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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 65 with power and menace.] Bow down, blasphemer, to the cross of Christ ! GABRIELE. Once more ! Are you bewitched by sorcery, enticed By beauty ? I command you to arrest the woman. Your duty ! MONICA. [Towering over him.] Thing misshapen, blasted and inhuman, Bow down to the cross ! His love purge thee ! His Passion Save thee ! Christ crown the work ! Here is the blessing that he gave thee ! [She touches him with the cross. He staggers and reels. GABRIELE. I am slain. O torture her ; she hath poisoned me [He falls, and w…
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…, black fool ! But mine for the tortureDrink Black lees of hells own wine, thy poisoned soul to sink In mire and filth of agony, shameChrist, Ill drench Desire of hate in her own rotting bodys stench. But deathnot death ! Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! ORLANDO. I am a dead man. GABRIELE. He saith it ! Now to achieve the pinnacle of my plan ! Princess, I arrest you in the Doges name. MONICA. Arrest ! GABRIELE. No less ! MONICA. [Rising with arms outstretched.] Nay, look, my lord, behold my hands, my breast, My feet ! [It is seen that she bears the bleedi…
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…his heir. Ay, to this end, indeed, was marriage first ordained, And to this end to-day is by the Church sustained. Even as the Church to Christ (Beneath reflects Above !) You owe your lord respect, obedience, and love. [To MORTADELLO.] As Christ delights in Her for whom He gave His life, So cherish and defend and pleasure in your wife. Now, if in Heaven indeed be made and sealed a match MORTADELLO. Must this dull fool prate on till doomsday ? Come, dispatch ! THE BISHOP. Indeed, my lord, the day is passing hot. God sain And bless this union wi…
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…! Butdare I ask ?not yetI would earn martyrdom. O men, if I must speak to men who thought no more To speak except to God, by the Lord Christ who bore Our sins upon the cross, I pray you pardon me So weakling as I am, a thing of vanity. I am jealous of my crowns ; my virgin lilies mix With thorns of martyrdom upon my crucifix ! A CITIZEN. What can we answer ? ALESSANDRO. Naught. Be silent and adore ! [MONICA steps back from the window, her lips still moving as in prayer. THE GOVERNOR comes forward to the window. GOVERNOR. Well, shes not dead…
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66 MORTADELLO Is set on Christ. I pray His kingdom quickly come. But, for myself, to-daylead me to martyrdom. Come hither, bind these bleeding hands together fast ! [She holds out her hands toward the soldiers, wrist to wrist. SOLDIERS. O we dare not ! MONICA. Your queen commands ; these are the last Of all the words that I shall say till Heaven opes. This is the golden gate and way of all my hopes. THE LIEUTENANT. High saint and virgin, we obey. MONICA. Make fast the ropes ! [They bind MONICA in silence, weeping, and lead her away.
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…E. Fool ! we shall all die. Hark ! hark ! [The great bell of St. Marks begins to toll. That cursed witch is raising Venice on us, Jesus Christ ! Im the first fool in Europe. Stragglers must be sacrificed. Out swords ! Compact, friends, make a phalanx, and reform In the great square ! [All rush out but THE DOGE, who follows tottering, and MORTADELLO, who is bending over the corpse of MAGDALENA. THE DOGE. The square is swallowed up in storm. Give me my sword !
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…hite-livered, yellow-bellied wittol ! MORTADELLO. Ha ! [He wounds ORLANDO. ORLANDO. A scratch. Theres for your heart, if you have one ! Christ but you were near Hell then ! MORTADELLO. Help ! Help ! Im mastered ! ORLANDO. Youre Damnations peer
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…of gold were at a loss to tell its tune. 6. After the first foot : Bow down to the cross ! His love purge thee : His Passion save thee ! Christ crown the work ! Here is the blessing that he gave thee ! 7. After the first and fifth feet : No news ! No word of Mortadellos fate ! No hope. To bruise the head of the old snake, the State. No scope 8. After the first half foot and the second foot : Come, save me, save thy maiden ! Strike each barbèd dart Home to the grave convent and cloister of my heart, 9. After the fifth foot : Last, to the lords …
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…t hand ! Strike one last blow ! SOLDIER. I am your servant to command. ORLANDO. [To MONICA.] Now pray ! MONICA. O no ! I will compel the Christ to hear ! My fierce demands Shall strike again the Romans spear in those pale hands ! Go, and God guard you ! ORLANDO. Never fear ! our storm-star stands. [ORLANDO, with drawn sword, and the soldier rush out. MONICA kneels again at the prie-Dieu, with outstretched hands, the nails clenched tightly into
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…me to give poison, choke the assassin breath ! LUCREZIA. I ask revengenay, justicewhen you come to power. MONICA. So be it, I swear by Christ, Amen ! Await the hour. LUCREZIA. Can you do nothing now ? I ache with impotence. MONICA. Where is she ? LUCREZIA. Know you not ? MONICA. For the sake of God ! LUCREZIA. Offence Alike to Heaven and Earth, she is now the universe To Mortadello ! MONICA. Ha ! LUCREZIA. Vow changed for vow ! MONICA. My curse. Changed for your curse ! Disdain swells every nerve and vein. Oh ! we shall laugh again when she l…
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…nt conceive Why, in this weather, too, folks arent content to leave Things quiet. GOVERNOR. Well, they wont. Look, heres a lunatic ! Christ ! with a lamb smeared red to wave on a long stick ! Enter on canal a gondola, with a man on its bow waving a flag. THE GONDOLIER. The martyred maiden ! Men of Venice, mark me well ! The Angel of the Citys murdered in her cell ! [The gondola hastens onward. GOVERNOR. What next ? The fools ! I wish I knew why its allowed. Id string the devils up in a row ! ALESSANDRO. Here comes the crowd ! GOVERNOR. S…
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…ows or cares ? I only ask an hour to livein these blue airs ! ORLANDO. Ah, give me all ! MONICA. I am your slave. Take all. ORLANDO. Ah Christ ! There is no man can content the grave.
