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…ill make history. Now drink my lord, Ill show By desert gramayre the thing that you would know. [MORTADELLO drinks again. Shut but your eyes : and where she is, and what she does Your very eyes, I swear, shall see. MORTADELLO. Calamitous ! My brain turns. MONICA. It shall clear. By Fatimas holy hand. O Monica, appear ! I, it is I, command ! [She drops the veil from her face. Stare, murderer, stare your eyes out ! Let them start From your pale face, despair through all your dastard heart. Yes, I have won, I have won ! Black bastardy of fear ! …
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…black, but her complexion pale. LUCREZIA is a tall, robust, and voluptuous woman of twenty-five years old. Her hair is of fine gold, her eyes of pale blue, and her complexion fair and rosy. ZELINA is small and plump. Her hair is brown, and her age nine-and- twenty, though she looks older. MONICA is of medium height, very thin and serpent-like, her hair black and crisp ; her features like Madonna’s. Her eyes are extraordinarily black, keen, and piercing. Her age is twenty. Her hands and feet are very small and white, her complexion like fine por…
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… Oh, I am like to boast of such a piece of luck ! Not for one instant dream that Im your dupe. Your hate Glows forth its icy gleam from eyes emasculate ! MONICA. Oh, I will teach you how those eyes can burn and glow, Swear the volcanic vow within the breast of snow ! MORTADELLO. I wonder if you can. MONICA. Yes ! yes ! you must consent. Come ! I adore a man so stout and excellent. I even adore the scorn and hate wherewith you load My love. MORTADELLO. False witch forsworn ! I loathe you like a toad : Yet, let me own it, stirs deep in some prim…
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…g friends, I cannot say how much My wisdom comprehends ; but these are words that touch Ones heart. Unbidden tears spring salty to mine eyes. Theres something that endears such common courtesies, When, as I see they are, the words are truly meant. I am the highest star in all the firmament : But this much I admit, my light is partly due Indeed, the most of itto you, dear friends, to you. I do not hesitate to say that, bar my wife. This is the very proudest day in all my life. [He raises his cup, and drinks. Heres health to you in turn ! Wh…
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45 ACT III SCENE I. The Rialto. Three Jew merchants, meeting. SHACKABACK. OW we shall know the truth, Heres Issachar. ISRAEL. His eyes Half starting from his head with horror and surprise. ISSACHAR. I tell you, it is fierce. Theres nothing to be done. Theres hundred lies about ; I dont trust anyone. Some say the Doge is dead ; some say its the Princess ; I cant see anyone ; theres hundred lies, no less. Look, heres the nice young Count Alonzo. SHACKABACK. Good, my sons. I will ask him myself : I lent him money once. Enter ALONZO. Good-d…
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…d a few imprudent friends, they watch the rest. Our hope is, the good Abbess sends a courier pressed To Rome ; the Archbishop doubts his eyes and ears that saw And heard such sacrilege. He lies at odds with law, Hanging on the breath of Rome ; who knows what tale he has told ?
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…t beast is throbbing in my blood How turn the fast to feast, the drought again to flood ? If I could guess the thought behind those icy eyes. I would have blithe, lithe sport with the cunning cockatrice ! T
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…e to-day ? Oh, we have heard of that, But that same rogue will turn your plumpness into fat. LUCREZIA. You scurril thing ! ZELINA. Cats eyes, cows belly, and bears feet ! If these can bring success LUCREZIA. Be off, and walk the street !
