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MORTADELLO ; OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE
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MORTADELLO ; OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 37 The Angel of Venice has laid down at the summons of the Lord The wreath and harp and crown, takes up the shield and sword. Oras you will. Enoughwhether one groans or smiles To call me still the Angel of the City of the Isles. [They go into the church. SCENE IV. The Church of St. Mark. THE DOGE, enthroned, surrounded by ecclesiastical dignitaries as for a marriage. COUNT MORTADELLO standing on the R. of THE DOGE. Many nobles gathered. THE DOGE. The bride is late. Youre sure alls well ? GABRIELE. I stake my head…
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MORTADELLO OR THE ANGEL OF VENICE A COMEDY BY ALEISTER CROWLEY LONDON WIELAND AND COMPANY 3. GREAT JAMES STREET, BEDFORD ROW MCMXII
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 73 3RD VOICE. If your gargoyle spout Truth, show us the Princess ! 1ST VOICE. Ay, bring her out ! ALL. Bring her out ! ALESSANDRO. Hush, friends. Thats not so mad. Come, Governor, these folk Are not so bad at heartbut they cant see a joke ! 1ST VOICE. Devil a joke ! The angel murdered in her cell ! 2ND VOICE. The martyred maiden ! 3RD VOICE. Angel of Venice ! ALESSANDRO. Ding, dong, bell ! Shut up the rattle-shop, its Mass-time ! Nowyou will ? Therehes a fine old boy ! GOVERNOR. Oh, keep the people still ! Ill br…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 107 LORENZO. [Showing a parchment.] And let me say the same, good lords my countrymen, On their behalf who claim to sit among the Ten. PRINCE JULIO. The nobles are agreed : long live the fair Princess ! Her reign shall be the seed and flower of our success ! A CITIZEN. We have seen troublous times : at last good fortune smiles ! Heres glory to the Angel of the City of the Isles ! [MONICA assumes throne ; all applaud and do homage, MONICA comes forward and kneels be- fore THE LEGATE. MONICA. Now glory be to God, and glor…
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108 MORTADELLO ALL. All glory to the Angel of the City of the Isles ! [All go out quietly, except ALESSANDRO and LUCREZIA, who remain with MONICA, kneeling in prayer. As they are left alone, MONICA extends her arms and crushes their mouths against her face. CURTAIN.
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 105 SCENE V. The Palace of the Doge. The Throne-room. MONICAALESSANDROLUCREZIA. A distant bell, the Great Bell of St. Marks, still tolls. MONICA. Embrace me ! Here we stand at the cross-roads of Fate. Enlace me ! hand in, hand what ardours we await ! The merry play is played, the comedy that Pan On very Ida made, the comedy of man ! LUCREZIA. I gave her steel to twist and writhe herself upon. MONICA. One flicker of my wrist, and his black soul was gone. ALESSANDRO. I have done nothing yet. MONICA. Oh, you have laughed…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 53 LUCREZIA. The Angel of Venice prays. Dear God, what rich perfume Must flood the starry ways, a fragrant lily-bloom ! Dare I disturb the wreaths that curl toward God ? MONICA. Amen ! LUCREZIA. How like a babe she breathes ! MONICA. [Rising and going to greet 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 th…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 47 I wash my hands of the whole thing. But Ill say this : I think she aimed too high, and having made a miss, Took her revenge. 2ND RUFFIAN. Revenge ? Blasphemer, hold your tongue. ALONZO. Be careful, youre so beautiful, you may die young. Doesnt your Doges daughter lie deadand foully dead Because your virgin itched for Mortadellos bed ? 1ST RUFFIAN. Over the bridge with him ! 2ND RUFFIAN. Over ! [They seize ALONZO. SHACKABACK. Stay friends ! 3RD RUFFIAN. Dog Jew ! You say a word, well duck your lousy carcass too…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 85 But that I like the taste let all our future show ! Your arm about my waistwalk to the windowso ! [MORTADELLO opens the window, and drawing MONICA to him, kisses her upturned face. The people hesitate in astonishment ; some rise ; they murmur confusedly. Friends, I was vowed to Christ. You know, His faithful, know All that He sacrificed to save the world from woe : Thus this last burden He hath laid on me to bear To bring you libertythe answer to my prayer. In ignorance I asked the crown of martyrdom ; My soul sere…
