANDRO. Mere foam. LUCREZIA. But foam upon the tide of her prestige at Rome. Niece of a pope, adored already as a saint. ALESSANDRO. Thats something like a sword ! LORENZO. And yet her followers faint. LUCREZIA. Ah ! theres a fear abroad, a bilboes of …
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90 MORTADELLO MONICA. While Mortadello lives I shall be faithful to him. ALESSANDRO. What confidence that gives ! MONICA. Ill teach you how to woo him. ALESSANDRO. Ah ! must it then be thus ? The cup, and not the knife ? MONICA. Ay ! have a thought for us ! Remember Im his wife, And if I would be yours ALESSANDRO. The scandal must be hid Sepulture that secures. MONICA. A leaden coffin-lid Scrawled with so fierce a face that none may ever dare Uplift the carapace for fearwhat may be there. ALESSANDRO. It is no easy road to mineourhearts…
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88 MORTADELLO ALESSANDRO. I sometimes think we are dead, not knowing it at all ; This solid earth we tread hells hated littoral ! Damned beyond hope long since ! MORTADELLO. And how does love support your Fine theory ? ALESSANDRO. Why, prince, the girls inflict the torture. MORTADELLO. Prince ! Then your jest is sharp. You make me out the devil ! ALESSANDRO. No ! Orpheus with his harp to lure us to the level ! Enter LUCREZIA and MONICA. MORTADELLO. Thus far I am with you, the summer rivals Hades. ALESSANDRO. The Church is wiser, too, to leave …
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94 MORTADELLO ALESSANDRO. So I half guessed, but then, with all respect to you, I counted, gentlemen, and always stopped at two. 1ST MASK. Since Gabriele died the two have lacked a third. ALESSANDRO. Well, I am satisfied : I wait the fatal word. 1ST MASK. What do you mean ? ALESSANDRO. I find your words are coffin-nails. You always bear in mind that dead men tell no tales. So when you tell me tales, and fear no murmur lives, You need not lift your veils. 2ND MASK. [In the central throne.] There are alternatives. Young man, well parley first. Y…
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…MONICA. Be merciful to it ! LUCREZIA. O trust my indolence ! MORTADELLO. She scorns to measure swords. LUCREZIA. Indeed, it is the heat. ALESSANDRO. Your ladys laugh accords. MORTADELLO. The masculines effete. [He goes off flirting with LUCREZIA. MONICA. See Mortadello bloom, a poppy ! ALESSANDRO. Which you nip. Its colour and perfume were stolen from your lip. MONICA. I dare not take my own. ALESSANDRO. Not I the flower I need. MONICA. My hope is overblown, yet will not scatter seed. ALESSANDRO. A prudent gardener prunes ; but shall I fix th…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 33 ALESSANDRO enters from R. ALESSANDRO. Your pleasure, say ? [He draws his sword. MORTADELLO. Put up your sword. I have your measure. What ? you will force me to arrest you ? [MORTADELLOS attendants come forward. LUCREZIA staggers, and falls into ALESSANDROS arms. LUCREZIA. [Aside] Sandro, stay ! Follow the course agreed. ALESSANDRO. The dog must have his day. Oh ! but youre hurt ! MORTADELLO. Young man ! she shall be tended. ALESSANDRO. Well. No ! take my shirt. Staunch the dear breast ! MORTADELLO. A miracle It mis…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 3 ZELINA. Well, what a lucky chance ! ALESSANDRO. I thought you knew my friend. LUCREZIA. Of course. LORENZO. Too cruel twere To forget me ! ZELINA. God send a breath of ocean air ! Lorenzo, how are you ? LORENZO. O sweetest of the sweet ! What raptures I renew ! I kiss your hands and feet ! And you, Lucrezia, deign to throw one scornful glance ALESSANDRO. Remember your poor swain has been three years in France ! LUCREZIA. [To ALESSANDRO.] Who could be happier than I to put in those These hands ? ZELINA. [To ALESSANDRO…