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…n thousand sequins, such are Fates calentures. MORTADELLO. This is the old tale. GABRIELE. So I sneered. He looked me hard Between the eyes, and in his beard his malice jarred. Heres a doubloon : you promise me seven more to- morrow ? Back in my pouch I slap it. See ? MORTADELLO. You could not borrow Upon the credit of the State ? GABRIELE. Not one doubloon. MORTADELLO. Why, this is treason ! GABRIELE. That or Fate. MORTADELLO. Knave or buffoon, Ill tan his hide. Dye think he lends to the Princess ? GABRIELE. How can I say ? She has goo…
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…y troth-plight wife Shall its blade quiver and ache and fret to have her life. Be reassured. MAGDALENA. Death sits, your vassal, in your eyes. MORTADELLO. I swear by Mary and the Mass, your rival dies. MAGDALENA. Then go, my knight and king. I love you. MORTADELLO. Queen, good-night ! [He steps from the gondola. MAGDALENA. God and his angels watch above you. MORTADELLO. At the light You may expect my news. MAGDALENA. Strike swift and sure and subtle ! Snap the pale thread, my wedding gift Fates empty shuttle !
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…and flares ! The devil take the toasured louse ! Ill trim his tail ! For Gods sake get thee to thy house, unruly snail ! Why are those eyes so black and big ? That mouth so sharp ? I see the skies : they dance a jig to Davids harp. Boo ! Boo ! Shes fled, the poisonous bitch, livid and lean. And when I wed the crazy witch, God came between. Oh ! there are miles between her skin and my good sword ! Seal up her smiles, and thrust it in her bosom, Lord ! White cursed moons ! bewitch, betray you shall no more : My spirit swoons with lust to slay…
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…iron gauntlet gripped the city squirms. MONICA. Then Mortadello has not slipped off to the worms ? No ? All the better in the end ! Your eyes shall blaze With a new light. Ay ! foe and friend in stunned amaze Shall see a slight not Christendom saw yet ! Now then, Where is Orlando ? Will he come, black pearl of men ? LUCREZIA. He comes to greet your Highness. MONICA. Now ? LUCREZIA. He is on the way. MONICA. Then theres good hope. Not vain the vow ! LUCREZIA. Oh !if I may ! While we await him, let me ask your aid in turn. MONICA. Could I refu…
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…ttle wit, O bat of little breed ! They are the very scarsit was mine own surprise. Theres more beneath the stars than meets a critics eyes. MORTADELLO. I know you, false and vile. MONICA. The holy wounds are there. Think you no God can smile upon a sinners prayer ? MORTADELLO. If they be true, indeed, our holy faith is naught. MONICA. Is that so strange a screed ?
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…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 to thresh, one storm to flood My life with death, my soul to charO speak the spell !
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…ender as she, so tremulous and trim LORENZO. Oh buxom girls for me ! Well, I prefer them slim ! [To the lady beside him.] Heres to your eyes, my dove ! [All appear startled and shocked. 2ND MASK. Take care, my lord, I hope You will not allow love to make you slight the Pope ! 1ST MASK. Then drink his Holiness, and get the business done. 2ND MASK. A pretty sort of mess you have just missed, my son ! LORENZO. Oh heres the good old Pope, long may he live and reign ! And when he dies, I hope he may rise again. [All but MORTADELLO drink saying T…
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…he supreme debt, a soul as pure as fair, Cobwebs no finer, jet no blacker than her hair, Gray clouds no grayer, wells no deeper than her eyes, Blue skies no gayer, bells no merrier, psaltries No holier than her laugh, most suave and sleek and slim, Her body, the pure graff of sylph and seraphim, Her mind a beryl-stone all faery, fleckless, flawless ; Compared with her I own St. Thomas lewd and lawless ;
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…LO. It may be love or hate, a wanton and a fool. But we have saved the State. MONICA. I think you mean, we rule. MORTADELLO. I wish your eyes could speak ! MONICA. They shall, when nights abroad. MORTADELLO. I fear I have been weak. MONICA. Repent so soon, my lord ?
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…e angels dumb with fear ! [To the fifth.] Why, body o God ! you died ten years ago, we thought. [To the sixth.] And you ? Am I odd ? Do eyes still serve me as they ought ? My sworn foe, vowed to stab meso the fine farce ends. Aw, well I know you now ; so kiss me, best of friends ! [To the seventh.] My intimate ! Have we not played as boys together.
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…who wast nailed by wicked men upon the cross, Now hear me, assailed by villains. All my gain is loss. Breath 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 …