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1912 · PDF PAGE 56

Mortadello

…HERS. A road ! A road ! Way for the high Princess, the bride who brings ! Make way ! MONICA. All health and happiness to all men here to-day ! With homage to the Doge my word is well begun. Next to the most high prince invulnerable, his son. Last, to the lords who by their attitude applaud This day of burial to faction, feud, and fraud. God and his blessed Son and Holy Ghost attest Their sanction and their seal on whom we boast our best, When in the sacred bonds of Hymen he is wed To her we boast our fairest. Tyranny is dead In this great hour.…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 86

Mortadello

…e—I want to doff my flesh and skin, And soak my sultry bones in water to the chin. And here I’m tied by the leg ! Where have you been to-day ? ALESSANDRO. I wasted half an hour, I am ashamed to say, With an astrologer—who 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. That’s a crowd somewhere. ALESSANDRO. Yes ? GOVERNOR. There’ll be more rioting. I wonder what about. ALESSANDRO. I really can’t conceive Why, in this weather, too, folks ar…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 58

Mortadello

… to bear. The state that loves its lord is hungry for 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, th…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 85

Mortadello

…n. Hollo there, Governor ! Come out and wag a chin ! [THE GOVERNOR appears at the window. GOVERNOR. My witty Sandro ! What’s 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 can’t leave. If you knew the trouble I have had ! ALESSANDRO. What ! the Princess has tantrums ? GOVERNOR. No ; beyond belief Far worse. The trouble…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 82

Mortadello

66 MORTADELLO Is set on Christ. I pray His kingdom quickly come. But, for myself, to-day—lead 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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1912 · PDF PAGE 63

Mortadello

…. Look, here’s the nice young Count Alonzo. SHACKABACK. Good, my sons. I will ask him myself : I lent him money once. Enter ALONZO. Good-day, my dear good lord. I pray you, what’s the news ? ALONZO. Why, nothing that can touch the pockets of the Jews. SHACKABACK. Oh dear, oh dear, you do not understand our ways. ALONZO. No, that I don’t. SHACKABACK. Why, see, whatever happens lays A train of powder—puff it goes—and someone pays ! N

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1912 · PDF PAGE 125

Mortadello

…music could enter into aught but short lyrics. 1. The Classical: Ay, to this end, indeed was marriage first ordained, And to this end to-day is by the Church sustained. 2. Idem, marked by a rime : Listen ; in all good faith, I gladly grant you much, Not prone to scoff, and scathe the scutcheon with a smutch. D

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1912 · PDF PAGE 51

Mortadello

…staggers, and falls into ALESSANDRO’S arms. LUCREZIA. [Aside] Sandro, stay ! Follow the course agreed. ALESSANDRO. The dog must have his day. Oh ! but you’re hurt ! MORTADELLO. Young man ! she shall be tended. ALESSANDRO. Well. No ! take my shirt. Staunch the dear breast ! MORTADELLO. A miracle It missed her heart. Give thanks to God, young sir. A PHYSICIAN, entering hastily, L PHYSICIAN. Make way ! All’s well. My art can save her. ALESSANDRO. Sure ? PHYSICIAN. If skill can say ! See ! there’s no dirt or venom on the dagger-blade ; A simple hur…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 28

Mortadello

…! [The window opens, and MAGDALENA appears. The heavens open ! MAGDALENA. Thou ! Orlando, thou at last ! The skies are stainless now—all day were overcast. ORLANDO. Fair Magdalena ! Twinned the moons are ? MAGDALENA. And my face ? ORLANDO. How should a soul that sinned behold the utmost grace ? MAGDALENA. Fierce as this windless night my daylong hunger burns.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 104

Mortadello

…d already. ALESSANDRO. Late in June It went to seek my heart that I had lost in May. LUCREZIA. I wish I had the art to find them both to-day. ALESSANDRO. What would you do with them ? LUCREZIA. Why, throw them to the fish. MONICA, And I’ve got a stratagem to win the wench her wish. ALESSANDRO. You jest ? MONICA. Not I ! MORTADELLO. Indeed, the Princess never smiles. MONICA. You wrong yourself. I need the City of the Isles.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 83

Mortadello

…ts hammer on the hours. The heavens have let loose Hell’s harsh and horrible powers. All earth’s a smouldering fuse Trained to the final day that fronts the Judgement seat : The elements pass away molten with fervid heat— I have lain prostrate, stunned, not moving hand or foot, Morose and moribund, malevolent and mute, Red nightmare hunting down black nightmare in my brain, My consciousness a crown of unimagined pain, All being dulled and dense, this one chord twanged, the lust That stirs its somnolence, a serpent in the dust ; The lust at last…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 49

Mortadello

…A. You wear badly. Paint conceals the sallow skin. What hides how sadly falls the flesh was fair within ? ZELINA. So you’re the vogue to-day ? Oh, we have heard of that, But that same rogue will turn your plumpness into fat. LUCREZIA. You scurril thing ! ZELINA. Cat’s eyes, cow’s belly, and bear’s feet ! If these can bring success—— LUCREZIA. Be off, and walk the street !

