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…; some say its the Princess ; I cant see anyone ; theres hundred lies, no less. Look, heres the nice young Count Alonzo. SHACKABACK. Good, my sons. I will ask him myself : I lent him money once. Enter ALONZO. Good-day, my dear good lord. I pray you, whats the news ? ALONZO. Why, nothing that can touch the pockets of the Jews. SHACKABACK. Oh dear, 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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…arded sword. ALESSANDRO. Here now ! Whats this ? Whats this ? MARCO. My lord, theyll murder me. ALESSANDRO. Why, Marco ! GIUSEPPE. My good lord, hes earning slanders fee ! ALESSANDRO. But if it should be true ? FILIPPO. It cant be true. As well You ask me to believe a Moslem miracle ! ALESSANDRO. Thanks, my good friends. You have done exactly as I hope You always will, in all the circumstances and scope Of falsehood. EUPHEMIA. Twas a jest ? ALESSANDRO. No jest ; an earnest trial Of how you would meet slander. MATTEO. Discredit and denial…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 107 LORENZO. [Showing a parchment.] And let me say the same, good lords my countrymen, On their behalf who claim to sit among the Ten. PRINCE JULIO. The nobles are agreed : long live the fair Princess ! Her reign shall be the seed and flower of our success ! A CITIZEN. We have seen troublous times : at last good fortune smiles ! Heres glory to the Angel of the City of the Isles ! [MONICA assumes throne ; all applaud and do homage, MONICA comes forward and kneels be- fore THE LEGATE. MONICA. Now glory be to God, and glor…
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… fall invariably at the end of the third foot. Victor Hugo claimed to have destroyed ce grand niasis dAlexandria, but he never did much good. Verlaine appears to have been the first who really appreci- ated the possibilities of the measure. In England nobody has hitherto attempted it except Browning, who never suspected that music could enter into aught but short lyrics. 1. The Classical: Ay, to this end, indeed was marriage first ordained, And to this end to-day is by the Church sustained. 2. Idem, marked by a rime : Listen ; in all good fait…
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…LONZO. Oh, well, the Doge is dead. To-morrow they proclaim. Succeeding in his stead Count Mortadellos name. SHACKABACK. And wheres the good Princess ? ALONZO. With murder on her head And riot and revoltits 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 qu…
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…he fellows name ? 5TH VOICE. No brawling ! 6TH VOICE. Dare you push me ? 7TH VOICE. By our Lady ! 8TH VOICE. There ! There ! 9TH VOICE. Good wine needs no bush. 10TH VOICE. The boaster ! 7TH VOICE. Have a care ! 6TH VOICE. Take that ! MONICA enters, attended by two nuns. MONICA. Good gentlemen ! what means this stir and strife ?
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…d 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 saviour of the state. [He retires amid the sbirri. ORLANDO. Madwoman ! we 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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…u have the nerve ? Then try these folk, and see. MARCO. My lord, I will deserve the purse you promised me. [MARCO advances to the crowd. Good-day, good friends ! God bless all here ! Have heard the news ? Twill set the city by the ears. You cant refuse Assent : 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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…ies. 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 so. So, sweet, while faintest fear can threat my t…
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…your window slain ! [THE GOVERNOR looks out, turns sharply, and gesti- culates to MONICA, who comes to the window. MONICA. Dear friends, good citizens ! I beg of you to hear me ! ALESSANDRO. Put up your weapons ! Hark ! The Princess speaks. [The riot is stayed. MONICA. Come near me ! My voice is weak with tears that for your sake I shed ; My knees are weak with prayers I uttered for your stead. I would not for my sake one drop of blood outpoured, One glance of anger from its scabbard drag one sword. Nay, be my friends, be true and loyal to your…
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…ter upon the bridge LORENZO and ALESSANDRO. They lean upon the parapet. LORENZO. HE solemn stones upsoar ; the dimpled water smiles. How good to see once more the City of the Isles ! ALESSANDRO. No fairer than before ; tis absence that be- guiles. Why do we love the rude, the rancid and the rotten, The crazy and the crude ? Familiar things forgotten ! We are but ghosts renewed, not infants new-begotten. T
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76 MORTADELLO ABBESS. You goggle-eyed gudgeon ! I will tear your guts out yet. GOVERNOR. Good Sandro, calm the lady ! ABBESS. I am calm ! Dont fret ! What, gyve and rack for that sweet saint ! GOVERNOR. She asks for it ! Cant you leave well alone ? ABBESS. Oh, sophistry is wit With callous dogs ! GOVERNOR. I serve the dogs ; my prisoners Are no more slaves than I ! ABBESS. Prince of philosophers ! Heres Mortadello ! A CITIZEN. Now, my Governor ! [He throws a knife, THE GOVERNOR ducks and it just misses his head. GOVERNOR. [Pointing to the as…
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…ance ? 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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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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…l we benefit at all Now Mortadello rules ? GIUSEPPE. Why, ortolans will fall From heaven all ready cooked for dinner. FILIPPO. [A sturdy good-natured youth.] I am sure If Monica has given her seal and signature To this, it must be right. GIUSEPPE. My hero-worshipper ! But I am just as bad : I pin my faith to her. MATTEO. She has Madonnas face ; Madonnas spirit shines Even through her bodily veil, the moon among the pines ! EUPHEMIA. When I was ill last year she came three times to see me S
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8 MORTADELLO MAGDALENA. I thank you, my good lord. This hand I place in yours. Shall help you to hold fast our land, while life endures. The faith of Mortadello guard, his love keep warm. Alike his city and his ward, from hate and harm. MORTADELLO. God grant it. All is now arranged, the council firm. The houses hostile or estranged all brought to term, The Doge content, the Church well bribed, the navy ours, None left that might have circumscribed our parted powers. That blessed hour that joins our hearts and hands in one Sees also the States …
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…ng his people to their own. Its we that build the church, its we that gild the throne. SHACKABACK. I have a great idea ; Our bonds are good as gold. Suppose we lent and borrowed, never bought or sold ? ISRAEL. What do you mean ? SHACKABACK. Suppose we made our paper pass All through the world, what use for silver, gold, and brass ? ISSACHAR. Why, thats a great idea ; we could do business then Without a coin ! SHACKABACK. Why yes ! what think you, gentlemen ? ISRAEL. That no one would accept our paper. ISSACHAR. Thats a bar ! SHACKABACK. Whe…
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…is right arm hanging 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…
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… 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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…. That or Fate. MORTADELLO. Knave or buffoon, Ill tan his hide. Dye think he lends to the Princess ? 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.…