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…A. Deaths warrant for my sake ? I never injured him. ORLANDO. A womans hate inspires innocent Seraphim with infamous desires ! MONICA. God pardon Magdalene ! ORLANDO. No hour for grace, alas ! [Aside.] For all the grace I mean shall be the coup de grace ! [He goes off over the bridge. The nuns kneel at MONICAS feet, and clasp her knees. MONICA. Sisters, you heard me. Rise. Home is no more a home. The goal of saintship lies through gates of martyrdom. There are virtues hard as stone ; with such the pit is paved. There are vices that atoneif …
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10 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. 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…
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… arms crossed upon her breast appears. MONICA. There is no need of West or East, of moon or sun. The door is shut, the marriage feast of God begun. There is a song that never tires, and there a light More sweet and strong than all the fires of day or night There is a taste, a savour shed ; is honey sweet, Is moon-wort chaste ? Its flavour fed the Paraclete ! There is a grace and a perfume no earthly bower Showers from its space of lily-bloom and passion flower. There is a touch, sublime, caress beyond all kisses Kissed overmuch in loves distre…
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…s. He staggers and reels. GABRIELE. I am slain. O torture her ; she hath poisoned me [He falls, and writhes in agony. MONICA. Too true ! Gods pain is deadly poison for a fiend like you Sent from the pit to plague mankind. O soldiers, turn Your hearts, that it may save you, all Gods mercy burn Sin from you. Follow me ! SOLDIERS. Our queen. Sweet saint of God ! GABRIELE. Spew, spew Gods agony and death. Black period Of all my hopes. [He dies. MONICA. There goes to his master a lost soul. SOLDIERS. Well follow you. MONICA. Who knows the glory …
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…. SCENE IV. Outside St. Marks. Early morning. Enter MORTADELLO wildly with drawn sword, ALESSANDRO, LORENZO, and THE MASKS. MORTADELLO. God ! God ! the foam of stars ! the towers of iron ! the stairs ! The crested comb of demon powers that flares 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 wh…
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… 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 here, goes down and slobbers on the stones, Kisses the turnkey, deaves the captain with his groans, Wants to repent and live a holy life henceforth, Prays and sings hymns to avert Gods overwhelm…
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…barque, Accomplish and renew the glories of St. Mark ! ALESSANDRO. Ay ! tis the period when final fortune smiles. 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 …
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…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. ALLESSANDRO and LUCREZIA. ALESSANDRO. Now then to sound the core of the apple of our plot Sweet as it was before, theres such a thing as rot. [MARCO, a burly bravo, enters behind. Marc…
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… 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 swear
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104 MORTADELLO Of devils burst ! Let through 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…
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… period ! [He falls again. They support him and carry him in the chair of MAGDALENA. Wast thou the Saint of Christ, the virgin vowed to God ? Tigress and snake ! Black-hearted whore ! God, let me strip Skin from flesh, alike my drouth in gore, those bowels rip From that false belly. God ! I gasp ! Loosen my throat ! Some one calls. Hell ! Death ! O sharp asp !
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…NDO. They are mad. MONICA. But wait ! Alls silent now. ORLANDO. No ! I hear cries, and blows rung hard On sconce and skull MONICA. Ah ! God, hope dies. [Another detonation is heard. ORLANDO. Theres the petard. They must have blown in the two gates. MONICA. Then we are dead. ORLANDO. Not while this swords unbroken. MONICA. Fates no friend. ORLANDO. Unsaid The holiest, happiest things. Here comes a guard. Pre- pare For evil tidings. MONICA. Martyrdoms to be our share. Well, tis the accustomed crown of true virginity ! Ha Ha ! How God must l…
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42 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. [Looking out.] Thank God ! the guards are firm. Well drive These angry-buzzing bees of Venice to the hive. THE DOGE. I am surrounded by a gang of sots. MORTADELLO. The knave ! THE DOGE. Oh, 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…
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…its natural she fled ! SHACKABACK. Theyve put her at a pre ? ALONZO. Why, no ! and thats amazing. ISSACHAR. Here comes the crowd ; my God, is everybody crazing ? A VOICE. [Without.] There goes a noble, there. Catch him and question him ! SHACKABACK. Thats you they mean. ALONZO. They dare ? SHACKABACK. Theyll tear you limb from limb. Go quickly. ALONZO. No. You dogs, what do you want with me ? The crowd enter. A RUFFIAN. Where is the murdered Monica ? ALONZO. And what has she To do with such a rabble ? Clear the bridge. Begone ! 2ND RUFFIAN…
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… teeth o the tigress clenched in death. The heart that smoked Hells lust is cold. ORLANDO. [Turns and sees MONICA, as he thinks, dead] God, then my sword drink vengeance deep ! GABRIELE. This thrust balk thy revenge ! [GABRIELE stabs him treacherously in his amazement. ORLANDO. O treacherous dagger-sweep ! GABRIELE. Ay ! shes not dead, black fool ! But mine for the tortureDrink Black lees of hells own wine, thy poisoned soul to sink In mire and filth of agony, shameChrist, Ill drench Desire of hate in her own rotting bodys stench. But d…
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…en, what shall I deem of the Three ? THE DOGE. My son, the keys of power are in your hand this hour. The garden is yours ; the shower is Gods ; may He grant the flower ! MORTADELLO. Father, I take my leave ; to-morrows busi- ness presses. Venice shall wake to joy-bells. THE DOGE. Make the wildernesses To blossom like the rose, my God, in whom I trust. MORTADELLO. Trust me to strike, my father. THE DOGE. Son, we are but dust [They greet solemnly, and MORTADELLO departs by the secret entry. Is it vainglory, or the confidence of youth ? I would …
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…anging use- less by his side. He staggers and gasps. SOLDIER. Pardon me ! Alls lost. MONICA. Nay, say nothing yet ! Be of good courage. Gods a host they have not met ! ORLANDO. What is it ? SOLDIER. The damned hunchback tis so bloodily That bears it. The two gates are his. We can but die. ORLANDO. Is 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-nig…
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…MONICA. Write me this afternoons intimate epitaph ? ALESSANDRO. You know I do not dare. MONICA. Till now you have dared all. There is a God whose care lets never a sparrow fall. ALESSANDRO. If Lesbia laughs, I would. MONICA. [Folding her hands in prayer.] Take care, you lose your labour. ALESSANDRO. Does love for God exclude a passion for your neighbor ?
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…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 her. MORTADELLO. Stand firm, men ! She is mad ! ALL. Down with the tyrant, down ! ABBESS. Forward, the victors wreath waits, or the martyrs cr…
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…E. Yes, he talks too bold. 3RD VOICE. And false as brass ! ALESSANDRO. Theyre just a pack of mules. 1ST VOICE. Well have the truth, by God ! 2ND VOICE. Ay ! well tear down the prison ! Kill him ! ALESSANDRO. Devilish odd That truth as sharp as steel and glittering as gold, So hard to tell, receives no credit when its told. Body of Jesus, Governor ! I think you must Have earned Cassandras doom, betraying some Gods trust ! 1ST VOICE. Wheres the Princess ? 2ND VOICE. Lets see her !