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… ! It is Orlando ! Did you think to steal my swan, Defile the blue-veined breasts this head has slept upon ? MORTADELLO. Detested dog of Hell ! Black spawn o the pit ! Have at thee ! [They cross swords. ORLANDO. I tupped her ! MORTADELLO. By the unknown black bastard that begat thee, You shall do the like no more. ORLANDO. Thou puny puking patch, White-livered, yellow-bellied wittol ! MORTADELLO. Ha ! [He wounds ORLANDO. ORLANDO. A scratch. Theres for your heart, if you have one ! Christ but you were near Hell then ! MORTADELLO. Help ! Help !…
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…eavily, weary, and decrepit. ALESSANDRO. HE streets reek, shimmer, reel, crack with infernal heat ; The suns a raving wheel, a pulse of hell to beat Its hammer on the hours. The heavens have let loose Hells harsh and horrible powers. All earths a smouldering fuse Trained to the final day that fronts the Judgement seat : The elements pass away molten with fervid heat I have lain prostrate, stunned, not moving hand or foot, Morose and moribund, malevolent and mute, Red nightmare hunting down black nightmare in my brain, My consciousness a cro…
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…ORTADELLO Beneath the blessings from her false lips lisped, is choked, The 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, shame…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 63 Hell surges ; all its demons yell with triumph ; fell Swell their appalling choirs the unutterable spell ! Now, the last thrustoh Jesus, bear me to thy side ! Thou, whom I trust, my bridegroom, am I not thy bride ? [MONICA falls in swoon upon the prie-Dieu. A moments silence. Then a sound of cracking wood a door burst inis heard ; the noise of fighting grows louder, and presently ORLANDO and five soldiers enter the Charnel, pursued by THE LORD GABRIELE and his sbirri. GABRIELE. Now, pay thy vices ! ORLANDO. [At th…
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…LO. Ah ! you are on the track. Tis the white poppy holds poison and death. MONICA. Ah, well ! The whitest soul enfolds all mysteries of hell. ALESSANDRO. Ah ! theres a mystics truth. MONICA. Saint Paul infers the same. All beauty and all youth but feed the eternal flame. Saints know, and only saints, the horrors of the soul, Its foul and fiery taints, its nigromancers scroll. Kneel, and love God. Enough if you would fathom hell ! The Path is straight and rough. MORTADELLO. If only it end well. For me the easy way has always proved the best.…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 15 His branding breath to bear me far beyond heaven and hell. Come ! let me hold my crystal cross up to the moon : A guess of gold were at a loss to tell its tune. See ! I draw slowly, lustful bliss my fond regard : The high and holy emblem is a poinard ! Dipped in such slime of Afric that a spider scratch Is mortal. Crime so delicate shall make a match With Mortadello. Filthy hound ! Vile sneering goat ! Soon my bedfellow, this be found thrust through your throat ! The comedy is fierce, is long, is dangerous ; But I am …
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…you up like vermin to a board Murderer of women ! ORLANDO. Ill atone dagger with sword. Heres your false throat, you croaking frog of hell. THE DOGE. [At the door.] Help, friends ! Theres a mad murderer in the church. ORLANDO. And so it ends. [He stabs MORTADELLO, who falls, dragging the sword with him. ORLANDO flees behind the altar and escapes, as nobles, sword in hand, re-enter and pursue him. The bell ceases to toll. THE DOGE. Is Mortadello slain, slain too ? O then let me Pass with the hapless ones into Eternity ? [He falls dead upon t…
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…es fading ? How did the brave Bandello die ? I the lazar-hole, Cursing. LUCREZIA. You rave. ZELINA. Who sent black Straparolas soul To hell ? Your knife. Who stabbed Bartolemmeo ? You LUCREZIA. Did Andreas wife not spit on you ? Who robbed the Jew She slept with ? Faugh ! my stomach turns. ZELINA. It shall, it shall ! Heres all the law one gives to such an animal. [She stabs her ; LUCREZIA wards the blow, but is wounded in the breast. LUCREZIA. Oh ! I am killed. ZELINA. Farewell ! MORTADELLO enters from church. MORTADELLO. Hold ! seize them…
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88 MORTADELLO ALESSANDRO. I sometimes think we are dead, not knowing it at all ; This solid earth we tread hells hated littoral ! Damned beyond hope long since ! MORTADELLO. And how does love support your Fine theory ? ALESSANDRO. Why, prince, the girls inflict the torture. MORTADELLO. Prince ! Then your jest is sharp. You make me out the devil ! ALESSANDRO. No ! Orpheus with his harp to lure us to the level ! Enter LUCREZIA and MONICA. MORTADELLO. Thus far I am with you, the summer rivals Hades. ALESSANDRO. The Church is wiser, too, to leave …
