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…LUCREZIA. MONICA. See Mortadello bloom, a poppy ! ALESSANDRO. Which you nip. Its colour and perfume were stolen from your lip. MONICA. I dare not take my own. ALESSANDRO. Not I the flower I need. MONICA. My hope is overblown, yet will not scatter seed. ALESSANDRO. A prudent gardener prunes ; but shall I fix the graff ? MONICA. Write me this afternoons intimate epitaph ? ALESSANDRO. You know I do not dare. MONICA. Till now you have dared all. There is a God whose care lets never a sparrow fall. ALESSANDRO. If Lesbia laughs, I would. MONICA. [Fo…
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…erpent-heart. I guess your hearts desire. Bend to me closer. Whisper yes. LUCREZIA. My brains afire. MONICA. Then whisper. LUCREZIA. I dare not. MONICA. Oh dare ! LUCREZIA. My friend ! MONICA. Ah yes ! She whose black envy would not spare your loveliness ! LUCREZIA. Ay, she ! MONICA. But let me see the wound. I have a charm By a wise hermit well attuned to heal the harm. Fie ! what a scar ! But what a breast its hate caresses ! Is not this nipple like the crest of Etna ? Tresses Of gold. Let down your locks ; let fall, Lucrezia, let Their sun…
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…dom. Come hither, bind these bleeding hands together fast ! [She holds out her hands toward the soldiers, wrist to wrist. SOLDIERS. O we dare not ! MONICA. Your queen commands ; these are the last Of all the words that I shall say till Heaven opes. This is the golden gate and way of all my hopes. THE LIEUTENANT. High saint and virgin, we obey. MONICA. Make fast the ropes ! [They bind MONICA in silence, weeping, and lead her away.
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… Sir, is not fear a stranger to love ? ORLANDO. I doubt it not. But hate is stranger too. MONICA. Who hates me ? I hate none. ORLANDO. I dare not tell you who it is : I am undone I am the bondslave of a curse. I dare not tell. MONICA. You are the slave of love. My lord, I know you well. The Doges daughter plays upon your innocence. Ay ! and the State decays, caught by her crapulence. Are you a man of faith, of loyalty and honour, To save her from the scathe intrigue hes put upon her ? [A pause. ORLANDO is torn by conflicting emotions. ORLANDO…
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…ody crazing ? A VOICE. [Without.] There goes a noble, there. Catch him and question him ! SHACKABACK. Thats you they mean. ALONZO. They dare ? SHACKABACK. Theyll 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 dont…
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… are our shame ! 1ST VOICE. Down with proud lords that irk us. 3RD VOICE. Whats the fellows name ? 5TH VOICE. No brawling ! 6TH VOICE. Dare you push me ? 7TH VOICE. By our Lady ! 8TH VOICE. There ! There ! 9TH VOICE. Good wine needs no bush. 10TH VOICE. The boaster ! 7TH VOICE. Have a care ! 6TH VOICE. Take that ! MONICA enters, attended by two nuns. MONICA. Good gentlemen ! what means this stir and strife ?
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…n ? 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 pay ? Ducked for his pains MORTADELLO. They ducked a member of the Ten ?
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…rants 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. Down with the tyrant, down ! ABBESS. Forward, the victors wreath waits, or the martyrs crown ! Venice and Freedom !
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…LESSANDRO. Ay ! tis the period when final fortune smiles. By the great grace of God the City of the Isles Under her angels wings shall dare a thousand things A grace as great as Gods, a face as fair as Springs ! [The curtain falls. SCENE III. The palace of COUNT ALESSANDRO. A chamber arrayed for dining, the table being curved like a horse-shoe. MORTADELLO on the right of the host, ZELINA on the right again, then THE FIRST MASK and a Venetian gen- tlewoman. On the left of the host THE SECOND MASK, then a gentlewoman, then LORENZO and anothe…
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…Dark and red Broke forth the sun this morning. The sultry storm-cloud hangs. Heavy on Venice, scorning to flesh its lightning fangs. She dare not practise malice ? GABRIELE. Be reassured ! I have barred All danger. Ive her palace surrounded with the guard. If she delay, or fail, theres order to arrest. You catch the nightingale if you can find her nest. MORTADELLO. This was your plan, sir, path too darkling for my ken. Fail ? God avert the wrath of Mortadello then. I will have you inch by inch pushed screaming into hell The rack, the boot, t…
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… 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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… lord, I shall not try to escape. GOVERNOR. With heartiest accord. [He goes out, with her gaolers. Faugh ! the perspiring ape. I may not dare to smile, lest smiles should lure a laugh. The moment Ill beguile to write his epitaph. I touch the goal at last ; the final ace to play.
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… 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 the worms…
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…ONICA. Our Lady, still they pierce Thy heart. ORLANDO. You answer nay ? MONICA. I answer yes ! ORLANDO. Then wait, my plot is hatched. I dare This hour the fearful fate. Stay hidden here ; beware Count Mortadello ! MONICA. He ? ORLANDO. He is now gone to take Deaths warrant from the Three.
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…ESSANDRO. The scandal must be hid Sepulture that secures. MONICA. A leaden coffin-lid Scrawled with so fierce a face that none may ever dare Uplift the carapace for fearwhat may be there. ALESSANDRO. It is no easy road to mineourhearts desire. MONICA. Is it not sharp, the goad ? Does it not burn, the fire ? ALESSANDRO. Nay, wit is brought to term. MONICA. The spirit is unwilling, Although the flesh is firm ? ALESSANDRO. Through flesh and spirit thrilling Sings the exultant pangbut does not tell me how. MONICA. Mine feels the equal fangto…
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…leave, my lord. [THE DOGE goes to the window. THE DOGE. The heavens lower Surly and sultry still, black fiends of cloud that threat And dare not break. [He turns, GABRIELE has entered. Well, sir, and is the battle set ? GABRIELE. Alls won, my lord. Fate turns your humble ministress. The Countess Magdalene is lodged with the Princess.
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… earth, Poor outcast things of little excellence or worth. ALESSANDRO. Say, shall we rescue you ? MONICA. Father, Thy Kingdom come ! Butdare I ask ?not yetI would earn martyrdom. O men, if I must speak to men who thought no more To speak except to God, by the Lord Christ who bore Our sins upon the cross, I pray you pardon me So weakling as I am, a thing of vanity. I am jealous of my crowns ; my virgin lilies mix With thorns of martyrdom upon my crucifix ! A CITIZEN. What can we answer ? ALESSANDRO. Naught. Be silent and adore ! [MONICA steps…
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…s imperial fold But thy bright body, wound about this breast of gold ? The night is hot. Nights dome is widowed of the wind. I choke. I dare not come. I am broken up and blind With passion. Bring the gondola ! Off Lidos strand Let me adore you on the water. ORLANDO. Ah ! the land Is an unworthy soul to excite our ecstasy, Whose billows rise and roll and tumble like the sea. Lo ! heaven is scarred across by the first moonray ! [The moon rises MAGDALENA. Go ! I pant. I heave. What loss one moment is ! How slow The pulse of the world beats when …