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1912 · PDF PAGE 16

Mortadello

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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1912 · PDF PAGE 20

Mortadello

… Obeyed it His law when you discourse so airily thereon ? I think you make the source of all things—the Sorbonne ! ALESSANDRO. Well, the three years we spent were worth a score at home. LORENZO. I am glad enough we went ; but all roads lead to Rome. ALESSANDRO. All yours to sentiment ! Well, here we are at home. And nobody has blabbed the news your fervour feared. Which of our friends are stabbed, how long the Doge’s beard Has grown in these three years, the jovial old rogue ! What course his galley steers, what girls are in the vogue ! Lucrezi…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 31

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…rays 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 Magdalene’s, that blaze throughout the night. The swart imperious queen’s ? 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 heart. ORLANDO. You answer nay ? MONICA. I answer…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 109

Mortadello

…e 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 small square table in the middle of the room holds four candles in iron candlesticks ; the candles themselves are of black wax. Two of the thrones are occupied by masked men ; the third is empty. Near the table stands ALESSANDRO, gorgeously dressed in white velvet, with a great crimson cloak. He is toying with his hat and rapier. ALESSA…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 89

Mortadello

…ow—you will ? There—he’s a fine old boy ! GOVERNOR. Oh, keep the people still ! I’ll 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 of angels that wait seven by seven What time aspires and assumes the Virgin to his Heaven God ! We are—oh…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 63

Mortadello

45 ACT III SCENE I. The Rialto. Three Jew merchants, meeting. SHACKABACK. OW we shall know the truth, Here’s Issachar. ISRAEL. His eyes Half starting from his head with horror and surprise. ISSACHAR. I tell you, it is fierce. There’s nothing to be done. There’s hundred lies about ; I don’t trust anyone. Some say the Doge is dead ; some say it’s the Princess ; I can’t see anyone ; there’s hundred lies, no less. Look, here’s the nice young Count Alonzo. SHACKABACK. Good, my sons. I will ask him myself : I lent him money once. Enter ALONZO. Good-d…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 41

Mortadello

…na’s face ; Madonna’s 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

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1912 · PDF PAGE 24

Mortadello

… fear abroad, a bilboes of con- straint The irons are not rusted that hold our folk in fee ; And Mortadello’s trusted—the trusted of the Three. ALESSANDRO. Well, I am freedom’s friend : my sword is idle long. When I am wanted, send. LUCREZIA. God keep your purpose strong. But what a blistering night ! ZELINA. I stifle. LORENZO. Is there wind, Should we row seaward ? LUCREZIA. Light. ALESSANDRO. We’ll try it. Can you find A gondola ? LUCREZIA. There’s one in the shadow. ALESSANDRO. Gondolier !

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1912 · PDF PAGE 49

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…ware the end ! LUCREZIA. I am sorry. Say what wrong I’ve done you. ZELINA. You don’t 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 time—blame 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 you’re 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. Cat’s eyes…

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…enew ! I kiss your hands and feet ! And you, Lucrezia, deign to throw one scornful glance— ALESSANDRO. Remember your poor swain has been three years in France ! LUCREZIA. [To ALESSANDRO.] Who could be happier than I to put in those These hands ? ZELINA. [To ALESSANDRO.] I’ll rival her as far as welcome goes. ALESSANDRO. I’ve come from Paris crowned for being cold and clever ; Lorenzo will be found more amorous than ever. You’ve ruffled all my hair ; to him your hearts are stone. Please to make him your care, and leave my locks alone ! LUCREZIA.…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 122

Mortadello

…tar to crown your foam : Saint Monica receives the full support of Rome ! 2ND MASK. [Showing a parchment.] Most secret in the State, the Three have stood apart, Ruling the pulse and rate of all the civic heart. For them I speak : they vow to place the Ducal Cap On the Princess’s brow, the sceptre in her lap.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 36

Mortadello

…ust 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. GABRIELE. Nay, lady, never kneel ! I am come in peace. Attend ! This is my warrant. Since dissensions are so rife, That Venice and its prince are seething with the …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 48

Mortadello

…s. 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 God’s ; may He grant the flower ! MORTADELLO. Father, I take my leave ; to-morrow’s 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 …

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…is the juicy bone for angels to suck dry. LORENZO. She is the compass, she is the loadstone of the State. ALESSANDRO. She is the one-two-three when Hebrews Cal- culate. LORENZO. She is the serene saint whose prayers are pure perfume. The soul without attaint, the bud, the beeless bloom ! LUCREZIA. Indeed, you are too sharp, dear Sandro ! ZELINA. Wicked man ! ALESSANDRO. She earns the crown and harp ! ZELINA. I am a courtesan ; And this I tell you sir, that every fool of love In Venice looks to her as to Our Lady above. Would she were not thus v…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 123

Mortadello

…CA 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 joins MONICA, kneeling My good lord here shall guide, his wit and wisdom serve, Should Monica his bride stumble or slip or swerve. [LUCREZIA joins MONICA, kneeling. My lady here shall melt my heart, if toil and power Harden what once it felt, make snow of summer shower. I…

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