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…us. MONICA. The joy it would have been if only she had seen us Thusnearso nearso near MORTADELLO. She played me false ! MONICA. You know The black rocks that uprear amid the tinted snow ! You know what fangs were fleshed on her adulterous throat, How her perfume refreshed the rank reek of the goat ! MORTADELLO. You were his mistress too ! MONICA. I thought the form was due Preliminal to sue exchange of troth with you. MORTADELLO. You mock me and you shock. MONICA. The people wait to see Unlock the barren rock of this fine colloquy. Which w…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 55 LUCREZIA. My pulses beat. MONICA. My skin sheds dew. Now do you know me ? Can the boon you seek escape ? Ah, but your bosom is the moon, your cheek a grape ! Mine are but baby breasts. See here ! Not worth a kiss. Theres nothing for a man to fear in thisor this. LUCREZIA. Oh they are beautiful ! MONICA. Oh no ! but yet my soul Is mighty, I will have you know, to gain its goal. Nowtell me ! is it death you invokeZelinas death ? You want me to give poison, choke the assassin breath ! LUCREZIA. I ask revengenay, ju…
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…waited for ! MORTADELLO. Its omen overcast with crimson clouds of war ! MONICA. Ah ! thats for Venice folk, good sentimental fools ! We know that lifes a joke. MORTADELLO. You play with plaguy tools ! I know you, who you arewanton and murderess. MONICA. Oh, if you knew how far the truth was from your guess ! MORTADELLO. Assassin, hypocriteyour sham stigmata bleed ! MONICA. O man of little wit, O bat of little breed ! They are the very scarsit was mine own surprise. Theres more beneath the stars than meets a critics eyes. MORTADELLO. I kn…
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…ting. LUCREZIA. And so we meet again. Where have you been this while ? ZELINA. Your smiles so sweet it is no wonder you beguile. Oh ! I know well where you have been, false friend ! LUCREZIA. False friend ? How shall I spell it ? ZELINA. How you will. Beware the end ! LUCREZIA. I am sorry. Say what wrong Ive done you. ZELINA. You dont know ? Who stole away my Sandro ? LUCREZIA. Yours ! Three years ago. Is it a crime ? Go take your mirror ; you will see The work of timeblame him instead of blaming me ! ZELINA. Cat ! LUCREZIA. You wear badly.…
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…t This miracle on you. MONICA. And on St. Francis too ! Between the false and true theres wisdoms work to do. MORTADELLO. Well, this I know for sure, you are possessed. MONICA. Possessed ? Ay, there lies many a lure of perfume in my breast. MORTADELLO. Ha ! did Orlando sin with you ? I guessed aright. MONICA. Have you no wage to win ? Days 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…
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…HE ABBESS. [Rushing upon the bridge, her hair dishevelled and her robes torn.] You bastard spawn of Satan, when I want your help I shall know how to ask for it. You grin Who have locked up that Saint of Jesus Christ within Your slimy cells. I know you, Pilate ! GOVERNOR. So you mean Mischief, I gather, Mistress Mary Magdalene ! ABBESS. Good people, can you bear him to insult me ? Hear What horrors I can utter ! GOVERNOR. Horrors, never fear !
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…ght. The lad Means well. ALESSANDRO. I may be odd, but not devoutly bad. 2ND MASK. More than yourselfs at stake. Listen, my friend ; we know For Monicas sweet sake how would you overthrow The Doge ; we want to know what you propose instead. ALESSANDRO. Firstly, I want 2ND MASK. To go to Mortadellos bed. That much your smile portends. ALESSANDRO. Sir, you but brush my hem. Theres many a ray extends from one fair diadem. I see this Doge a fool, a whoremaster, a sot,
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… kisses her upturned face. The people hesitate in astonishment ; some rise ; they murmur confusedly. Friends, I was vowed to Christ. You know, His faithful, know All that He sacrificed to save the world from woe : Thus this last burden He hath laid on me to bear To bring you libertythe answer to my prayer. In ignorance I asked the crown of martyrdom ; My soul serenely basked in that suns holy home. How finer far the work now given me to do, My service not to shirk, a service all for you ! It were an easy ascent to heaven, to have died. How ha…
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45 ACT III SCENE I. The Rialto. Three Jew merchants, meeting. SHACKABACK. OW we shall know the truth, Heres Issachar. ISRAEL. His eyes Half starting from his head with horror and surprise. ISSACHAR. I tell you, it is fierce. Theres nothing to be done. Theres hundred lies about ; I dont trust anyone. Some say the Doge is dead ; 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-d…
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…ermost intent to save our hapless city. O Monica ! the meek and mystic eremite ! ALESSANDRO. No gardeners ? Its odd !O maid ofwho God knows ! LORENZO. Her knees are worn with prayers ! With fasts her frame is weak ! ALESSANDRO. I knowI have been there ! I could not move or speak ! LORENZO. Yours is a loathsome mind. ALESSANDRO. Youcultivate the same ! These ladies you might find reciprocate your flame. With love the man who trifles, advancement surely misses Affairs of state one stifles with very skilful kisses !