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MORTADELLO; OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE SCENE I. The action takes place at Venice. R. the Palazzo of MAGDALENA, C. its entrance and steps to the canal L.; its gilded and armorial mooring-posts stand L. and U.C. It is midnight, and there is no light in the palace, or on the water, but only the faint light of the stars. There is also access to the palazzo by land, a narrow passage C. along the edge of the canal. A bridge leads to this passage. Enter upon the bridge LORENZO and ALESSANDRO. They lean upon the parapet. LORENZO. HE solemn stones upsoar ;…
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…ks either of necessity or of piety : that is, or I felt obliged to tell the truth about something, or I was definitely inspired. But the Angel of Venice (I protest) is a very cunning concoction. I had been revolving certain exposition by M. Henri Davray of Verlaines skill in treating the Alexandrine ; and I couldnt let it stay there ! Hence the form. I had also been meditating on Maeter- lincks method of obtaining atmosphere ; but this went all awry. With regard to the matter of my proposed master- piece, my mind was perfectly clear. It must…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 41 MORTADELLO. Body and blood of God ! THE DOGE. Death ! THE ARCHBISHOP. Sacrilege ! GABRIELE. Close the doors ! Let none escape ! A VOICE. The doors are thronged. MORTADELLO. Swords ! Swords ! GABRIELE. Who roars So loud ? Keep silence, sir, or we are all undone ! MORTADELLO. Misshapen knave ! THE DOGE. Peace, peace. MORTADELLO. Thou misbegotten one ! Lay hands upon the household. [The church fills with smoke. GABRIELE. Alls gone dark. THE DOGE. Gone dark ! MORTADELLO. Gone dark ! GABRIELE. Crackles and fumes ; they ha…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 33 ALESSANDRO enters from R. ALESSANDRO. Your pleasure, say ? [He draws his sword. MORTADELLO. Put up your sword. I have your measure. What ? you will force me to arrest you ? [MORTADELLOS attendants come forward. LUCREZIA staggers, and falls into ALESSANDROS arms. LUCREZIA. [Aside] Sandro, stay ! Follow the course agreed. 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 mis…
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OR, THE 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…
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… 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 dont know where she is, and by the Mass, dont care. 1ST RUFFIAN. She is the saint of God, the guardian of the city. ALONZO. You should have kept her safeyou didnt. Mores the pity.
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 17 MAGDALENA. Oh ! you have killed me ! MONICA. [Coming out of shelter.] Ay ! detested harlot ! MAGDALENA. Thou ? MONICA. I think you will not lie with Mortadello now ! ORLANDO What, Monica the saint ! MONICA. Oh, you may see my soul ! Blood has washed off the paint ! You were my gain and goal ! Kiss me while she still bleeds ! I am yours, your slave, your toy, The furrow of tropic seeds, black bliss of Afric joy ORLANDO. Frightful and frantic dream ! Portentous, mon- strous omen ! I sail upon a stream of blood of slaug…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 25 GIUSEPPE. Why then, wheres he been ? MARCO. Ha ! Ha ! youd never guess. EUPHEMIA. Then tell us what you mean ! MARGARITA. You great big teasing Mark ! It was Olimpias father. Whose knotted cherry-club teased you last Easter rather. MARCO. Dont. Bygones should be bygones ! Though if I catch him walking One night by the canal, I may set people talking ! MATTEO. Well, whats the news ? GIUSEPPE. The Doge is drunk ? FILIPPO. Or is the Pope ill ? MATTEO. He has just heard the Turks have sacked Con- stantinople. MARCO. …
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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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