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…ajesty be all, And in humility endure what may befall. For you, most high Princess, yet a third loads to bear. The state that loves its lord is hungry for his heir. Ay, to this end, indeed, was marriage first ordained, And to this end to-day is by the Church sustained. Even as the Church to Christ (Beneath reflects Above !) You owe your lord respect, obedience, and love. [To MORTADELLO.] As Christ delights in Her for whom He gave His life, So cherish and defend and pleasure in your wife. Now, if in Heaven indeed be made and sealed a match MOR…
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…ot ! [ALESSANDRO interposes, and beats off the crowd with scabbarded 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 tr…
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18 MORTADELLO My arm about your waist, its fellow on my sword ! To the gondola ! [The LORD GABRIELE and his sbirri appear running, upon the bridge. ORLANDO. Too late ! we must face Venice now. MONICA. I am at the height of Fate ! GABRIELE. Halt there ! ORLANDO. Who calls ? GABRIELE. Allow The warrant of the Three ! I have a word to speak To the Princess. MONICA. To me ? My lord, I am too weak To move against your will. I only ask to go, As is my custom still, a pilgrim to and fro Among my poor, to heal, to comfort, to befriend [She kneels befo…
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… officer is on guard at the door. A knock. The officer opens and whispers with another officer who is on guard without. THE OFFICER. The Lord Gabriele begs the favour of audience Of His Highnesss most high serene magnificence. THE DOGE. Admit him. [THE OFFICER goes out to obey. Finish the draft as I said. Note down our new intents In the matter of Turin ; rejoin me in an hour. THE SECRETARY. I humbly take my leave, my lord. [THE DOGE goes to the window. THE DOGE. The heavens lower Surly and sultry still, black fiends of cloud that threat And …
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…TADELLO SHACKABACK. They think we Jews must crouch and cringe ; Butpowers the door itself, and money is the hinge. ISSACHAR. 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 W…
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…nk. MORTADELLO. Oh ! let us drink ! ZELINA. Pass round the wine ! I have a fear, a fret. MORTADELLO. O damnably divine ! MONICA. Will my lord taste the desert drug ? One grains enough For all unchaste perverse fantastic dreams of love. All the black bliss that crime contains, subtly obscene, Lurks in its kiss. O bowers of bronze ! O glades of green ! O Gods and Jinn that hide within the honied bead ! All pride and prize of all life lies within one seed. Take it and wish ! I swear the word shall be fulfilled ! [She offers the hashish potion. MO…
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…ld. 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 vassal, in your eyes. MORTADELLO. I swear by Mary and the Mass, your rival dies. MAGDALENA. Then go, my knight and king. I love you. MORTADELLO. Queen, good-nigh…
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…s 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, is all of ebony ; the hangings and curtains are of black. A sm…
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…E DOGE. Call it one ! Is there no risk of storm before the night whose fall Is certain as the death that must envelop all ? GABRIELE. My lord, be of good cheer. Though dusk devour us soon. Remember we have made alliance with the moon THE DOGE. I am satisfied. We float, a serviceable bark. For you remains reward, the Lion of St. Mark. [He throws the chain and symbols over the shoulders of GABRIELE, who kneels and kisses his hand Now, are the ten waiting ? GABRIELE. So I believe, my Lord. THE DOGE. Call them ! [GABRIELE goes to the throne, and, p…
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… I prefer them slim ! [To the lady beside him.] Heres to your eyes, my dove ! [All appear startled and shocked. 2ND MASK. Take care, my lord, I hope You will not allow love to make you slight the Pope ! 1ST MASK. Then drink his Holiness, and get the business done. 2ND MASK. A pretty sort of mess you have just missed, my son ! LORENZO. Oh heres the good old Pope, long may he live and reign ! And when he dies, I hope he may rise again. [All but MORTADELLO drink saying The Pope. 2ND MASK. Easy, lad, easy. But, my lord, you do not drink ! MORT…
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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,…
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…ncense scimitar-curled to storm the stars ! Your homage, gentlemen. The oath upon my sword. ALL. We swear to follow and obey thee as our lord. THE DOGE. Tis sworn. Retire, and one by one re-entering Unmask, and kiss the hand of who shall be your king. [All bow and retire. Then they enter, unmask, kiss the hand of MORTADELLO, reveil and depart. MORTADELLO. [To the first.] I am glad your worth and wisdom are appreciated. [To the second.] Does the whole earth contain a wiser, holier head ? [To the third.] Greetings my lord. I was sure indeed you …
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…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 cloister of my heart, Where all thine anguish in mine own repeats each phrase. There all loves languish, there all…
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…ere shall I lead you now ? MONICA. To my own house, I pray. MORTADELLO. And will your love allow the word I have to say ? MONICA. Ah, my lord, your fool will whisper by and by. I am faint yetwe rule in Venice, you and I ! [They go toward the door, her hand upon his shoulder, her face, turned away from him, illumined with a sinister smile.
