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… head. He is bald, and has fifty years of age. ORLANDO is of gigantic stature, a full negro. He has forty years of age. THE LEGATE is an old and venerable man of ascetic and noble type. MAGDALENA is a tall, robust, and buxom woman of thirty-five years old. Her hair is black, but her complexion pale. LUCREZIA is a tall, robust, and voluptuous woman of twenty-five years old. Her hair is of fine gold, her eyes of pale blue, and her complexion fair and rosy. ZELINA is small and plump. Her hair is brown, and her age nine-and- twenty, though she look…
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…t vainglory, or the confidence of youth ? I would give half my realm for certainty of truth. But oh ! my heart misgives me. Pshaw ! I am old ! I am old ! All will be well, will be well. Buthow these bones are cold !
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… their estates. A third could make us dance To a brick tune. MORTADELLO. The Jewsyou said ? You saw the dog ? GABRIELE. Ay, bearded the old addlehead in Synagogue. MORTADELLO. He furnishes the loan ? GABRIELE. My lord his jaw snapped hard Like an old sharks. I cant afford it : times are hard :
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…! 3RD VOICE. Angel of Venice ! ALESSANDRO. Ding, dong, bell ! Shut up the rattle-shop, its Mass-time ! Nowyou will ? Therehes a fine old boy ! GOVERNOR. Oh, keep the people still ! Ill bring her to the window. [He goes. ALESSANDRO. Ho ! three cheers for her And three more for the good old Governor ! [The crowd cheer lustily. Now, friends, we look to see our virgin lily-bloom From its shy nook expend its infinite perfume. We are like birds that wait the whisper of the wind Whose April words are earnest of the May behind. We are like choirs …
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DRAMATIS PERSONAE THE OLD DOGE. THE COUNT CESARE MORTADELLO. THE THREE, the supreme secret council whose members are known only to the Doge. THE TEN, the second secret council, 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 sta…
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…T II SCENE I. The Piazza de San Marco. In the background, the facade of the church. The people pass. EUPHEMIA. [A girl of nineteen years old, very fair and lovely.]. O Monica relents, proclaims her rivals banns ! GIUSEPPE. [A rough man of the world, burly and jolly.] A proper lesson, you, you cruel courtesans ! EUPHEMIA. When was I cruel ? MATTEO. [A slim dainty debauchee.] Now, and every moment when You are abroad with girls, and not at home with men. MARGARITA. [A plump common-looking girl.] Fie ! youre a brute ! But shall we benefit at all…
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…bed the news your fervour feared. Which of our friends are stabbed, how long the Doges beard Has grown in these three years, the jovial old rogue ! What course his galley steers, what girls are in the vogue ! Lucrezia anyhow is none the worse for wear ; For here she comes, I vow ! LORENZO. O fairest of the fair ! ALESSANDRO. Zelina on her arm. LORENZO. You craze ! Youll surely come to harm from sleeping in her rays ! Enter LUCREZIA and ZELINA. LUCREZIA. Sandro ! ZELINA. Its Sandro ! ALESSANDRO. Yes ! LUCREZIA. We thought you were in France. …
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…. I am surrounded by a gang of sots. MORTADELLO. The knave ! THE DOGE. Oh, Magdalena ! oh my daughter ! Did the grave That yawned for my old bones catch thy young antelope spring ? MORTADELLO. Mother of God ! to find the slave that did this thing. Ill torture first the torturers to stimulate Device and practice. ORLANDO. [Rushing from behind the altar.] Now look up and face thy fate ! 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 p…
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…e must be tended. Well. No ! take my shirt ! Staunch the dear breast. A miracle. 4. After the fourth foot : Serene, august, untroubled, cold, her prayers are worth More than our steel, more than our gold, that bind the earth. 5. After both second and fourth feet : Come, let me hold my crystal cross up to the moon ! A guess of gold were at a loss to tell its tune. 6. After the first foot : Bow down to the cross ! His love purge thee : His Passion save thee ! Christ crown the work ! Here is the blessing that he gave thee ! 7. After the first and …
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…lowed by many nobles and burgesses. Most welcome, holy father ! You were not hurt at all ? LEGATE. Not hurt, but shaken rather. Mine are old bones to fall. MONICA. Welcome my lords ! You, too, are welcome citizens ! All your attention due to hear his eminence Speak for his Holiness the Pope. LEGATE My friends, I came Charged with all strain and stress to watch a glamoured game. I watched. I waited. Not one word have I let fall. It was enough to allot your portions to you all. One I found faithful, one ; your devilish Doges wife, The saint and …
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…arred ; the little rift appeared in the lute of the perfect dinner. Again, the only proper wine (as far as colour goes) is tawny port or old brown sherry ; and these are not possible with Filets de Sole Dugléré ; they would even tend to over-whelm the truffles. I resolved upon an austere and ceremonial course. Cold consommé after the melonpale dawns of the rich gold of that Ineffable Champagne Sauceto serve as a lustration, an asperging. Then Oeufs aux Ecrévissesthe sunrise tinged with bloodthe puri- fication by fire. Then the full rage of …
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…ople 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. Thats a bar ! SHACKABACK. When youre …
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…ey is money : Ive too much in desperate ventures ; Ive lost ten thousand sequins, such are Fates calentures. MORTADELLO. This is the old tale. GABRIELE. So I sneered. He looked me hard Between the eyes, and in his beard his malice jarred. Heres a doubloon : you promise me seven more to- morrow ? Back in my pouch I slap it. See ? MORTADELLO. You could not borrow Upon the credit of the State ? GABRIELE. Not one doubloon. MORTADELLO. Why, this is treason ! GABRIELE. That or Fate. MORTADELLO. Knave or buffoon, Ill tan his hide. Dye think …
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…ases of silver. MORTADELLO. What flagons ! ALESSANDRO. Ay, Cellinis masterpiece. 1ST MASK. And these ? ALESSANDRO. Dug recently from an old grave in Greece. But thats the shell ; the truth lies darkling in the deep.
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…he 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 ! ORLANDO. No. This one thing I demand. To melt your shroud of snow, my sultry sun to brand Your bosom with its fierce intent, its angry ray. MONICA. Our Lady, still they pierce Thy h…
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…rink 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 ! MORTADELLO. It seems Im bound to shut my mouthbut may I think ? 1ST MASK. What do you mean ? MORTADELLO. I meanI will not tell you what. Pass round the wine. Gods teen ! Am I the Doge or not ? Heres to the Pope ; I fear…
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…he simplicity of the rest. MONICA. [Alone at the prie-Dieu.] No news ! No word of Mortadellos fate ! No hope. To bruise the head of the old snake, the State. No scope To loose on him the white fangs of my hate. I grope A night so dark, so trembling, so obscure, so fierce No light comes filtered from the dawn, so pure to pierce This web of woe. Ah ! God, I ache for turn of tide At ebb. Then let the moonrise kindle and burn beside The sunset. God ! if I have loved thee in truth, adored As none before me, given all my youth, dear Lord, To Thee, n…