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…ward of sin, That in my heart there seems the echo of a sigh. Delight dissolves the dreams desire had set on high ! MONICA. Oh, we shall find fresh food. True wit is never stale. Trust me, my merry mood. LUCREZIA. Provided we prevail. Can Venice be deceived ? ALESSANDRO. Could all the angel choirs Make any truth believed ? MONICA. Man thinks as he desires. And all men being blind and deaf ALESSANDRO. It follows then That women will not find much trouble from the men.
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… ? GABRIELE. How can I say ? She has good friends. MORTADELLO. Mine are no less. Wheres the assassin ? GABRIELE. The black dogI cannot find him. Or Satan or the Synagogue must be behind him. Well, we must find. MORTADELLO. If we might dare to cry a price GABRIELE. The powder magazine would flareand not flare twice. Our safety is the doubt we spread of our intent. MORTADELLO. Proclaim her whore. GABRIELE. The hope that fed that lamp is spent. On of the Tenthe Ten, I sayin jest explains His views this morningwhats his pay ? Ducked for hi…
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…ee the guard is strong. [Exit LUCREZIA. 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…
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…se enough. ALESSANDRO. No, highness, I am ill ; I have been crossed in love. MORTADELLO. Loves easy to be won. ALESSANDRO. My lord, you find it so. Its simple for the sun to set the field aglow ! But Im a star obscure, fantastical, forsooth ! And how should I allure and catch capricious youth ? MORTADELLO. Well, may you win ! But how allure the wanton air To breathe upon my brow ? I tell you, I despair. Your garden has a touch of freshness, I admit. ALESSANDRO. A little but not much. MORTADELLO. But Venice is the pit. S
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… blistering night ! ZELINA. I stifle. LORENZO. Is there wind, Should we row seaward ? LUCREZIA. Light. ALESSANDRO. Well try it. Can you find A gondola ? LUCREZIA. Theres one in the shadow. ALESSANDRO. Gondolier !
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…Magdalena ! oh my daughter ! Did the grave That yawned for my old bones catch thy young antelope spring ? MORTADELLO. Mother of God ! to find the slave that did 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.…
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…e has lost his head 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 Ive 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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…been there ! I could not move or speak ! LORENZO. Yours is a loathsome mind. ALESSANDRO. Youcultivate the same ! These ladies you might find reciprocate your flame. With love the man who trifles, advancement surely misses Affairs of state one stifles with very skilful kisses !
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…s he run mad ? A convent ! SOLDIER. Mad ! hes mad with lust And blood. Yet by his side he had the Archbishop. ORLANDO. Trust His wit to find a trick for that ! SOLDIER. So now we fight In the very court. ORLANDO. Ill hurl me at his throat to-night ! Come, sir, your sword in your left 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. N…
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… are lost. MONICA. Oh No ! we have gained time. Whose star was never crossed ? Success may crown the crime. First, theres the corpse to find. ORLANDO. What good is that to us ? MONICA. Theres something in my mindits idle to dis- cuss But something whispers we shall need it. ORLANDO. How ?
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… black loveand 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. MORTADELLO. Oh ! you are cunning ! MONICA. Love is given wit, you know. Begotten from above, and nourished from below ! MORTADELLO. Why did you spare my life just now ? MONICA. Why, first of all, I want to be your wife. MORTADELLO. Dear God forbid ! MONICA. To enthrall You, body and soul, to win the prize my rival won. Do you think there is a sin I would have left undone ?
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… danger. Ive her palace surrounded with the guard. If she delay, or fail, theres order to arrest. You catch the nightingale if you can find her nest. MORTADELLO. This was your plan, sir, path too darkling for my ken. Fail ? God avert the wrath of Mortadello then. I will have you inch by inch pushed screaming into hell The rack, the boot, the winch, the thumbscrews . . . GABRIELE. [Laughing.] Very well !
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…all. [The men follow MORTADELLO at full speed ZELINA. [Rising.] We are betrayed. Oh, but Ill save him yet ! I see the pretty plot. Ill find a finer fantasy ! 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 o…
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… a thrill, A quiverso I have seen a stag heart-striken die. MORTADELLO. Well, we must let no effort flag. GABRIELE. My energy Is all to find the Princess. Hid, who knows what spear She may fling suddenly ? MORTADELLO. God forbid ! GABRIELE. Suppose she appear Whence who can tell, with what allies God only knows, The mob, the merchants MORTADELLO. Pah ! GABRIELE. My spies lean to suppose A third of us, by greed sharp spurred, would take the chance To treble their estates. A third could make us dance To a brick tune. MORTADELLO. The Jewsyou s…
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…y Jews Leave Mortadello in the lurch. What mischief brews In Gabrieles cauldron mind theres none can grasp ; But he stirs viciously. I find he hopes success If he once clenches knobby fist on you. MONICA. May be ! Ive many a turn and many a twist for such as he. Well, you and I will mock his spite. ORLANDO. A week will send The popular fury to its height. The church will lend Secret support, through blame : she hates the pride Of Mortadello, fans our flame, and swells our tide. Really, their hold upon the State slips every hour. Keep but the…
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…e died the two have lacked a third. ALESSANDRO. Well, I am satisfied : I wait the fatal word. 1ST MASK. What do you mean ? 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 suppo…
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…n I care to say. [To ORLANDO.] Be of good cheer, in sooth ; theres much in what they say. Though love runs rarely smooth, yet love will find a way. [To MONICA.] And so farewell. MONICA. Farewell ! . . . One word. Would it accord
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…ss too ! [They throw ALONZO over the parapet. 2ND RUFFIAN. Come On ! well serve the rest of them the same. 1ST RUFFIAN. Come on ! Well find our angel or avenge her. [They rush on, shouting. ISRAEL. Lord ! Hes gone. No theres a gondolier to fish him dripping out Just like a porpoise, all his fine clothes spoilt, no doubt Ill tell Ezekiel. SHACKABACK. Here, I say, theres matter more For business than a suit of clothes. I say, before We lend our monies out to anyone, we ought To see the peace restored. ISSACHAR. You speak my very thought. No…