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…y Judas-love, despair Bite deep into his heart before I draw 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…
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…DALENA. 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 slaughtered foeman ! We shall go far, go far, follow the one red star MONICA. Look how the scarlet scar writhes ! ORLANDO. How …
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 61 MONICA. Oncekiss your wife ! The guard comes. Enter a Soldier, covered with blood, his right arm hanging use- less by his side. He staggers and gasps. SOLDIER. Pardon me ! Alls lost. MONICA. Nay, say nothing yet ! Be of good courage. Gods a host they have not met ! ORLANDO. What is it ? SOLDIER. The damned hunchback tis so bloodily That bears it. The two gates are his. We can but die. ORLANDO. Is he run mad ? A convent ! SOLDIER. Mad ! hes mad with lust And blood. Yet by his side he had the Archbishop. ORLANDO. T…
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… am free, but I am strong, am sinuous, Subtle as an asp, implacable as fire or flood, A girl to grasp the crown of hell through wine and blood. Hush ! tis the plash of oars. Come, sweet, and bathe me in. Her blood. Come splash me head to feet with scarlet sin ! [She kneels and clasps her hands, raising her voice as the gondola approaches. Dear Christ, preserve me from the lusts of evil men, Or let my martyrdom avail to save them then ! Be pleased to pardon her whose doom unfolds, a scroll All scribbled sinister, do thou receive her soul Whose …
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44 MORTADELLO A NOBLE. How ist ? MORTADELLO. [Waving his arms wildly.] I float On a tide of bloody foam through innavigable seas Where suns blaze on the masts of myriad argosies. I dazzle. I burst. I choke. A NOBLE. Give him air ! MORTADELLO. Wheres my sword ? O dreams accurst that blot my brain ! Theres fiends abroad ! Blast all this space of stars with thunder ! A NOBLE. Tis his wound. He raves. MORTADELLO. Ill drink A NOBLE. Water, ho ! MORTADELLO. Her blood, and Ill sleep sound ! THE CURTAIN FALLS.
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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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… LUCREZIA. Oh ! I am killed. ZELINA. Farewell ! MORTADELLO enters from church. MORTADELLO. Hold ! seize them. What ! Are brawls Held and blood spilled beneath these venerable walls ? Take them away, and keep them safe, to wait my pleasure.
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…he 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 thought behind those icy eyes. I would have blithe, lithe sport with the cunning cockatrice ! T
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…he rich gold of that Ineffable Champagne Sauceto serve as a lustration, an asperging. Then Oeufs aux Ecrévissesthe sunrise tinged with bloodthe puri- fication by fire. Then the full rage of that awful noon of Godthe Truffles themselves. Then, as if to hold the blaze in heaven, the brandy
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…se fail, one hour shall spell supreme success, The bee drink of the flower, strength link with loveliness. ORLANDO. Torrents of ravening blood poured from the desolate steeps, Tumultuous fever of flood from the mountain that sweeps I would drain for this inaccessible thing made mine The ineffable bliss, the song of the spring, to be thine ! I would drink molten gold, and walk on white-hot steel, Once, only once to hold your body, once to feel The annihilation of sense and spirit in your caress, The imminent and intense bolt of your loveliness.…
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…ud ! O laugh ! O sing ! O dance ! Ill play Strike the guitar with this red steel ! Advance ! Array ! Array yourselves as brides ; these bloody robes are mine. Blood on my breasts ! Storm rides at last the Apennine ! Bend yourselves ! Swing you with the blast ! The raging revel Bring all of us, yea, all, at last, to dare the devil !
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…l drink of steel ! I go now to give order. Be at peace. MAGDALENA. I will. And so good night. My hand is yours to bend and kiss. Let its blood pulse what breast allures to burning bliss. I wouldI wouldI know not what I would. But you Divine it. MORTADELLO. Ah ! MAGDALENA. The night is hot, no wind beats through The hushed canals. So is my heartfor you, my lord, My excellent lord ! and soto part. MORTADELLO. Draw out my sword ! [She does so. So, sweet, while faintest fear can threat my troth-plight wife Shall its blade quiver and ache and fr…
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…u aught ? LUCREZIA. The task is strange and stern. Have you seen an arrow dipped in mud, whose venoms worth A thousand fold its bulk of blood ? MONICA. Ay, marshy earth Fed by the hydra, by the toad, where witches lurk,
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…st her, friends ! All my wealth for a leech ! So Mortadello ends ! No ! Jesus ! up and out ! By God ! Ill kill her first, Though all my blood is boiling and my bowels burst ! Give me my sword ! If I must go to hell, I swear
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…uel 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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…ogs of revolution Are you sore hurt ? MORTADELLO. Hurt, ay ! but I shall live to flood These two-and-seventy isles with their childrens blood. Tend me, I faint. She-wolf ! O putrid period ! [He falls again. They support him and carry him in the chair of MAGDALENA. Wast thou the Saint of Christ, the virgin vowed to God ? Tigress and snake ! Black-hearted whore ! God, let me strip Skin from flesh, alike my drouth in gore, those bowels rip From that false belly. God ! I gasp ! Loosen my throat ! Some one calls. Hell ! Death ! O sharp asp !
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…weak with tears that for your sake I shed ; My knees are weak with prayers I uttered for your stead. I would not for my sake one drop of blood outpoured, One glance of anger from its scabbard drag one sword. Nay, be my friends, be true and loyal to your Duke ! If he have injured you, it is to God you look For justice. As for me, if insult I have borne, False accusation heard, been put to shame and scorn. Loaded with irons, thrust i the prisons darkest den, I do forgive him freely with my heart. Good men ! I ask you to disperse, escort your Do…
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…ch devils dart strikes through my bosom to rend each chord, Bleach my live heart, send my soul naked to its Lord. Ay ! but the sweat of blood that stands upon my brow ! Diebut not yetmore torture brands my body now, Pangs fierce and fierce as thinethey eat me up with pain. Fangs pierce and pierce, poison runs riot in every vein,