1912 · PDF PAGE 124
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…CREZIA, who remain with MONICA, kneeling in prayer. As they are left alone, MONICA extends her arms and crushes their mouths against her face. CURTAIN.
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…s ! 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 ! My auguries are done, my vengeance drawing near Is at your throat. I will be gone. Tis here ! Tis here ! [She disappears. MORTADELLO. God ! God ! Im poisoned. Stop the fiend ! Arrest her, friends ! All my wealth for a leech ! So Morta…
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…trangle my Judas-love, despair Bite deep into his heart before I draw the veil And steep in murder, harpys tooth and claw, my pale Pure face, my bloodless virgins face, to dip and bury Its grace in his black blood, my long thin lip made merry With mouthing at his heart-strings, and my white throat working, Its drouth dissolved as the blood sucks, sucksnightshade lurking In dells of witchcraft where black Hecate shoots out In hells lust, her tongue, a frenzy of glee, a bout Of death, her crimson tongue that drips, that drips with blood, The …
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…our fool will whisper by and by. I am faint yetwe rule in Venice, you and I ! [They go toward the door, her hand upon his shoulder, her face, turned away from him, illumined with a sinister smile.
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…o, thou at last ! The skies are stainless nowall 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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…nature To this, it must be right. GIUSEPPE. My hero-worshipper ! But I am just as bad : I pin my faith to her. MATTEO. She has Madonnas face ; Madonnas spirit shines Even through her bodily veil, the moon among the pines ! EUPHEMIA. When I was ill last year she came three times to see me S
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…this thing. Ill torture first the torturers to stimulate Device and practice. ORLANDO. [Rushing from behind the altar.] Now look up and face thy fate ! It is Orlando ! Did you think to steal my swan, Defile the blue-veined breasts this head has slept upon ? MORTADELLO. Detested dog of Hell ! Black spawn o the pit ! Have at thee ! [They cross swords. ORLANDO. I tupped her ! MORTADELLO. By the unknown black bastard that begat thee, You shall do the like no more. ORLANDO. Thou puny puking patch, White-livered, yellow-bellied wittol ! MORTADELLO.…
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…its fellow on my sword ! To the gondola ! [The LORD GABRIELE and his sbirri appear running, upon the bridge. ORLANDO. Too late ! we must face Venice now. MONICA. I am at the height of Fate ! GABRIELE. Halt there ! ORLANDO. Who calls ? GABRIELE. Allow The warrant of the Three ! I have a word to speak To the Princess. MONICA. To me ? My lord, I am too weak To move against your will. I only ask to go, As is my custom still, a pilgrim to and fro Among my poor, to heal, to comfort, to befriend [She kneels before him. GABRIELE. Nay, lady, never knee…
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…tadello privy to the deed ! Here he comes. Drive that dog in ! A CITIZEN. Kill him ! CITIZENS. Kill him ! Bleed The leech ! Smash in his face ! Break up the walls for stones ! Death ! Death ! Death to the dog ! Well batter in his bones ! [They hurl sticks and other missiles at the window. Some begin to break down the wall of the bridge, and take the stones. THE GOVERNOR and his men are driven in. MORTADELLO and a com- pany of bowmen arrive. MORTADELLO. Ah, dogs, do you rebel ? You have to deal with us ! Bolt to the crossbow men ! Fuse to the a…
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…iles. 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 of the host, ZELINA on the right again, then THE FIRST MASK and a Venetian gen- tlewoman. On the left of the host THE SECOND MASK, then a gentlewoman, then LORENZO and another gentle- woman. It is after midnight. The guests are…
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…! LUCREZIA. [Rising and unveiling.] No, you shall not ! Here, for the dagger-stroke you struckthis to your heart ! And this across your face for luckand this for art ! [She stabs her thrice. ZELINA. O devil ! We have slept and waked and played together. LUCREZIA. And now my lust of you is slaked ! Now snaps the tether. Curst whore ! [ZELINA dies. Fair ladies, drink ! move hence at your own peril ! This night is trembling on the brink of stark and sterile Dooms that roar loud ! O laugh ! O sing ! O dance ! Ill play Strike the guitar with this…
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24 MORTADELLO NINA. [A mad fiery woman with a satyrs face.] She helped me through my trouble. MARGARITA. Her money helped to free me When I was put away by Issachar the Jew. She gave me clothes besides. FILIPPO. Theres nothing she can do. For Venice folk she leaves forgotten or undone. GIUSEPPE. Yes, shes a saint of God and a friend to every one. EUPHEMIA. She dews us with her tears she suns us with her smiles. MATTEO. By God, the guardian angel of the City of the Isles ! [The crowd, in chatting, have moved up nearly off stage. L. Enter R. A…
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viii PREFACE I least dislikethe alleged 15and (here is the En- chantment) enough of it not to care any more whether I liked it or not. This with the coffee, and a cigar long enough to last through the scene that I was writing. If there is any imperfection in this scenethe third of the Third Actit is either the fault of the Veuve Clicquot, or my own fault. This went on very well for a while, and then fresh trouble arose. The Giaconda was stolen from the Louvre, and my thoughts were turned for the fraction of an aeon to Lionardo when the Dev…
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…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 desire. MONICA. Is it not sharp, the goad ? Does it not burn, the fire ? ALESSANDRO. Nay, wit is brought to term. MONICA. The spirit is unwilling, Although the flesh is firm ? ALESSANDRO. Through flesh and spirit thrilling Sings the exultant pangbut does not tell me how. MONICA. Mine…
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…s heart. If not, do you forget your Monica. 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…
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…haven poll, proud pelican ! MONICA. [Rushing out of the church.] What ! will you see this madman take the Legates life ? Cowards ! Ill face him 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 displaye…
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… ALESSANDRO. Nay, trembles like a star ! MONICA. [Sings to an Oriental dance.] The moon is on the horizon ; the desert aches To turn its face to silent space ; I see the snakes And scorpions make orisons to neighbour Night, Their holy hate envenom Fate, envenom Light, Envenom all that cringe or call, that start or stir. Loves holocaust is to exhaust who loveth her, Exhaust of light, exhaust of might, exhaust of love, Until their world of woe uncurled reach out above To where the great black snake of Fate is coiled about The very spine of God, …
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…of the Isles ! 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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…ture show ! Your arm about my waistwalk to the windowso ! [MORTADELLO opens the window, and drawing MONICA 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 giv…
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…iven ; Let that absolve whereby all men may be forgiven ! Turn thou their hearts to grace, accept their penitence, That they may see thy face, gain absolution thence ! ORLANDO. Lady, your lifes in danger. While you pray, they plot. MONICA. Sir, is not fear a stranger to love ? ORLANDO. I doubt it not. But hate is stranger too. MONICA. Who hates me ? I hate none. ORLANDO. I dare not tell you who it is : I am undone I am the bondslave of a curse. I dare not tell. MONICA. You are the slave of love. My lord, I know you well. The Doges daughter pl…
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