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32 MORTADELLO ZELINA. Cesspool of lust ! LUCREZIA. See, theres a beggar might take pity And share his crust with you. ZELINA. You scour-pot of the city ! LUCREZIA. Take care ! ZELINA. Take care of what ? LUCREZIA. Of all your own diseases ! You poison air ; be off, and dont pollute the breezes. ZELINA. Oh ! Ill be gone. To talk to you is too degrading. Who ruined John of Padua ? How came Carlos roses fading ? How did the brave Bandello die ? I the lazar-hole, Cursing. LUCREZIA. You rave. ZELINA. Who sent black Straparolas soul To hell ? Y…
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…HE ANGEL OF VENICE 7 THE GONDOLIER. Ay ! Ay ! my lord. ALESSANDRO. Outrun the dolphin and the deer ! Murano ! LUCREZIA. [To ALESSANDRO.] Take my waist. ZELINA. [To ALESSANDRO.] And mine. ALESSANDRO. Oh ! not so fervent. Im anxious to be chaste ; Lorenzo is your servant. LORENZO. I love them ; they despise so poor a thing as I. ALESSANDRO. I laugh at them ; they rise to the occasion. LORENZO. Why ? ALESSANDRO. This was the primal curse, the climax of the rancorous. That girls should be perverse, and cavaliers cantankerous. [The gondola moves of…
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… Pope. MORTADELLO. All I have played for, all my life long, lost ! MONICA. No, won ! Theres naught beyond recall, no deed to be undone. Take Venice, take the throne, take favour and success All yours and yours alonein married happiness ! A price to pay that most would call a prize to pluck ! MORTADELLO. Oh, I am like to boast of such a piece of luck ! Not for one instant dream that Im your dupe. Your hate Glows forth its icy gleam from eyes emasculate ! MONICA. Oh, I will teach you how those eyes can burn and glow, Swear the volcanic vow wit…
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… MONICA. See Mortadello bloom, a poppy ! ALESSANDRO. Which you nip. Its colour and perfume were stolen from your lip. MONICA. I dare not take my own. ALESSANDRO. Not I the flower I need. MONICA. My hope is overblown, yet will not scatter seed. 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…
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… 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 sacrifice. Must it be so ? Behold, like babe-soft moons of snow. Moons barely three days old, my…
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…ur. 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. ORLANDO. I thirst to slake My beings torment at your breast. MONICA. If earth be all, I have all heaven in the rest to be your thrall. If earth be naught, what heaven may give who knows or cares ? I only ask an hour to livein these blue airs ! ORLANDO. Ah, give me all ! MONICA. I am your slave. Take all. ORLANDO. Ah Christ ! There is no man can content the grave.
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…for me ! Well, 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 no…
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…greed. ALESSANDRO. The dog must have his day. Oh ! but youre hurt ! MORTADELLO. Young man ! she shall be tended. ALESSANDRO. Well. No ! take my shirt. Staunch the dear breast ! MORTADELLO. A miracle It missed her heart. Give thanks to God, young sir. A PHYSICIAN, entering hastily, L PHYSICIAN. Make way ! Alls well. My art can save her. ALESSANDRO. Sure ? PHYSICIAN. If skill can say ! See ! theres no dirt or venom on the dagger-blade ; A simple hurt five days will cure. Be not afraid. MORTADELLO. Begone then. Nows the hour when Morta- dello …
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… 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. Paint conceals the sallow skin. What hides how sadly falls the flesh was fair within ? ZELINA. So youre the vogue to-day ? Oh, we have heard of that, But that same rogue will turn your plumpness into fat. LUCREZIA. You scurril thing ! ZELINA. Cats eyes, cows belly, and bears feet ! If …
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110 A NOTE ON THE ALEXANDRINE 3. After the second foot : Oh ! but youre hurt ! Young man ! she 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 t…
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…he 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 trust. MORTADELLO. Trust me to strike, my father. THE DOGE. Son, we are but dust [They greet solemnly, and MORTADELLO departs by the secret entry. Is it vainglory, or the confidence of youth ? I would give half my realm for certainty of truth. But oh ! my h…
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… our Lady ! 8TH VOICE. There ! There ! 9TH VOICE. Good wine needs no bush. 10TH VOICE. The boaster ! 7TH VOICE. Have a care ! 6TH VOICE. Take that ! MONICA enters, attended by two nuns. MONICA. Good gentlemen ! what means this stir and strife ?
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…g ! Well batter in his bones ! [They hurl sticks and other missiles at the window. Some begin to break down the wall of the bridge, and take the stones. THE GOVERNOR and his men are driven in. MORTADELLO and a com- pany of bowmen arrive. MORTADELLO. Ah, dogs, do you rebel ? You have to deal with us ! Bolt to the crossbow men ! Fuse to the arquebus ! Mow them like grass before the sickle ! They give back. Whip them to kennel ! [The crowd waver. ABBESS. [Rushing forward.] Men ! are you men ? To the attack ! The tyrants in our hands ! God is for…
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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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…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. MORTADELLO. Then this dogs life of man and wife 1ST MASK. Oh, strife be stilled ! 2ND MASK. My lord, consider. MORTADELLO. What ? Who beards me, balks me ? ALESSANDRO. I Beseech your Highness. MORTADELLO. Well ! MONICA. Oh let me prophesy !
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…nd the cross, What, shall His servants burn to avenge some paltry loss ? For shame, good Mother ! Duke, I beg to speak with you. I would take counsel with you how to quell this brew Of witches storm. Mount hither, I beseech you ! Friends, God will instruct us yet how all the turmoil ends. Wait here, and pray for me, that wisdom may inform My helmsman to ride through the centre of the storm ! MORTADELLO. Princess, you earn my thanks, even as you break my pride. I will speak with you, shamed. I would that I had died There at the hands of the mob…
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…O. God ! God ! the foam of stars ! the towers of iron ! the stairs ! The crested comb of demon powers that flares and flares ! The devil take the toasured louse ! Ill trim his tail ! For Gods sake get thee to thy house, unruly snail ! Why are those eyes so black and big ? That mouth so sharp ? I see the skies : they dance a jig to Davids harp. Boo ! Boo ! Shes fled, the poisonous bitch, livid and lean. And when I wed the crazy witch, God came between. Oh ! there are miles between her skin and my good sword ! Seal up her smiles, and thrust i…
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… LUCREZIA.] What news from Venice then ? Why, my Lucrezia, you are fair ! The wound is healed ? Why, well, then ! Do we still despair to take the field ? LUCREZIA. Still in his iron gauntlet gripped the city squirms. MONICA. Then Mortadello has not slipped off to the worms ? No ? All the better in the end ! Your eyes shall blaze With a new light. Ay ! foe and friend in stunned amaze Shall see a slight not Christendom saw yet ! Now then, Where is Orlando ? Will he come, black pearl of men ? LUCREZIA. He comes to greet your Highness. MONICA. Now …
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…d only knows, The mob, the merchants MORTADELLO. Pah ! GABRIELE. My spies lean to suppose A third of us, by greed sharp spurred, would take the chance To treble 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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…ut 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 dare not break. [He turns, GABRIELE has entered. Well, sir, and is the battle set ? GABRIELE. Alls won, my lord. Fate turns your humble ministress. The Countess Magdalene is lodged with the Princess.