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…is torpor ; let him rise and shake his mane, Open his mouth and roar ! ALESSANDRO. Well, off with you, explain To the Committee ! Say we fear that the Princess Is murdered in her cell. Send forty men express To cry the news aloud by street and by canal. LORENZO. Well hold upon the quays a merry Carnival. ALESSANDRO. So, as crowds gather, urge them here. LORENZO. The galleys lie Menacing. ALESSANDRO. Have no fear ; their powders none so dry. Had Mortadello dared, we had all been dead by now. But, as it is, the pigs may live to suck the sow. LO…
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16 MORTADELLO MONICA. I fear to set the tune ; I fear to cast the throw. ORLANDO. Set back the rising moon ! Fate marches : who says no ? Death broods upon the tide, and love beams far and wide ; You my betrothèd brideathwart her corpse I stride ! Hide there beneath the porch ! Ill strike upon the bell, Kindle the fatal torch to light her soul to hell. [He strikes the bell. MAGDALENA appears at the window, dressed. My Magdalena ! You are ready ? Loves the tune ! Bare me your beauty to the night and the lagoon ! MAGDALENA. I am ready. [She di…
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…n ! [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 ! the Princess has tantrums ? GOVERNOR. No ; beyond belief Far worse. The trouble is that every rogue and thief Hearing she is her…
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…EZIA. ORLANDO. The bloodhounds press Hard on my heels. MONICA. Are we safe here ? ORLANDO. They cannot find The secret passage ; have no fear. MONICA. Oh, love is blind. Did you do wisely ? ORLANDO. Stratagem secure. MONICA. Then how Goes the great chance ? ORLANDO. Too well for them, dear love, just now ! They have seized 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 …
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…e, 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 con- straint The irons are not rusted that hold our folk in fee ; And Mortadellos trustedthe trusted of the Three. ALESSANDRO. Well, I am freedoms friend : my sword is idle long. When I am wanted, send. LUCREZIA. God keep your purpose strong. But what a blistering night ! ZELINA. I stifle. LORENZO. Is there wind, Should we row seaward ? LUCREZIA. Light. ALESSANDRO. Well try it. Ca…
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…ht, and not a little indignation. I may as well confess it at once ; I tried to dodge the artistic Boyg by drinking Mandarinette ; and I fear that this shameful capitulation has left manifest traces throughout much of the play. But I cannot blame myself too severely ; I made unwearied efforts. At first I tried to obtain the proper degree of perfection on the basis of monotoneI ordered a dinner harmonized from gold to black, ad- mitting no other ingredient. The result was lament- able, a mere Rembrandt. I tried, too, the assemblage of Monticell…
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…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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… all their hideously hot hearts in the whirls That make us drunk. MORTADELLO. Oh ! let us drink ! ZELINA. Pass round the wine ! I have a fear, a fret. MORTADELLO. O damnably divine ! MONICA. Will my lord taste the desert drug ? One grains enough For all unchaste perverse fantastic dreams of love. All the black bliss that crime contains, subtly obscene, Lurks in its kiss. O bowers of bronze ! O glades of green ! O Gods and Jinn that hide within the honied bead ! All pride and prize of all life lies within one seed. Take it and wish ! I swear th…
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…s my heartfor you, my lord, My excellent lord ! and soto part. MORTADELLO. Draw out my sword ! [She does so. So, sweet, while faintest fear can threat my 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 ex…
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…h, but your bosom is the moon, your cheek a grape ! Mine are but baby breasts. See here ! Not worth a kiss. Theres nothing for a man to fear in thisor this. LUCREZIA. Oh they are beautiful ! MONICA. Oh no ! but yet my soul Is mighty, I will have you know, to gain its goal. Nowtell me ! is it death you invokeZelinas death ? You want 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 w…
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…seen such. LUCREZIA. So is my thought. How should I speak To you, all love of lilies wrought ? MONICA. Give me your cheek Ill kiss your fear away, sweet girl. Ill whisper things Subtler than basilisks that furl and fold their wings Over the serpent-heart. I guess your hearts desire. Bend to me closer. Whisper yes. LUCREZIA. My brains afire. MONICA. Then whisper. LUCREZIA. I dare not. MONICA. Oh dare ! LUCREZIA. My friend ! MONICA. Ah yes ! She whose black envy would not spare your loveliness ! LUCREZIA. Ay, she ! MONICA. But let me see the …
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… 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 feels the equal fangto catch the naked Now Seems al…
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…r 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 Mortadello ends ! No ! Jesus ! up and out ! By God ! Ill kill her first, Though all my blood is boiling and my bowels burst ! Give me my sword ! If I must go to hell, I swea…
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… Mistress Mary Magdalene ! ABBESS. Good people, can you bear him to insult me ? Hear What horrors I can utter ! GOVERNOR. Horrors, never fear !
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…iles that run like sunlight on my shining teeth ! ALESSANDRO. The hour draws near. The tigress springs ; I feel her breath Black hour of fear, whose leaden wings beat, beat like death. MONICA. Ah ! is my breath so hot and quick and fierce and sharp ? Nay ! shuddereth the angelic prick-song on her harp. No tigress roams the forest, preys upon mankind : No ocean foams with fury, slays, frenzied and blind
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…an ? 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. You love the Doges wife ? ALESSANDRO. So thats the thunderburst ! I love her as my life. I need not say that she is cold and virtuous. She scarce supposes me 2ND MASK. You need not lie to us. ALESSANDRO. Sir, I would lie to God. 1ST MASK. Quite right, quite right. Th…
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28 MORTADELLO All Venice wild with joy ; all fear blown far and high. A snowflake from the peak of your prosperity. THE DOGE. See all those angry clouds that gather round the sun. GABRIELE. And see ! they break ; he shines ! An omen ! THE DOGE. Call it one ! Is there no risk of storm before the night whose fall Is certain as the death that must envelop all ? GABRIELE. My lord, be of good cheer. Though dusk devour us soon. Remember we have made alliance with the moon THE DOGE. I am satisfied. We float, a serviceable bark. For you remains reward,…
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… you mean ? MORTADELLO. I meanI will not tell you what. Pass round the wine. Gods teen ! Am I the Doge or not ? Heres to the Pope ; I fear all is not right at Rome. We have a legate here that he might need at home. ALESSANDRO. I take your thought. A need at Rome for more divines ! The legatewell, God speed him through the Apennines ! 1ST MASK. But here the girls at last come swaying up the stair. And how their tresses cast faint fragrance on the air !
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…my steel ! By God, let go ! Ill kill him first ! The raging wheel of snakes and snow ! [He attacks THE LEGATE, whose attendants flee in fear. THE LEGATE falls. THE LEGATE. Jesu have mercy on my soul ! Im a dead man ! MORTADELLO. Ill scalp thy cursèd shaven 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, Mo…
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…te. 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 ?