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…A. The cup is spiced, But there is none whose thirst may quench itself thereby, And there is none that dares to drench, or drain it dry. ORLANDO. Ah, but again ! [A dull detonation is heard without. MONICA. Hark ! Hark ! O what is that ? ORLANDO. The gate ! Impossible MONICA. Shot follows shot. ORLANDO. They are mad. MONICA. But wait ! Alls silent now. ORLANDO. No ! I hear cries, and blows rung hard On sconce and skull MONICA. Ah ! God, hope dies. [Another detonation is heard. ORLANDO. Theres the petard. They must have blown in the two gates.…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 13 ORLANDO. I ask a gift supreme. MONICA. It suits such service done. ORLANDO. A gift beyond all my dream, and all mens orison. MONICA. Speak ; it is yours. ORLANDO. I ask a rarer prize than life. MONICA. Take off the Sphinxs mask. ORLANDO. 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 sac…
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… ? 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 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…
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…ed me ! MONICA. [Coming out of shelter.] Ay ! detested harlot ! MAGDALENA. Thou ? MONICA. I think you will not lie with Mortadello now ! ORLANDO What, Monica the saint ! MONICA. Oh, you may see my soul ! Blood has washed off the paint ! You were my gain and goal ! Kiss me while she still bleeds ! I am yours, your slave, your toy, The furrow of tropic seeds, black bliss of Afric joy ORLANDO. Frightful and frantic dream ! Portentous, mon- strous omen ! I sail upon a stream of blood of slaughtered foeman ! We shall go far, go far, follow the one …
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56 MORTADELLO 57 LUCREZIA. Oh how I love you. MONICA. Ah ! your love. I pay its price ! Quick, to the door girl. Footsteps. Tis Orlando. LUCREZIA. Yes. MONICA. Do up your hair. Give me one kiss. Oh loveliness ! [A knock. Come in ! Come in ! I have waited long. Enter ORLANDO. LUCREZIA. Farewell, Princess ! MONICA. Farewelland see the guard is strong. [Exit LUCREZIA. ORLANDO. The bloodhounds press Hard on my heels. MONICA. Are we safe here ? ORLANDO. They cannot find The secret passage ; have no fear. MONICA. Oh, love is blind. Did you do wisel…
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…staggers and gasps. SOLDIER. Pardon me ! Alls lost. MONICA. Nay, say nothing yet ! Be of good courage. Gods a host they have not met ! ORLANDO. What is it ? SOLDIER. The damned hunchback tis so bloodily That bears it. The two gates are his. We can but die. ORLANDO. Is he run mad ? A convent ! SOLDIER. Mad ! hes mad with lust And blood. Yet by his side he had the Archbishop. ORLANDO. Trust His wit to find a trick for that ! SOLDIER. So now we fight In the very court. ORLANDO. Ill hurl me at his throat to-night ! Come, sir, your sword in you…
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…ie-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, turning to fight.] Yellow dog ! GABRIELE. Black fiend ! ORLANDO. Beware, I say, that shore thine edge away. GABRIELE. You thresh the air ! ORLANDO. Thou vile distortion of Gods image, this may serve. GABRIELE. I smile. Now at him, sbirri. ORLANDO. By thy backs crooke…
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16 MORTADELLO MONICA. I fear to set the tune ; I fear to cast the throw. ORLANDO. Set back the rising moon ! Fate marches : who says no ? Death broods upon the tide, and love beams far and wide ; You my betrothèd brideathwart 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 di…
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…o heart [His gondola glides off. MAGDALENA. enters further into the house, and the lackeys with their torches follow and close the door. ORLANDO cautiously rises. ORLANDO. Lean from the blind embrasure your bosoms nenuphars. To nights empurpled 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 s…
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…nce clenches knobby fist on you. MONICA. May be ! Ive many a turn and many a twist for such as he. Well, you and I will mock his spite. ORLANDO. A week will send The popular fury to its height. The church will lend Secret support, through blame : she hates the pride Of Mortadello, fans our flame, and swells our tide. Really, their hold upon the State slips every hour. Keep but the hounds at bay MONICA. Wait, waitthe key to power. Are we safe now ? ORLANDO. I hope so. MONICA. Then come hither and take Your right, most masterful of men. ORLAN…
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… all men may be forgiven ! Turn thou their hearts to grace, accept their penitence, That they may see thy face, gain absolution thence ! ORLANDO. Lady, your lifes in danger. While you pray, they plot. MONICA. Sir, is not fear a stranger to love ? ORLANDO. I doubt it not. But hate is stranger too. MONICA. Who hates me ? I hate none. ORLANDO. 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 ! a…
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… 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, shameChrist, Ill drench D…
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…ave thrice earned, be sure !a life both good and great, Protectress of the poor, and saviour of the state. [He retires amid the sbirri. ORLANDO. Madwoman ! we are lost. MONICA. Oh No ! we have gained time. Whose star was never crossed ? Success may crown the crime. First, theres the corpse to find. ORLANDO. What good is that to us ? MONICA. Theres something in my mindits idle to dis- cuss But something whispers we shall need it. ORLANDO. How ?
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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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…sinister, do thou receive her soul Whose body must endure what for myself she craved. A dark deed and impurebut Venice must be saved ! [ORLANDO lands from the gondola. Oh ! is it you so soon ? ORLANDO. I thought I had been slow. MONICA. Cannot we wait ? ORLANDO. Can June save Januarys snow ?
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…ll Count Mortadellos knell, the passing of his soul. MORTADELLO. Fiend ! I will nail 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, slai…
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…LO 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 before him. GAB…
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14 MORTADELLO MONICA. Deaths warrant for my sake ? I never injured him. ORLANDO. A womans hate inspires innocent Seraphim with infamous desires ! MONICA. God pardon Magdalene ! ORLANDO. No hour for grace, alas ! [Aside.] For all the grace I mean shall be the coup de grace ! [He goes off over the bridge. The nuns kneel at MONICAS feet, and clasp her knees. MONICA. Sisters, you heard me. Rise. Home is no more a home. The goal of saintship lies through gates of martyrdom. There are virtues hard as stone ; with such the pit is paved. There are v…
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…to speakfew words, but friendly said, And in St. Marks, at Countess Magdalenas side, You cancel your account in giving him his bride. ORLANDO. Gods wounds ! MONICA. Forgive my friend ; he is distraught. GABRIELE. I weigh His words : I comprehend more than I care to say. [To ORLANDO.] Be of good cheer, in sooth ; theres much in what they say. Though love runs rarely smooth, yet love will find a way. [To MONICA.] And so farewell. MONICA. Farewell ! . . . One word. Would it accord
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…d. I choke. I dare not come. I am broken up and blind With passion. Bring the gondola ! Off Lidos strand Let me adore you on the water. ORLANDO. Ah ! the land Is an unworthy soul to excite our ecstasy, Whose billows rise and roll and tumble like the sea. Lo ! heaven is scarred across by the first moonray ! [The moon rises MAGDALENA. Go ! I pant. I heave. What loss one moment is ! How slow The pulse of the world beats when you are not with me ! ORLANDO. Look ! how the moon defeats the silence of the sea ! I go. [MAGDALENA withdraws, closing the…