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…d, The teeth o the tigress clenched in death. The heart that smoked Hells lust is cold. ORLANDO. [Turns and sees MONICA, as he thinks, dead] God, then my sword drink vengeance deep ! GABRIELE. This thrust balk 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.…
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…AN. 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 ! [They throw ALONZO over the parapet. 2ND RUFFIAN. Come On ! well serve the rest of them the same. 1ST RUFFIAN. Come on ! Well find our angel or avenge her. […
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… ISSACHAR. I tell you, it is fierce. Theres nothing to be done. Theres hundred lies about ; I dont trust anyone. Some say the Doge is dead ; some say its the Princess ; I cant see anyone ; theres hundred lies, no less. Look, heres the nice young Count Alonzo. SHACKABACK. Good, my sons. I will ask him myself : I lent him money once. Enter ALONZO. Good-day, my dear good lord. I pray you, whats the news ? ALONZO. Why, nothing that can touch the pockets of the Jews. SHACKABACK. Oh dear, oh dear, you do not understand our ways. ALONZO. No, t…
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… ! God, hope dies. [Another detonation is heard. ORLANDO. Theres the petard. They must have blown in the two gates. MONICA. Then we are dead. ORLANDO. Not while this swords unbroken. MONICA. Fates no friend. ORLANDO. Unsaid The holiest, happiest things. Here comes a guard. Pre- pare For evil tidings. MONICA. Martyrdoms to be our share. Well, tis the accustomed crown of true virginity ! Ha Ha ! How God must laugh ! Do you think we must die ? ORLANDO. They darent kill you. And as for me, Ill sell my life. So dear I doubt they have the fee.
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88 MORTADELLO ALESSANDRO. I sometimes think we are dead, not knowing it at all ; This solid earth we tread hells hated littoral ! Damned beyond hope long since ! MORTADELLO. And how does love support your Fine theory ? ALESSANDRO. Why, prince, the girls inflict the torture. MORTADELLO. Prince ! Then your jest is sharp. You make me out the devil ! ALESSANDRO. No ! Orpheus with his harp to lure us to the level ! Enter LUCREZIA and MONICA. MORTADELLO. Thus far I am with you, the summer rivals Hades. ALESSANDRO. The Church is wiser, too, to leave …
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46 MORTADELLO ALONZO. Oh, well, the Doge is dead. To-morrow they proclaim. Succeeding in his stead Count Mortadellos name. SHACKABACK. And wheres the good Princess ? ALONZO. With murder on her head And riot and revoltits natural she fled ! SHACKABACK. Theyve put her at a pre ? ALONZO. Why, no ! and thats amazing. ISSACHAR. Here comes the crowd ; my God, is everybody 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 f…
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…tics. The Doge is older now than when I went to school And wiser ? Anyhow he may be still a fool. LUCREZIA. The news is that his son is dead.
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… the Princess, conversing in the hall. ALESSANDRO. There ! you hear that ? GOVERNOR. Whats wrong ? ALESSANDRO. These people think shes dead. GOVERNOR. Shes just as well as you or I ! 2ND VOICE. Whys he so red ? 4TH VOICE. Is it a man or a lobster ? ALESSANDRO. Hold your tongue, you ass ! 2ND VOICE. Hes lying. 1ST VOICE. Yes, he talks too bold. 3RD VOICE. And false as brass ! ALESSANDRO. Theyre just a pack of mules. 1ST VOICE. Well have the truth, by God ! 2ND VOICE. Ay ! well tear down the prison ! Kill him ! ALESSANDRO. Devilish odd Th…
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… my star That gains to-night the glowing goals of lust and war ! [All dance, fearfully, while LUCREZIA plays wildly, and dances upon the dead body of ZELINA. SCENE IV. Outside St. Marks. Early morning. Enter MORTADELLO wildly with drawn sword, ALESSANDRO, LORENZO, and THE MASKS. MORTADELLO. God ! God ! the foam of stars ! the towers of iron ! the stairs ! The crested comb of demon powers that flares and flares ! 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 b…
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…em here. LORENZO. The galleys lie Menacing. ALESSANDRO. Have no fear ; their powders none so dry. Had Mortadello dared, we had all been dead by now. But, as it is, the pigs may live to suck the sow. LORENZO. Im off, then. [LORENZO goes off the bridge, cunning.
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…NICA steps back from the window, her lips still moving as in prayer. THE GOVERNOR comes forward 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 Magda…
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…sfied : I wait the fatal word. 1ST MASK. What do you mean ? ALESSANDRO. I find your words are coffin-nails. You always bear in mind that dead men tell no tales. So when you tell me tales, and fear no murmur lives, You need not lift your veils. 2ND MASK. [In the central throne.] There are alternatives. Young man, well parley first. You love the Doges wife ? ALESSANDRO. So thats the thunderburst ! I love her as my life. I need not say that she is cold and virtuous. She scarce supposes me 2ND MASK. You need not lie to us. ALESSANDRO. Sir, I w…
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…nakes and snow ! [He attacks THE LEGATE, whose attendants flee in fear. THE LEGATE falls. THE LEGATE. Jesu have mercy on my soul ! Im a dead man ! MORTADELLO. Ill scalp thy cursèd shaven poll, proud pelican ! MONICA. [Rushing out of the church.] What ! will you see this madman take the Legates life ? Cowards ! Ill face him first, although I am his wife. [She snatches a sword from a bystander and interposes. I am the Popes ! I am the Popes ! For God and Christ ! Now, Mortadello, we cross swords ! . . . One stroke sufficed. [Putting her foo…
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…r sanction and their seal on whom we boast our best, When in the sacred bonds of Hymen he is wed To her we boast our fairest. Tyranny is dead In this great hour. For memy day of force is done ; My mission is achieved, my latest course is run. I have striven to save the State ; the State is saved to-day : Now I devote my life to what it cravedto pray ! Good Mother Abbess, lend your arm, my past is furled.
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…hrilling through my souls despair ! Oh for the sharp edge of the escarpments of the dunes ! Diffract through haze the rigid rays of the dead moons ! Saturn of lead, and Mars all red, and Venus blue, And purple Jove, lend me your love, as mine to you ! All stars, all vast worlds that stream past. I lust to slake
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…. The bell ceases to toll. THE DOGE. Is Mortadello slain, slain too ? O then let me Pass with the hapless ones into Eternity ? [He falls dead upon the corpse of MAGDALENA. MORTADELLO. [Rising on one elbow.] No, help me, loving friends, I live. Is the day won ? A NOBLE. Ay ! we lash home the fogs 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 MA…
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…t 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 Virgin, sweeter than the joy thou hadst of love Unpriced, when to thy soft blonde nest thou hadst the Dove, And crushed the Godhead to thy maiden breast, and craved Outgushed the Unction by whose grace the blest are saved Sweet, sweet, oh sweeter when I twine the bond of hate Complete about him, with one kiss to fond to mate His soul with death, cold slim…