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…Angel of Venice ? ALONZO. Flown, good gadgeon, flown ! 3RD RUFFIAN. Twas you that murdered her. ALONZO. My clever fool, I swear I dont know where she is, and by the Mass, dont care. 1ST RUFFIAN. She is the saint of God, the guardian of the city. ALONZO. You should have kept her safeyou didnt. Mores the pity.
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… think you, gentlemen ? ISRAEL. That no one would accept our paper. ISSACHAR. Thats a bar ! SHACKABACK. When youre as old as I, youll know what fools there are. Well, lets be off and tell the Synagogue at once That none may dip into our pockets for the nonce. [They move off gesticulating. SCENE II. The Cabinet of THE DOGE. A couch, on which lies the wounded MORTADELLO, convalescent. THE LORD GABRIELE stands near by, toying impatiently with his rapier. GABRIELE. Gone, like a shooting star. No trace. MORTADELLO. The omens ill. GABRIELE. Ay, …
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…ALESSANDRO. A prudent gardener prunes ; but shall I fix the graff ? 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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… lack is just the laugh of subtle, swarthy-skinned, Coarse-haired, black-eyed, thin, half a gypsy, half a wind Of the stubborn Southyou know. ALESSANDRO. You mean Zelina ? MORTADELLO. Yes. You knew her long ago. Nay, man, no shame. Confess. ALESSANDRO. Ill do the penance first. Will you and she come dine With music unrehearsed to match the mood o the wine ? MORTADELLO. Splendid. ALESSANDRO. Then Ive got a girl to dance to the guitar : She saw the sand-storms whirl down SouthGod knows how far And copies every twitch of their veiled fury of…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 21 MONICA. Who knows ? Dive ! Bear it heedfully. ORLANDO. And whither ? MONICA. To my house. Here ! take my ring. I go to concentrate my power. My sworn allies must know. I join you in an hour. I will make time to-night, though death lurked in the curtain. An hour for our delight, make one dream sure and certain ! Though all else fail, one hour shall spell supreme success, The bee drink of the flower, strength link with loveliness. ORLANDO. Torrents of ravening blood poured from the desolate steeps, Tumultuous fever of f…
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…o for a pedlars wares ! Do you believe him ? Ass ! 1ST VOICE. No, on my soul its true ! I swear it by the Mass. ALESSANDRO. How do you know for sure ? Im Thomas, want to see The prints o the nails, the wound i the side ! 2ND VOICE. Its true, trust me ! 3RD VOICE. And if its true, by God, theres not a man that quails. Well tear the prison down with our own finger-nails. ALESSANDRO. Oh ! wait a little ! Ask the governor ; hes my friend. VOICES. Cut ! Shame ! your friend ! The brute ! The traitor ! ALESSANDRO. Fiddlesticks end ! Silence…
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… 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 troth-plight wife Shall its blade quiver and ache and fret to have her life. Be reassured. MAGDALENA. Death sits, your vassa…
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…O. I want you for my wife. MONICA. My lord, ask something else. I am not worthy of love. ORLANDO. Love, if I read you, spells a word you know not of. Therefore therein for me the supreme triumph lies. [MONICA hesitates and prays silently. MONICA. My Venice, tis for thee I make the sacrifice. Must it be so ? Behold, like babe-soft moons of snow. Moons barely three days old, my virgin breasts aglow. Are these worth Magdalenes, that blaze throughout the night. The swart imperious queens ? O read your heart aright ! Spare me, save Venice ! ORLAN…
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…sting, a sun to shed Life on all wanderers in the maze of love, a moon To curve, and Venus self to craze. LUCREZIA. O tender tune ! You know the secret of all sweetness. MONICA. No ! tis you Who are too fair.
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…ESSANDRO. 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. MONICA. So it may seem to-day, but deaths a surer test. ALESSANDRO. O ! we are all oppressed by this dull haze that hangs. I laugh at gibe or j…