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…s an old and venerable man of ascetic and noble type. MAGDALENA is a tall, robust, and buxom woman of thirty-five years old. Her hair is black, but her complexion pale. LUCREZIA is a tall, robust, 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 ar…
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…aw the veil And steep in murder, harpys tooth and claw, my pale Pure face, my bloodless virgins face, to dip and bury Its grace in his black blood, my long thin lip made merry With mouthing at his heart-strings, and my white throat working, Its drouth dissolved as the blood sucks, sucksnightshade lurking In dells of witchcraft where black Hecate shoots out In hells lust, her tongue, a frenzy of glee, a bout Of death, her crimson tongue that drips, that drips with blood, The breath of her dead lovers on her lips. Dear God ! Sweet Christ ! My…
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…s Orlando ! Did you think to steal my swan, Defile the blue-veined breasts this head has slept upon ? MORTADELLO. Detested dog of Hell ! Black spawn o the pit ! Have at thee ! [They cross swords. ORLANDO. I tupped her ! MORTADELLO. By the unknown black bastard that begat thee, You shall do the like no more. ORLANDO. Thou puny puking patch, White-livered, yellow-bellied wittol ! MORTADELLO. Ha ! [He wounds ORLANDO. ORLANDO. A scratch. Theres for your heart, if you have one ! Christ but you were near Hell then ! MORTADELLO. Help ! Help ! Im ma…
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…f 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 slaughtered foeman ! We shall go far, go far, follow the one red star MONICA. Look how the scarlet scar writhes ! ORLANDO. How divine you are ! Kiss me again ! What feasts of passion to expend ! MAGDALENA. My curse ! ORLANDO. My kiss ! MAGDALENA. Black beasts ! MONICA. My kiss ! ORL…
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…k thy revenge ! [GABRIELE stabs him treacherously in his amazement. ORLANDO. O treacherous dagger-sweep ! GABRIELE. Ay ! shes not dead, black fool ! But mine for the tortureDrink Black lees of hells own wine, thy poisoned soul to sink In mire and filth of agony, shameChrist, Ill drench Desire of hate in her own rotting bodys stench. But deathnot death ! Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! ORLANDO. I am a dead man. GABRIELE. He saith it ! Now to achieve the pinnacle of my plan ! Princess, I arrest you in the Doges name. MONICA. Arrest ! GABRIELE. No less ! M…
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…of the Most High, the orb that hangs So high, so fiercemy poisons pierce, my cold gray lips Climb, cling, and close, devour the rose in black eclipse. MORTADELLO. Ah ! what a dance and what a song ! 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 bl…
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…es ! 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 ? That mouth so sharp ? I see the skies : they dance a jig to Davids harp. Boo ! Boo ! Shes fled, the poisonous bitch, livid and lean. And when I wed the crazy witch, God came between. Oh ! there are miles between her skin and my good sword ! Seal up her smiles, and thrust it in her bosom, Lord ! White cursed moons ! bewitch, betray you shall no more : My spirit swoons with lust to slay the spa…
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…nt. 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. ALESSANDRO. I am here, my lords. Disclose : why have you summoned me ? T…
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… devil sneered ? It was too much. I am bewitched. I loved him so. Ah God ! I touched. How my soul itched let God not know ! That strong black breast ! Those cruel lips ! Those eyes of fire ! O bitter best, to whirl the whips of black desire ! Bruise me with lust, and tear my flesh, and drink my blood, One poniard thrust, one flail to thresh, one storm to flood My life with death, my soul to charO speak the spell !
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…his power, whose high-pooped galleon rides An inviolable tower on the torment of the tides ! Come ! I have plucked the teeth from Fates black mouth, the crone !