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1912 · PDF PAGE 126

Mortadello

…dart Home to the grave convent and cloister of my heart, 9. After the fifth foot : Last, to the lords who by their attitude applaud This day of burial to faction, feud, and fraud.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 122

Mortadello

…et fall. It was enough to allot your portions to you all. One I found faithful, one ; your devilish Doge’s wife, The saint and Amazon to-day that saved my life. The wind to stir your leaves, the star to crown your foam : Saint Monica receives the full support of Rome ! 2ND MASK. [Showing a parchment.] Most secret in the State, the Three have stood apart, Ruling the pulse and rate of all the civic heart. For them I speak : they vow to place the Ducal Cap On the Princess’s brow, the sceptre in her lap.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 97

Mortadello

…ies many a lure of perfume in my breast. MORTADELLO. Ha ! did Orlando sin with you ? I guessed aright. MONICA. Have you no wage to win ? Day’s wont to follow night. MORTADELLO. Cynic as wanton. MONICA. Well ? Come, you are cold, you are cold ! MORTADELLO. She-devil sprung from hell ! Where is that bosom’s gold Of Magdalene ? —cold too ! MONICA. I envied her the bliss. Of her black love—and you ! Now, am I worth a kiss ? MORTADELLO. I have it in my mind to end with you outright. MONICA. And you yourself might find an end before to- night. MORTAD…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 87

Mortadello

…he truth you need. 1ST VOICE. Yes, hear him, he’s her friend too ! 3RD VOICE. That’s true ! ALESSANDRO. Yes, indeed, I’d give my life to-day to succour the Princess ! 2ND VOICE. Ah, that’s a man ! VOICES. Hurrah ! ALESSANDRO. However did you guess ? Peace now ! [Calls.] Hollo ! Hollo ! is that the Governor ?

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1912 · PDF PAGE 42

Mortadello

…e the nerve ? Then try these folk, and see. MARCO. My lord, I will deserve the purse you promised me. [MARCO advances to the crowd. Good-day, good friends ! God bless all here ! Have heard the news ? ’Twill set the city by the ears. You can’t refuse Assent : I saw myself the Doge’s doctor’s barge Outside the gates. GIUSEPPE. Whose gates ? MARCO. [Pointing off R., to canal.] Why there she goes, as large As life, and twice as natural !

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1912 · PDF PAGE 107

Mortadello

…e Path is straight and rough. MORTADELLO. If only it end well. For me the easy way has always proved the best. MONICA. So it may seem to-day, but death’s a surer test. ALESSANDRO. O ! we are all oppressed by this dull haze that hangs. I laugh at gibe or jest—and only show my fangs. If God would send an air to stir the slack lagoon, We should be flinging care, a bubble, to the moon. MORTADELLO. Maybe ; for still the scroll of heaven’s anger lowers. MONICA. [To LUCREZIA.] Come, sweetheart, shall we stroll awhile among the flowers ? We’ll leave th…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 96

Mortadello

80 MORTADELLO The devil’s die to cast—and mine the game to-day. Here he comes ! I should like to hide behind the door, Leap out on him and strike, one flounder to the floor, Bury my teeth in that bull-neck, and snap the spine, As a dog kills a rat. Now, manners, mouth o’ mine ! The door opens and MORTADELLO enters as MONICA regains her composure. But throughout the scene she throws off her reserved and modest manner, and behaves as a shame- less and alluring wanton. MORTADELLO. And so we meet at last ! MONICA. The hour I waited for ! MORTADELLO…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 98

Mortadello

…d distasteful throne—I tell you that I love you. And then I am afraid of what the Pope may say About the prank I played on you the other day. And then—my smile might fall too sudden to a sob. I don’t care that [she makes a gesture of contempt] for all the favour of the mob. Your friends have real power ; mine’s but the power of storm. It’s over in an hour ; your sun is always warm. MORTADELLO. If it were so, I think you would not be so frank. MONICA. Yes, but I shall not sink ; you make a perfect plank. This hour is mine ; and this shall breed …

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