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…s wont to follow night. MORTADELLO. Cynic as wanton. MONICA. Well ? Come, you are cold, you are cold ! MORTADELLO. She-devil sprung from hell ! Where is that bosoms gold Of Magdalene ? cold too ! MONICA. I envied her the bliss. Of her black loveand you ! Now, am I worth a kiss ? MORTADELLO. I have it in my mind to end with you outright. MONICA. And you yourself might find an end before to- night. MORTADELLO. Oh ! you are cunning ! MONICA. Love is given wit, you know. Begotten from above, and nourished from below ! MORTADELLO. Why did you spa…
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…it in your caress, The imminent and intense bolt of your loveliness. MONICA. Well, yours the right reward of love and death. Time calls. Hells master hath toward a banquet in his halls. I am the whirlpools leap wherein the state shall founder Theres many now asleep next week shall slumber sounder. [She glides over the bridge as ORLANDO, stripped, dives for the body of the LADY MAGDALENA.
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…an, sir, path too darkling for my ken. Fail ? God avert the wrath of Mortadello then. I will have you inch by inch pushed screaming into hell The rack, the boot, the winch, the thumbscrews . . . GABRIELE. [Laughing.] Very well !
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…rideathwart her corpse I stride ! Hide there beneath the porch ! Ill strike upon the bell, Kindle the fatal torch to light her soul to hell. [He strikes the bell. MAGDALENA appears at the window, dressed. My Magdalena ! You are ready ? Loves the tune ! Bare me your beauty to the night and the lagoon ! MAGDALENA. I am ready. [She disappears. ORLANDO. To meet God ! your sulky soul must glide In a darker boat than mine, and cross a colder tide. [MAGDALENA opens the door, and comes out. MAGDALENA. See ! but a silken shawl between you and your lo…
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…sus ! 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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…y 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 Black hour of fear, whose leaden wings beat, beat like death. MONICA. Ah ! …
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…static smile steals over her face, lit by the moonrise. Mother of Christ ! I fare too well. By God, I feared To have enticed his soul to hellwhat devil sneered ? It was too much. I am bewitched. I loved him so. Ah God ! I touched. How my soul itched let God not know ! That strong black breast ! Those cruel lips ! Those eyes of fire ! O bitter best, to whirl the whips of black desire ! Bruise me with lust, and tear my flesh, and drink my blood, One poniard thrust, one flail to thresh, one storm to flood My life with death, my soul to charO sp…
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…hroat 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 of glee, a bout Of death, her crimson tongue that drips, that drips with blood, The breath of her dead lovers on her lips. Dear God ! Sweet Christ ! My Virgin, sweeter than the joy thou hadst of love Unpriced, when to thy soft blonde nest thou hadst the Dove, And crushed the Godhead to thy maiden breast, and craved Outgushed the Unction by whose grace the blest are saved Swe…
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… be a serious quarrel about the caesura. This does not always follow the fall of the rime. I have even rimed with the middle of a word : Hell surges ; all its demons yell with triumph : fell Swell their appalling choirs the unutterable spell. Even some of the plain Alexandrines have no proper caesura : Mischief, I gather, Mistress Mary Magdalene ! Here there is no possible beat. I have done this in order to indicate to the actors who will play this comedy if ever there is an English speaking stage
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…CA. Thou, who wast nailed by wicked men upon the cross, Now hear me, assailed by villains. All my gain is loss. Breath fails me, dark as hell mine eyes foresee my doom, Death, stern and stark, the glutton shark the tomb, my bloom Blasted. Thy maid, Lord Christ, kept vigil before Thee, Fasted and prayed, endured a lifes Gethsemane ; Now, scourged and spat upon, mocked before priest and king Thou, gaze on thought, come crowned, come armed, come conquering, Come, save me, save thy maiden ! Strike each barbèd dart Home to the grave convent and cl…