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…ow to woo ! MONICA. This is the usufruct of your instruction too ! MORTADELLO. I own defeat of wit. Fair lady, lead me hence ! [LUCREZIA goes on MORTADELLOS arm. MONICA. Be merciful to it ! LUCREZIA. O trust my indolence ! MORTADELLO. She scorns to measure swords. LUCREZIA. Indeed, it is the heat. ALESSANDRO. Your ladys laugh accords. MORTADELLO. The masculines effete. [He goes off flirting with LUCREZIA. MONICA. See Mortadello bloom, a poppy ! ALESSANDRO. Which you nip. Its colour and perfume were stolen from your lip. MONICA. I dare not ta…
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…FFICER. The Lord Gabriele begs the favour of audience Of His Highnesss most high serene magnificence. THE DOGE. Admit him. [THE OFFICER goes out to obey. Finish the draft as I said. Note down our new intents In the matter of Turin ; rejoin me in an hour. THE SECRETARY. I humbly take my leave, my lord. [THE DOGE goes to the window. THE DOGE. The heavens lower Surly and sultry still, black fiends of cloud that threat And dare not break. [He turns, GABRIELE has entered. Well, sir, and is the battle set ? GABRIELE. Alls won, my lord. Fate turns …
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…oh dear, you do not understand our ways. ALONZO. No, that I dont. SHACKABACK. Why, see, whatever happens lays A train of powderpuff it goesand someone pays ! N
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…annot 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 breath of Rome ; who knows what tale he has told ?
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…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. LUCREZIA. Ah ! theres a fear abroad, a bilboes of con- straint The irons are not rusted that ho…
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… 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. Where is the Angel of Venice ? ALONZO. Flown, good g…
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…p the corpse of MAGDALENA, and raises it above his head. MONICA. A corpse my wedding-gift ! ORLANDO. A groan my wedding tune ! There she goes, silver-swift, one plunge to the lagoon ! MONICA. Kiss me ! ORLANDO. Ay, kiss, but haste ; there are bloodhounds abroad ;
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…IA. [To ALESSANDRO.] Who could be happier than I to put in those These hands ? ZELINA. [To ALESSANDRO.] Ill rival her as far as welcome goes. ALESSANDRO. Ive come from Paris crowned for being cold and clever ; Lorenzo will be found more amorous than ever. Youve ruffled all my hair ; to him your hearts are stone. Please to make him your care, and leave my locks alone ! LUCREZIA. Cruel ! ZELINA. Too cruel ! LORENZO. [To the women.] Cruel ! They dipped your hearts in Styx ! ALESSANDRO. Look here ! fair plays a jewel ; lets talk of politics. T…
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…DIERS. 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 of my goal ? SOLDIERS. To the palace ! MONICA. No, my friends, obey your orders still. It is the prison that ends my passage. All my will
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…max was in some sense marred ; the little rift appeared in the lute of the perfect dinner. Again, the only proper wine (as far as colour goes) is tawny port or old brown sherry ; and these are not possible with Filets de Sole Dugléré ; they would even tend to over-whelm the truffles. I resolved upon an austere and ceremonial course. Cold consommé after the melonpale dawns of the rich gold of that Ineffable Champagne Sauceto serve as a lustration, an asperging. Then Oeufs aux Ecrévissesthe sunrise tinged with bloodthe puri- fication by fire.…
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…nt : I saw myself the Doges doctors barge Outside the gates. GIUSEPPE. Whose gates ? MARCO. [Pointing off R., to canal.] Why there she goes, as large As life, and twice as natural !
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… GOVERNOR. MONICA closes the window. MONICA. Leave me in peace, my lord, I shall not try to escape. GOVERNOR. With heartiest accord. [He goes out, with her gaolers. Faugh ! the perspiring ape. I may not dare to smile, lest smiles should lure a laugh. The moment Ill beguile to write his epitaph. I touch the goal at last ; the final ace to play.
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…y. Had Mortadello dared, we had all been dead by now. But, as it is, the pigs may live to suck the sow. LORENZO. Im off, then. [LORENZO goes off the bridge, cunning.
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…s penance ; to attend me where I go to pray. MORTADELLO. [Still shaken by the brawl.] Farewell, prin- cess. I thank your kindly aid. [He goes off, R. ALL. Farewell ! Well follow Mortadello blind to heaven or hell. And heres good luck to the Princess, by sword and spur ! Our guardian angel in distressall health to her ! [They follow MORTADELLO, cheering. MONICA. It was well done. He sees what menace lies beneath The smiles that run like sunlight on my shining teeth ! ALESSANDRO. The hour draws near. The tigress springs ; I feel her breath Bla…
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…hat ! 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 overwhelming wrath, Compares himself, dear God, to the thief upon the cross, Pities his gaolers, doomed to everlasting loss ALESSANDRO. Why, but it seems you have a model set of scamps. What harms done ? GOVERNOR. Harm enough when…
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…s ! 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 Venice may be saved ! Go, pray for me. God yet may humanize his heart. If not, do you forget your Monica. Depart ! [The nuns …
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… of GABRIELE, who kneels and kisses his hand Now, are the ten waiting ? GABRIELE. So I believe, my Lord. THE DOGE. Call them ! [GABRIELE goes to the throne, and, pressing a spring, admits a number of masked nobles. Farewell. And bid the captain of the guard Double his men without, and the strictness of his ward. [THE TEN range themselves. THE DOGE sits. Lords, I have summoned you at this auspicious hour. Hopes consummation, triumph of policy and power. You are nameless hitherto ; to-day I may name one, Your foremost councillor, to-morrow is my…
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…to counterpoise my prayers, Need them no more. Then praise with me this period ; I leave you trembling as my soul draws near to God [She goes out on the arm of THE ABBESS. MORTADELLO. My lords, I will have you all to know : I judged her ill. So man distrusts the saintly snow on winters hill, Fearing what suns of spring may send, destruction tear Through larch and pine to village, rend its roofs in air. This is Gods virgin, lords : I bid your hearts with mine Rise in thanksgiving. Love was hid in that cold shrine. And now I bid you welcome wel…
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…here is your dancing girl ? You promised I should learn the nature of a pearl ! ALESSANDRO. Ho ! let the girls come in ! [THE MAJOR-DOMO goes out to obey. Ah. Doge her eyes are stars !
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…hop, its Mass-time ! Nowyou will ? Therehes a fine old boy ! GOVERNOR. Oh, keep the people still ! Ill bring her to the window. [He goes. ALESSANDRO. Ho ! three cheers for her And three more for the good old Governor ! [The crowd cheer lustily. Now, friends, we look to see our virgin lily-bloom From its shy nook expend its infinite perfume. We are like birds that wait the whisper of the wind Whose April words are earnest of the May behind. We are like choirs of angels that wait seven by seven What time aspires and assumes the Virgin to his…