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76 MORTADELLO ABBESS. You goggle-eyed gudgeon ! I will tear your guts out yet. GOVERNOR. Good Sandro, calm the lady ! ABBESS. I am calm ! Dont fret ! What, gyve and rack for that sweet saint ! GOVERNOR. She asks for it ! Cant you leave well alone ? ABBESS. Oh, sophistry is wit With callous dogs ! GOVERNOR. I serve the dogs ; my prisoners Are no more slaves than I ! ABBESS. Prince of philosophers ! Heres Mortadello ! A CITIZEN. Now, my Governor ! [He throws a knife, THE GOVERNOR ducks and it just misses his head. GOVERNOR. [Pointing to the as…
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…he 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 us ! Strike hard ! Drag forth the caitliff from his hireling body-guard ! Forward the crucifix ! Do you dare loose ? For God And His insulted church ! The path St. Peter trod ! [Brandishing a crucifix, she charges down upon MOR- TADELLO, the crowd following her. MORTADELLO. Stand firm, men ! She is mad ! ALL. …
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…rd to the window. GOVERNOR. Well, shes not dead, you see. Can I do some- thing more To please this noble companyof stinking kelp ? THE ABBESS. [Rushing upon the bridge, her hair dishevelled and her robes torn.] You bastard spawn of Satan, when I want your help I shall know how to ask for it. You grin Who have locked up that Saint of Jesus Christ within Your slimy cells. I know you, Pilate ! GOVERNOR. So you mean Mischief, I gather, Mistress Mary Magdalene ! ABBESS. Good people, can you bear him to insult me ? Hear What horrors I can utter ! G…
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…cession enters. The corpse of MAGDALENA in bride-clothes, veiled in a great chair under a canopy borne by four negroes, MONICA, the LADY ABBESS, nuns and attendants. GABRIELE. Look ! where she bursts, a flower, veiled and voluptuous. Not Venus in her car by doves and sparrows drawn, Not the ethereal star that floats above the dawn, Not the seraphic swan that tempted Leda glowed So white a wonder on the lake. THE USHERS. A road ! A road ! Way for the high Princess, the bride who brings ! Make way ! MONICA. All health and happiness to all men her…
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…ill have it so, Heres hand to hand will give you traitors blow for blow. [They fight, the guard but half-heartedly, and the fury of the Abbess and the people overpowers the discipline and coolness of the others. ALESSANDRO takes no part in the fight. ALESSANDRO. Ho, Governor ! bring her out to the window once again, Or you will see your Doge beneath your window slain ! [THE GOVERNOR looks out, turns sharply, and gesti- culates to MONICA, who comes to the window. MONICA. Dear friends, good citizens ! I beg of you to hear me ! ALESSANDRO. Put up…
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…er-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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…? ORLANDO. Too well for them, dear love, just now ! They have seized a few imprudent friends, they watch the rest. Our hope is, the good Abbess sends a courier pressed To Rome ; the Archbishop doubts his eyes and ears that saw And heard such sacrilege. He lies at odds with law, Hanging on the breath of Rome ; who knows what tale he has told ?
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…arily 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 fifty years old. xvi
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… Need them no more. Then praise with me this period ; I leave you trembling as my soul draws near to God [She goes out on the arm of THE ABBESS. MORTADELLO. My lords, I will have you all to know : I judged her ill. So man distrusts the saintly snow on winters hill, Fearing what suns of spring may send, destruction tear Through larch and pine to village, rend its roofs in air. This is Gods virgin, lords : I bid your hearts with mine Rise in thanksgiving. Love was hid in that cold shrine. And now I bid you welcome well the fairest bride That ev…