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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 31 SCENE III. The steps of St. Marks Church (as in Scene I). A number of passers-by and loungers. Enter LUCREZIA and ZELINA, meeting. LUCREZIA. And so we meet again. Where have you been this while ? ZELINA. Your smiles so sweet it is no wonder you beguile. Oh ! I know well where you have been, false friend ! LUCREZIA. False friend ? How shall I spell it ? ZELINA. How you will. Beware the end ! LUCREZIA. I am sorry. Say what wrong Ive done you. ZELINA. You dont know ? Who stole away my Sandro ? LUCREZIA. Yours ! Three year…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 3 ZELINA. Well, what a lucky chance ! ALESSANDRO. I thought you knew my friend. LUCREZIA. Of course. LORENZO. Too cruel twere To forget me ! ZELINA. God send a breath of ocean air ! Lorenzo, how are you ? LORENZO. O sweetest of the sweet ! What raptures I renew ! 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…
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…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. ALESSANDRO. And not such a bad guess
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… him not ; the plays half played. 2ND MASK. We are his shadows ! ALESSANDRO. Night shall fall. [The men follow MORTADELLO at full speed ZELINA. [Rising.] We are betrayed. Oh, but Ill save him yet ! I see the pretty plot. Ill find a finer fantasy ! LUCREZIA. [Rising and unveiling.] No, you shall not ! Here, for the dagger-stroke you struckthis to your heart ! And this across your face for luckand this for art ! [She stabs her thrice. ZELINA. O devil ! We have slept and waked and played together. LUCREZIA. And now my lust of you is slaked ! …
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…hose 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 vowed ; as Mortadellos bride She would bring poor and proud to fight on Freedoms side. ALESSANDRO. Listen ; in all good faith, I gladly grant you much. Not prone to scoff, and scathe the scutcheon with …
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…rison, servants, etc. THE COUNTESS MAGDALENA PISELLI, the widowed daughter-in-law of the Doge. THE COUNTESS LUCREZIA SANZIO, a gay lady. ZELINA VISCONTI, a courtesan. THE PRINCESS MONICA ARETINO, a saint. THE ABBESS OF THE URSULINES. Venetian ladies, women of the people, courtesans, nuns, etc. xv
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… freedoms 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. Well try it. Can you find A gondola ? LUCREZIA. Theres one in the shadow. ALESSANDRO. Gondolier !
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…ICE 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 off L., and is me…
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…subtle, swarthy-skinned, Coarse-haired, black-eyed, thin, half a gypsy, half a wind Of the stubborn Southyou know. ALESSANDRO. You mean Zelina ? MORTADELLO. Yes. You knew her long ago. Nay, man, no shame. Confess. ALESSANDRO. Ill do the penance first. Will you and she come dine With music unrehearsed to match the mood o the wine ? MORTADELLO. Splendid. ALESSANDRO. Then Ive got a girl to dance to the guitar : She saw the sand-storms whirl down SouthGod knows how far And copies every twitch of their veiled fury of storm. A witcha very witc…
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…palace of COUNT ALESSANDRO. A chamber arrayed for dining, the table being curved like a horse-shoe. MORTADELLO on the right of the host, ZELINA on the right again, then THE FIRST MASK and a Venetian gen- tlewoman. On the left of the host THE SECOND MASK, then a gentlewoman, then LORENZO and another gentle- woman. It is after midnight. The guests are in various stages of intoxication, which ALESSANDRO and THE MASKS only simulate. ALESSANDRO. And thus the banquet ends. MORTADELLO. The god is in the shrine. ALESSANDRO. Prepare yourselves, my frien…
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…g ! ALESSANDRO. These desert girls Show all their hideously hot hearts in the whirls That make us drunk. 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 …
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… are beautiful ! MONICA. Oh no ! but yet my soul Is mighty, I will have you know, to gain its goal. Nowtell me ! is it death you invokeZelinas death ? You want me to give poison, choke the assassin breath ! LUCREZIA. I ask revengenay, justicewhen you come to power. MONICA. So be it, I swear by Christ, Amen ! Await the hour. LUCREZIA. Can you do nothing now ? I ache with impotence. MONICA. Where is she ? LUCREZIA. Know you not ? MONICA. For the sake of God ! LUCREZIA. Offence Alike to Heaven and Earth, she is now the universe To Mortadello …
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… gains to-night the glowing goals of lust and war ! [All dance, fearfully, while LUCREZIA plays wildly, and dances upon the dead body of ZELINA. SCENE IV. Outside St. Marks. Early morning. Enter MORTADELLO wildly with drawn sword, ALESSANDRO, LORENZO, and THE MASKS. MORTADELLO. 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 …
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…obust, 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 looks older. MONICA is of medium height, very thin and serpent-like, her hair black and crisp ; her features like Madonna’s. Her eyes are extraordinarily black, keen, and piercing. Her age is twenty. Her hands and feet are very small and white, her complexion like fine porcelain. THE ABBESS is a gigantic and burly woman of f…
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… of the East, their motion is the form Of foray and of feast, of dusty devil-storm. MORTADELLO. The Mass, what figures ! Pass the wine ! Zelina, curl Your lissom arm, my lass, around me. LORENZO. See the girl At the first twitterings of the gallant guitar Sways like a palm and swings. ALESSANDRO. Nay, trembles like a star ! MONICA. [Sings to an Oriental dance.] The moon is on the horizon ; the desert aches To turn its face to silent space ; I see the snakes And scorpions make orisons to neighbour Night, Their holy hate envenom Fate, envenom Lig…