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MORTADELLO 
 
ALONZO.  Oh, well, the Doge is dead.  To-morrow they 
proclaim. 
Succeeding in his stead Count Mortadello’s name. 
SHACKABACK.  And where’s the good Princess ? 
ALONZO. 
 
With murder on her head 
And riot and revolt—it’s natural she fled ! 
SHACKABACK.  They’ve put her at a pre ? 
ALONZO. 
 
Why, no !  and that’s amazing. 
ISSACHAR.  Here comes the crowd ;  my God, is everybody 
crazing ? 
A VOICE.  [Without.]  There goes a noble, there.  Catch him and 
question him ! 
SHACKABACK.  That’s you they mean. 
ALONZO. 
They dare ? 
SHACKABACK. 
 
They’ll tear you limb from limb. 
Go quickly. 
ALONZO.  No.  You dogs, what do you want with me ? 
 
The crowd enter. 
A RUFFIAN.  Where is the murdered Monica ? 
ALONZO. 
 
And what has she 
To do with such a rabble ?  Clear the bridge.  Begone ! 
2ND RUFFIAN.  Where is the Angel of Venice ? 
ALONZO. 
 
Flown, good gadgeon, flown ! 
3RD RUFFIAN.  ’Twas you that murdered her. 
ALONZO. 
 
My clever fool, I swear 
I don’t know where she is, and by the Mass, don’t care. 
1ST RUFFIAN.  She is the saint of God, the guardian of 
the city. 
ALONZO.  You should have kept her safe—you didn’t.  More’s 
the pity.