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…onica. Depart ! [The nuns rise and go, weeping. MONICA advances ; an ecstatic smile steals over her face, lit by the moonrise. Mother of Christ ! I fare too well. By God, I feared To have enticed his soul to hellwhat devil sneered ? It was too much. I am bewitched. I loved him so. Ah God ! I touched. How my soul itched let God not know ! That strong black breast ! Those cruel lips ! Those eyes of fire ! O bitter best, to whirl the whips of black desire ! Bruise me with lust, and tear my flesh, and drink my blood, One poniard thrust, one flail…
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…im first, although I am his wife. [She snatches a sword from a bystander and interposes. I am the Popes ! I am the Popes ! For God and Christ ! Now, Mortadello, we cross swords ! . . . One stroke sufficed. [Putting her foot on the neck of MORTADELLO, and both hands to the hilt of the sword, she draws it from his throat. All stand aghast. Gentlemen, to your palaces ! This carrion Be guarded and displayed. At noon the bell toll on, And bring the worthiest citizens and noblemen Into the throne-room. I will speak my purpose then. Father, I pray y…
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…lood. Come splash me head to feet with scarlet sin ! [She kneels and clasps her hands, raising her voice as the gondola approaches. Dear Christ, preserve me from the lusts of evil men, Or let my martyrdom avail to save them then ! Be pleased to pardon her whose doom unfolds, a scroll All scribbled sinister, do thou receive her soul Whose body must endure what for myself she craved. A dark deed and impurebut Venice must be saved ! [ORLANDO lands from the gondola. Oh ! is it you so soon ? ORLANDO. I thought I had been slow. MONICA. Cannot we wai…
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…I faint. She-wolf ! O putrid period ! [He falls again. They support him and carry him in the chair of MAGDALENA. Wast thou the Saint of Christ, the virgin vowed to God ? Tigress and snake ! Black-hearted whore ! God, let me strip Skin from flesh, alike my drouth in gore, those bowels rip From that false belly. God ! I gasp ! Loosen my throat ! Some one calls. Hell ! Death ! O sharp asp !
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…glee, a bout Of death, her crimson tongue that drips, that drips with blood, The breath of her dead lovers on her lips. Dear God ! Sweet Christ ! My Virgin, sweeter than the joy thou hadst of love Unpriced, when to thy soft blonde nest thou hadst the Dove, And crushed the Godhead to thy maiden breast, and craved Outgushed the Unction by whose grace the blest are saved Sweet, sweet, oh sweeter when I twine the bond of hate Complete about him, with one kiss to fond to mate His soul with death, cold slime of lust, my heart. O Lord. Control my pa…
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…es ! LEGATE. Let us go forth, my friends : a higher power than ours On her affect attends, her dominance endowers. See, in her face tis Christ himself that weeps and smiles !
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…NICA to him, kisses her upturned face. The people hesitate in astonishment ; some rise ; they murmur confusedly. Friends, I was vowed to Christ. You know, His faithful, know All that He sacrificed to save the world from woe : Thus this last burden He hath laid on me to bear To bring you libertythe answer to my prayer. In ignorance I asked the crown of martyrdom ; My soul serenely basked in that suns holy home. How finer far the work now given me to do, My service not to shirk, a service all for you ! It were an easy ascent to heaven, to have …
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…h fails me, dark as hell mine eyes foresee my doom, Death, stern and stark, the glutton shark the tomb, my bloom Blasted. Thy maid, Lord Christ, kept vigil before Thee, Fasted and prayed, endured a lifes Gethsemane ; Now, scourged and spat upon, mocked before priest and king Thou, gaze on thought, come crowned, come armed, come conquering, Come, save me, save thy maiden ! Strike each barbèd dart Home to the grave convent and cloister of my heart, Where all thine anguish in mine own repeats each phrase. There all loves languish, there all soun…