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…r with this red steel ! Advance ! Array ! Array yourselves as brides ; these bloody robes are mine. Blood on my breasts ! Storm rides at last the Apennine ! Bend yourselves ! Swing you with the blast ! The raging revel Bring all of us, yea, all, at last, to dare the devil !
…E 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 the door…
…st ! [She holds out her hands toward the soldiers, wrist to wrist. SOLDIERS. O we dare not ! MONICA. Your queen commands ; these are the last Of all the words that I shall say till Heaven opes. This is the golden gate and way of all my hopes. THE LIEUTENANT. High saint and virgin, we obey. MONICA. Make fast the ropes ! [They bind MONICA in silence, weeping, and lead her away.
…azure sown thick with squandered stars ! [The window opens, and MAGDALENA appears. The heavens open ! MAGDALENA. Thou ! Orlando, thou at last ! The skies are stainless nowall day were overcast. ORLANDO. Fair Magdalena ! Twinned the moons are ? MAGDALENA. And my face ? ORLANDO. How should a soul that sinned behold the utmost grace ? MAGDALENA. Fierce as this windless night my daylong hunger burns.
…TTEO. 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
…agined pain, All being dulled and dense, this one chord twanged, the lust That stirs its somnolence, a serpent in the dust ; The lust at last to win my Monica to me, Bathe in the fires of sin through blind eternity ! Beat, beat ! A giant beast is throbbing in my blood How turn the fast to feast, the drought again to flood ? If I could guess the thought behind those icy eyes. I would have blithe, lithe sport with the cunning cockatrice ! T
…: Come, save me, save thy maiden ! Strike each barbèd dart Home to the grave convent and cloister of my heart, 9. After the fifth foot : Last, to the lords who by their attitude applaud This day of burial to faction, feud, and fraud.
…EMIA. 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 breaks, a temple is defiled : Your Princess Monica is found to be with child. GIUSEPPE. H…
…. So now we fight In the very court. ORLANDO. Ill hurl me at his throat to-night ! Come, sir, your sword in your left hand ! Strike one last blow ! SOLDIER. I am your servant to command. ORLANDO. [To MONICA.] Now pray ! MONICA. O no ! I will compel the Christ to hear ! My fierce demands Shall strike again the Romans spear in those pale hands ! Go, and God guard you ! ORLANDO. Never fear ! our storm-star stands. [ORLANDO, with drawn sword, and the soldier rush out. MONICA kneels again at the prie-Dieu, with outstretched hands, the nails clench…
…spiring 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.
…here is the En- chantment) enough of it not to care any more whether I liked it or not. This with the coffee, and a cigar long enough to last through the scene that I was writing. If there is any imperfection in this scenethe third of the Third Actit is either the fault of the Veuve Clicquot, or my own fault. This went on very well for a while, and then fresh trouble arose. The Giaconda was stolen from the Louvre, and my thoughts were turned for the fraction of an aeon to Lionardo when the Devil sent a young lady (from the solitudes of Mount …
…IELE. No murmur or of discontent or adulation. Absolute silence eloquent of sheer damnation. 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 !…
…the scene she throws off her reserved and modest manner, and behaves as a shame- less and alluring wanton. MORTADELLO. And so we meet at last ! MONICA. The hour I 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 o…
…e your thought. A need at Rome for more divines ! The legatewell, God speed him through the Apennines ! 1ST MASK. But here the girls at last come swaying up the stair. And how their tresses cast faint fragrance on the air !
OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 39 Farewell, my liege, my lords, I leave at last the world ! You who were all my thoughts, my hopes, my joys, my cares, A weight to gravitate, 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,…
…nd happiness to all men here to-day ! With homage to the Doge my word is well begun. Next to the most high prince invulnerable, his son. Last, to the lords who by their attitude applaud This day of burial to faction, feud, and fraud. God and his blessed Son and Holy Ghost attest Their sanction and their seal on whom we boast our best, When in the sacred bonds of Hymen he is wed To her we boast our fairest. Tyranny is dead In this great hour. For memy day of force is done ; My mission is achieved, my latest course is run. I have striven to save…
…eed : 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 glory to His Son, And glory to His Spirit, the eternal Three in One ! I humbly kneel and swear all truth and faith to keep, All power of all my prayer, all vigil to your sleep ! [COUNT ALESSANDRO…
…r 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 harder to consent to be your Doges bride ! Praise me not ; still I smart ; half renegade…