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6 MORTADELLO But as mills give no flour unless we put some grist in, I ask you what her power and eminence consist in. LUCREZIA. Oh ! she has all the love that common folk can give her. ALESSANDRO. Its rain from heaven above that goes to make a river. LUCREZIA. Springs swell it. ALESSANDRO. True. LUCREZIA. Beside she has wealth and rank. ALESSANDRO. Mere foam. LUCREZIA. But foam upon the tide of her prestige at Rome. Niece of a pope, adored already as a saint. ALESSANDRO. Thats something like a sword ! LORENZO. And yet her followers faint. LU…
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…th-flag flutter free ? Or Venice and the world, the flesh, the deviland me ? MORTADELLO. It is my honour that you rob me of ! MONICA. I give You glory, a tame cat. MORTADELLO. Too false and fugitive ! MONICA. Oh, you repine too much. At least I give you life, And in the bargain such a jewel of a wife ! MORTADELLO. Well, heres my ring. I trust because I must, agree Just to be all unjust ! MONICA. My lust of comedy ! [She kisses him lasciviously. MORTADELLO. Once you were good and chaste ? MONICA. I really do not know :
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…s torment at your breast. MONICA. If earth be all, I have all heaven in the rest to be your thrall. If earth be naught, what heaven may give who knows or cares ? I only ask an hour to livein these blue airs ! ORLANDO. Ah, give me all ! MONICA. I am your slave. Take all. ORLANDO. Ah Christ ! There is no man can content the grave.
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…On a tide of bloody foam through innavigable seas Where suns blaze on the masts of myriad argosies. I dazzle. I burst. I choke. A NOBLE. Give him air ! MORTADELLO. Wheres my sword ? O dreams accurst that blot my brain ! Theres fiends abroad ! Blast all this space of stars with thunder ! A NOBLE. Tis his wound. He raves. MORTADELLO. Ill drink A NOBLE. Water, ho ! MORTADELLO. Her blood, and Ill sleep sound ! THE CURTAIN FALLS.
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…of Sorrow, hear thine handmaiden of sin ! Our Lady of Peace, be near, bestow thy peace within ! If I have sought the hurt of any man, forgive ! If I have soiled my skirt with even a fugitive Faint thought of evil, cleanse my heart and soul thereof, As thou dost heal all mens misdeeds with eager love. Our Lady of Vigilance, behold me ! I am weak. My lifes inheritance to take there are those that seek. There are evil men that hunt me to destroy meThou When they arise, confront them, hear thy virgins vow. Forgive them, even as I through thee a…
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…you. MONICA. Ah ! your love. I pay its price ! Quick, to the door girl. Footsteps. Tis Orlando. LUCREZIA. Yes. MONICA. Do up your hair. Give me one kiss. Oh loveliness ! [A knock. Come in ! Come in ! I have waited long. Enter ORLANDO. LUCREZIA. Farewell, Princess ! MONICA. Farewelland see 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. Th…
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…DOGE, who follows tottering, and MORTADELLO, who is bending over the corpse of MAGDALENA. THE DOGE. The square is swallowed up in storm. Give me my sword !
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…ng 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 ! Alls well. My art can save her. ALESSANDRO. Sure ? PHYSICIAN. If skill can say ! See ! theres no dirt or venom on the dagger-blade ; A simple hurt five days will cure. Be not afraid. MORTADELLO. Begone then. Nows the hour when Morta- dello strikes. To the summit of his power, whose high-pooped galleon rides An inviolable t…
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…ORTADELLO. Good-night, then, sweetheart, and God guard you. Oars there. MAGDALENA. Go, And God be with you, to strike hard ! MORTADELLO. Give way, men, row ! God pleasure you with sainted sleep, and dreams of me And the brave deed I purpose. MAGDALENA. Keep my love of thee In this, its token. [She takes a jewelled stiletto from her hair, and throws it into the gondola. MORTADELLO. Ere Gods globe from the sea upstart Its splinter shall be thrust through robe and rib to heart [His gondola glides off. MAGDALENA. enters further into the house, and…
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… we are but dust [They greet solemnly, and MORTADELLO departs by the secret entry. Is it vainglory, or the confidence of youth ? I would give half my realm for certainty of truth. But oh ! my heart misgives me. Pshaw ! I am old ! I am old ! All will be well, will be well. Buthow these bones are cold !
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…e my care. And heres a hint. You set a match ; then never let The opponent see the threat. GABRIELE. I am rebuked ; and yet You will forgive me, for the habit only stains My mind, because before my opponents had no brains. MONICA. Farewell, then, and God have you in his holy keeping. I go to tend a grave where theres a widow weeping. GABRIELE. You have doubled my regard with prudence as with pity. The name all give you, guardian angel of the city. You have thrice earned, be sure !a life both good and great, Protectress of the poor, and savio…
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…do you rebel ? You have to deal with us ! Bolt to the crossbow men ! Fuse to the arquebus ! Mow them like grass before the sickle ! They give back. Whip them to kennel ! [The crowd waver. ABBESS. [Rushing forward.] Men ! are you men ? To the attack ! The tyrants in our hands ! God is for us ! Strike hard ! Drag forth the caitliff from his hireling body-guard ! Forward the crucifix ! Do you dare loose ? For God And His insulted church ! The path St. Peter trod ! [Brandishing a crucifix, she charges down upon MOR- TADELLO, the crowd following he…
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… call, if its the truth you need. 1ST VOICE. Yes, hear him, hes her friend too ! 3RD VOICE. Thats true ! ALESSANDRO. Yes, indeed, Id give my life to-day to succour the Princess ! 2ND VOICE. Ah, thats a man ! VOICES. Hurrah ! ALESSANDRO. However did you guess ? Peace now ! [Calls.] Hollo ! Hollo ! is that the Governor ?
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…sweetheart, MAGDALENA. When she frowns, my spirit dies. MORTADELLO. Then, before God, I swear it, she shall drink of steel ! I go now to give order. Be at peace. MAGDALENA. I will. And so good night. My hand is yours to bend and kiss. Let its blood pulse what breast allures to burning bliss. I wouldI wouldI know not what I would. But you Divine it. MORTADELLO. Ah ! MAGDALENA. The night is hot, no wind beats through The hushed canals. So is my heartfor you, my lord, My excellent lord ! and soto part. MORTADELLO. Draw out my sword ! [She does…
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… 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 with impotence. MONICA. Where is she ? LUCREZIA. Know you not ? MONICA. For the sake of God ! LUCREZIA. Offence Alike to Heaven and Earth, she is now the universe To Mortadello ! MONICA. Ha ! LUCREZIA. Vow cha…
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…the devils up in a row ! ALESSANDRO. Here comes the crowd ! GOVERNOR. So much for bathing ! Off, my Sandro, or theyll skin you ! I must give orders. [He retires hastily from the window.
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… road to their fell work ! I have 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,…
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…eech ! 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 swear
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… of tide At ebb. Then let the moonrise kindle and burn beside The sunset. God ! if I have loved thee in truth, adored As none before me, given all my youth, dear Lord, To Thee, now hear me, hear me, hear me this one breath ! Give me this Mortadello to my kissand death !
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…ir The hall ? Lucrezia ? Can she guess my suit to her ? Ah no ! not yet. Be still in deeps of prayer intense Bowed low ! And now may God give ear to their incense !