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…adua ? 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 ? Your knife. Who stabbed Bartolemmeo ? You LUCREZIA. Did Andreas wife not spit on you ? Who robbed the Jew She slept with ? Faugh ! my stomach turns. ZELINA. It shall, it shall ! Heres all the law one gives to such an animal. [She stabs her ; LUCREZIA wards the blow, but is wounded in the breast. LUCREZIA. Oh ! I am killed. ZELINA. Farewell ! MORTADELLO enters from church. MO…
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…rvid heat I have lain prostrate, stunned, not moving hand or foot, Morose and moribund, malevolent and mute, Red nightmare hunting down black nightmare in my brain, My consciousness a crown of unimagined pain, All being dulled and dense, this one chord twanged, the lust That stirs its somnolence, a serpent in the dust ; The lust at last to win my Monica to me, Bathe in the fires of sin through blind eternity ! Beat, beat ! A giant beast is throbbing in my blood How turn the fast to feast, the drought again to flood ? If I could guess the thou…
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… efforts. At first I tried to obtain the proper degree of perfection on the basis of monotoneI ordered a dinner harmonized from gold to black, ad- mitting no other ingredient. The result was lament- able, a mere Rembrandt. I tried, too, the assemblage of Monticelli colours, framing the obsidian of the truffle in its mirrored pool of brown diamond within Homard Cardinal on the vanguard and Pêches Richeliseu on the rearguard, as is only too evident from nearly the whole of the Second Act. And then in an evil hour, inauspicious in heaven, I took …
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…ou, all Gods mercy burn Sin from you. Follow me ! SOLDIERS. Our queen. Sweet saint of God ! GABRIELE. Spew, spew Gods agony and death. Black period Of all my hopes. [He dies. MONICA. There goes to his master a lost soul. SOLDIERS. Well follow you. MONICA. Who knows the glory of my goal ? SOLDIERS. To the palace ! MONICA. No, my friends, obey your orders still. It is the prison that ends my passage. All my will
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…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 ! The key. The secret coronet of all the comedy ! ALESSANDRO. Yes : it is only now when I am sure we win, Wreathing each beaming brow with the reward of sin, That in my heart there seems the echo of a sigh. Delight dissolves the dreams desire had set on high ! MONICA. Oh, we shall find fresh food. True wit is never stale. Tr…
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…A. The joy it would have been if only she had seen us Thusnearso nearso near MORTADELLO. She played me false ! MONICA. You know The black rocks that uprear amid the tinted snow ! You know what fangs were fleshed on her adulterous throat, How her perfume refreshed the rank reek of the goat ! MORTADELLO. You were his mistress too ! MONICA. I thought the form was due Preliminal to sue exchange of troth with you. MORTADELLO. You mock me and you shock. MONICA. The people wait to see Unlock the barren rock of this fine colloquy. Which will you h…
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…. I see that you are bored. MORTADELLO. No fault of yours ; the boon I lack is just the laugh of 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 So…
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…nds to the Princess ? GABRIELE. How can I say ? She has good friends. MORTADELLO. Mine are no less. Wheres the assassin ? GABRIELE. The black dogI cannot find him. Or Satan or the Synagogue must be behind him. Well, we must find. MORTADELLO. If we might dare to cry a price GABRIELE. The powder magazine would flareand not flare twice. Our safety is the doubt we spread of our intent. MORTADELLO. Proclaim her whore. GABRIELE. The hope that fed that lamp is spent. On of the Tenthe Ten, I sayin jest explains His views this morningwhats his …
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… ! MORTADELLO. She-devil sprung from hell ! Where is that bosoms gold Of Magdalene ? cold too ! MONICA. I envied her the bliss. Of her black loveand you ! Now, am I worth a kiss ? MORTADELLO. I have it in my mind to end with you outright. MONICA. And you yourself might find an end before to- night. MORTADELLO. Oh ! you are cunning ! MONICA. Love is given wit, you know. Begotten from above, and nourished from below ! MORTADELLO. Why did you spare my life just now ? MONICA. Why, first of all, I want to be your wife. MORTADELLO. Dear God forbid…
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…ued by THE LORD GABRIELE and his sbirri. GABRIELE. Now, pay thy vices ! ORLANDO. [At the door, turning to fight.] Yellow dog ! GABRIELE. Black fiend ! ORLANDO. Beware, I say, that shore thine edge away. GABRIELE. You thresh the air ! ORLANDO. Thou vile distortion of Gods image, this may serve. GABRIELE. I smile. Now at him, sbirri. ORLANDO. By thy backs crooked curve, Ill carve thee like a capon GABRIELE. All these months of hate I starve to spit thee on my sword. ORLANDO. Now meet thy fate ! GABRIELE. Dog ! falls the last of thine beside th…