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92 MORTADELLO With triple plates and rows of iron and brass. [MONICA and LUCREZIA go off. ALESSANDRO. You must forgive, my lord, the weary after- noon. I see that you are bored. MORTADELLO. No fault of yours ; the boon I lack is just the laugh of subtle, swarthy-skinned, Coarse-haired, black-eyed, thin, half a gypsy, half a wind Of the stubborn Southyou know. ALESSANDRO. You mean Zelina ? MORTADELLO. Yes. You knew her long ago. Nay, man, no shame. Confess. ALESSANDRO. Ill do the penance first. Will you and she come dine With music unrehearsed…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 69 ALESSANDRO. Ill hold speech with my good friend within. Hollo there, Governor ! Come out and wag a chin ! [THE GOVERNOR appears at the window. GOVERNOR. My witty Sandro ! Whats the time o day with you ? ALESSANDRO. Past prick o noon, I fear. And you ? GOVERNOR. The hour of dew. I never felt such heat. ALESSANDRO. A devilish hot day. Well, thank the Lord, the beach is not so far away. Come off with me and bathe. GOVERNOR. My God, you must be mad. I cant leave. If you knew the trouble I have had ! ALESSANDRO. What …
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… end ! fate sets us all to right. Deserve as youve deserved till now, and you may be The greatest man thats served in Venice after me. ALESSANDRO. My lord, you are too good. At first I did not know you. But now Ive understood the service we all owe you. MORTADELLO. Well, shall we go to the boat ? ALESSANDRO. At my lords service, I. MORTADELLO. We shall be fanned afloat. ALESSANDRO. The gondola shall fly. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A small room in the Palace. The furniture, prin- cipally three thrones, is all of ebony ; the hangings and curtains are…
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87 ACT V SCENE I. The Garden of the Palace of COUNT ALESSANDRO. Parties of nobles and their ladies are strolling up and down. THE DOGE and his bride are present. L. is a pavilion of stone pillars with a canopy ; on the ledges are boxes with poppies and other flowers. MORTADELLO. TILL heavy hangs the heat ; the sleepy waters swoon. October may repeat the menaces of June. ALESSANDRO. Death has a drum to beat to his eternal tune. MORTADELLO. Why, man, youre gloomy still ; the weathers cause enough. ALESSANDRO. No, highness, I am ill ; I have bee…
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…babes brain. LORENZO. Obeyed it His law when you discourse so airily thereon ? I think you make the source of all thingsthe Sorbonne ! ALESSANDRO. Well, the three years we spent were worth a score at home. LORENZO. I am glad enough we went ; but all roads lead to Rome. ALESSANDRO. All yours to sentiment ! Well, here we are at home. And nobody has blabbed the news your fervour feared. Which of our friends are stabbed, how long the Doges beard Has grown in these three years, the jovial old rogue ! What course his galley steers, what girls are …
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 105 SCENE V. The Palace of the Doge. The Throne-room. MONICAALESSANDROLUCREZIA. A distant bell, the Great Bell of St. Marks, still tolls. MONICA. Embrace me ! Here we stand at the cross-roads of Fate. Enlace me ! hand in, hand what ardours we await ! The merry play is played, the comedy that Pan On very Ida made, the comedy of man ! LUCREZIA. I gave her steel to twist and writhe herself upon. MONICA. One flicker of my wrist, and his black soul was gone. ALESSANDRO. I have done nothing yet. MONICA. Oh, you have laughed…
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…R appears at the window. GOVERNOR. Ah, Sandro ! what is this ? I did not hear you call. I was with the Princess, conversing in the hall. ALESSANDRO. There ! you hear that ? GOVERNOR. Whats wrong ? ALESSANDRO. These people think shes dead. GOVERNOR. Shes just as well as you or I ! 2ND VOICE. Whys he so red ? 4TH VOICE. Is it a man or a lobster ? ALESSANDRO. Hold your tongue, you ass ! 2ND VOICE. Hes lying. 1ST VOICE. Yes, he talks too bold. 3RD VOICE. And false as brass ! ALESSANDRO. Theyre just a pack of mules. 1ST VOICE. Well have the t…
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…nt to doff my flesh and skin, And soak my sultry bones in water to the chin. And here Im tied by the leg ! Where have you been to-day ? ALESSANDRO. I wasted half an hour, I am ashamed to say, With an astrologerwho by his art infers A most unlucky day for the prison governors ! GOVERNOR. Oh God, yes ! Hear that noise ? ALESSANDRO. No. What ? that murmuring ? GOVERNOR. Thats a crowd somewhere. ALESSANDRO. Yes ? GOVERNOR. Therell be more rioting. I wonder what about. ALESSANDRO. I really cant conceive Why, in this weather, too, folks arent c…