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…LANDO. I dare not tell you who it is : I am undone I am the bondslave of a curse. I dare not tell. MONICA. You are the slave of love. My lord, I know you well. The Doges daughter plays upon your innocence. Ay ! and the State decays, caught by her crapulence. Are you a man of faith, of loyalty and honour, To save her from the scathe intrigue hes put upon her ? [A pause. ORLANDO is torn by conflicting emotions. ORLANDO. Ill save you. Will you give your servant his reward ? MONICA. That will I, as I live, if mine to give, my lord !
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…ouncil, whose members are known only to the Doge and The Three. THE COUNT ALESSANDRO, an extravagant. THE COUNT LORENZO, his friend. THE LORD GABRIELE, a hunchback, one of The Three. THE COUNT ALONZO, one of The Ten. ORLANDO, a negro of the Tunisian Sudan, a bravo. THE LEGATE OF THE POPE. The archbishop, bishops, clergy, sbirri, gondoliers, Jew merchants, bravos, officers of state, secretary to the Doge, soldiers, sentinels, bodyguards, the governor of the prison, servants, etc. THE COUNTESS MAGDALENA PISELLI, the widowed daughter-in-law of the…
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… 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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…thers cause enough. ALESSANDRO. No, highness, I am ill ; I have been crossed in love. MORTADELLO. Loves easy to be won. ALESSANDRO. My lord, you find it so. Its simple for the sun to set the field aglow ! But Im a star obscure, fantastical, forsooth ! And how should I allure and catch capricious youth ? MORTADELLO. Well, may you win ! But how allure the wanton air To breathe upon my brow ? I tell you, I despair. Your garden has a touch of freshness, I admit. ALESSANDRO. A little but not much. MORTADELLO. But Venice is the pit. S
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…! Princess, I arrest you in the Doges name. MONICA. Arrest ! GABRIELE. No less ! MONICA. [Rising with arms outstretched.] Nay, look, my lord, behold my hands, my breast, My feet ! [It is seen that she bears the bleeding stigmata of Christ. GABRIELE. What ! THE SOLDIERS. Tis a miracle of God. GABRIELE. You fools ! Deceit o the devil, rather. Will you be the tools Of a whore ? MONICA. [Raising her crystal cross and advancing upon him
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…. [To the ninth.] Sir, I am glad to meet you. May our friendship lime All joys it had imagines. Farewell for the time. [To THE DOGE.] My lord, you whelm the spirit. If such mystery In my realm of the Ten, what shall I deem of the Three ? THE DOGE. My son, the keys of power are in your hand this hour. The garden is yours ; the shower is Gods ; may He grant the flower ! MORTADELLO. Father, I take my leave ; to-morrows busi- ness presses. Venice shall wake to joy-bells. THE DOGE. Make the wildernesses To blossom like the rose, my God, in whom I …