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…s, in changing 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 o…
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MORTADELLO OR THE ANGEL OF VENICE A COMEDY BY ALEISTER CROWLEY LONDON WIELAND AND COMPANY 3. GREAT JAMES STREET, BEDFORD ROW MCMXII
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…nd fumes ; they have Greek bombs. MORTADELLO. Now mark ! You shall die in torment. GABRIELE. Fool ! we shall all die. Hark ! hark ! [The great bell of St. Marks begins to toll. That cursed witch is raising Venice on us, Jesus Christ ! Im the first fool in Europe. Stragglers must be sacrificed. Out swords ! Compact, friends, make a phalanx, and reform In the great square ! [All rush out but THE 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 swo…
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…AR. I see the Lord will bring 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. Tha…
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…e Rise in thanksgiving. Love was hid in that cold shrine. And now I bid you welcome well the fairest bride That ever graced our citadel. Great Father, guide Our wedded steps through joys too great to estimate, Our wedded deeds to decorate our storied State. Advance the chair. Lord Bishop, now we await your pleasure. O sanction thou the rainbow vow to arch my treasure ! [The service of marriage is begun. THE ALLOCUTION EPISCOPAL. All high and mighty princes are servants of the Lord, His holiness the sceptre, His majesty the sword. To you, my chi…
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…w his power. MORTADELLO. I ? who can beard me thus ? The bridal procession enters. The corpse of MAGDALENA in bride-clothes, veiled in a great chair under a canopy borne by four negroes, MONICA, the LADY ABBESS, nuns and attendants. GABRIELE. Look ! where she bursts, a flower, veiled and voluptuous. Not Venus in her car by doves and sparrows drawn, Not the ethereal star that floats above the dawn, Not the seraphic swan that tempted Leda glowed So white a wonder on the lake. THE USHERS. A road ! A road ! Way for the high Princess, the bride who …
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52 MORTADELLO Let asps lurk in the orange blossoms of my hair, Great gasps of death strangle my Judas-love, despair Bite deep into his heart before I draw the veil And steep in murder, harpys tooth and claw, my pale Pure face, my bloodless virgins face, to dip and bury Its grace in his black blood, my long thin lip made merry With mouthing at his heart-strings, and my white throat working, Its drouth dissolved as the blood sucks, sucksnightshade lurking In dells of witchcraft where black Hecate shoots out In hells lust, her tongue, a frenzy…
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…nhappily little doubt. Enough of this disastrous affair. The play is ruined ; if I offer it to the public, it is that they may learn the great moral lesson, not to mix their drinks. ALEISTER CROWLEY.
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…d 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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…y must be led up to subtly and emphatically. The jewel needs a setting. My preliminary studies for this play have consequently cost me a great deal of money, incredible toil and thought, and not a little indignation. I may as well confess it at once ; I tried to dodge the artistic Boyg by drinking Mandarinette ; and I fear that this shameful capitulation has left manifest traces throughout much of the play. But I cannot blame myself too severely ; I made unwearied efforts. At first I tried to obtain the proper degree of perfection on the basis …
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…ENICE 25 GIUSEPPE. Why then, wheres he been ? MARCO. Ha ! Ha ! youd never guess. EUPHEMIA. Then tell us what you mean ! MARGARITA. You great big teasing Mark ! It was Olimpias father. Whose knotted cherry-club teased you last Easter rather. MARCO. Dont. Bygones should be bygones ! Though if I catch him walking One night by the canal, I may set people talking ! MATTEO. Well, whats the news ? GIUSEPPE. The Doge is drunk ? FILIPPO. Or is the Pope ill ? MATTEO. He has just heard the Turks have sacked Con- stantinople. MARCO. No, but an idol br…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 105 SCENE V. The Palace of the Doge. The Throne-room. MONICAALESSANDROLUCREZIA. A distant bell, the Great Bell of St. Marks, still tolls. MONICA. Embrace me ! Here we stand at the cross-roads of Fate. Enlace me ! hand in, hand what ardours we await ! The merry play is played, the comedy that Pan On very Ida made, the comedy of man ! LUCREZIA. I gave her steel to twist and writhe herself upon. MONICA. One flicker of my wrist, and his black soul was gone. ALESSANDRO. I have done nothing yet. MONICA. Oh, you have laughed…
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…rd 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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…tion. MORTADELLO. The nobles cried ? GABRIELE. At last they gave their loud assent. No echo answered back from wave or firmament. In the great heat the people stood, mute beasts, stock still. As for the thunder waits a wood, a hush, 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…
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…ared that we should fight : Butlook toward the end ! fate sets us all to right. Deserve as youve deserved till now, and you may be The greatest man thats served in Venice after me. ALESSANDRO. My lord, you are too good. At first I did not know you. But now Ive understood the service we all owe you. MORTADELLO. Well, shall we go to the boat ? ALESSANDRO. At my lords service, I. MORTADELLO. We shall be fanned afloat. ALESSANDRO. The gondola shall fly. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A small room in the Palace. The furniture, prin- cipally three thrones, …
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…aust who loveth her, Exhaust of light, exhaust of might, exhaust of love, Until their world of woe uncurled reach out above To where the great black snake of Fate is coiled about The very spine of God, a vine divine, devout. Oh for the blind kiss of the wind, the desert air Thrilling the blue and shrilling through my souls despair ! Oh for the sharp edge of the escarpments of the dunes ! Diffract through haze the rigid rays of the dead moons ! Saturn of lead, and Mars all red, and Venus blue, And purple Jove, lend me your love, as mine to you …
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…l sound of prayer and praise Dies, there one thought alone rules with an iron rod, Flies to the court of our immitigable God Thine, thy great word that thundered out from Calvary. Mine, hast thou heard ? Eli, lama Sabachthani ! Here, every nail that pierced thy hands, that pierced thy feet, Spear, through the veil of thine immortal heart that beat With love supreme, the infinite wrath of God that bent Above, red beam arched fierce across the firmament, Each devils dart strikes through my bosom to rend each chord, Bleach my live heart, send my…
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…! Ah, me unworthy of the love of God ! me stained With every sin, and bruised with every rod ! me drained Of all things, given up to the great King ! me brought By infinite mercy to his banqueting, me wrought Out of myself, out of all earthly taint ! Me shod Even with the silver sandals of a saint of God ! ALESSANDRO. She is with God, not upon earth ! A CITIZEN. Ask for her prayers. MONICA. Thy will be done, thy will, O God, not mine or theirs ! Purge me of will ! It was my wicked will that kept Me back so long, so long, from rousing That which…