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…r burst inis heard ; the noise of fighting grows louder, and presently ORLANDO and five soldiers enter the Charnel, pursued 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 …
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 49 GABRIELE. Say what you will. I own you should have had your way. But tis too late. To try to call back yesterday ; for Fate is Fate. The morrow presses. MORTADELLO. How then went the proclamation ? GABRIELE. No murmur or of discontent or adulation. Absolute silence eloquent of sheer damnation. MORTADELLO. The nobles cried ? GABRIELE. At last they gave their loud assent. No echo answered back from wave or firmament. In the great heat the people stood, mute beasts, stock still. As for the thunder waits a wood, a hush, …
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…he 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. But deathnot death ! Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! ORLANDO. I…
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…y : Ive too much in desperate ventures ; Ive lost ten thousand sequins, such are Fates calentures. MORTADELLO. This is the old tale. GABRIELE. So I sneered. He looked me hard Between the eyes, and in his beard his malice jarred. Heres a doubloon : you promise me seven more to- morrow ? Back in my pouch I slap it. See ? MORTADELLO. You could not borrow Upon the credit of the State ? GABRIELE. Not one doubloon. MORTADELLO. Why, this is treason ! GABRIELE. That or Fate. MORTADELLO. Knave or buffoon, Ill tan his hide. Dye think he lends t…
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18 MORTADELLO My arm about your waist, its fellow on my sword ! To the gondola ! [The LORD GABRIELE and his sbirri appear running, upon the bridge. ORLANDO. Too late ! we must face Venice now. MONICA. I am at the height of Fate ! GABRIELE. Halt there ! ORLANDO. Who calls ? GABRIELE. Allow The warrant of the Three ! I have a word to speak To the Princess. MONICA. To me ? My lord, I am too weak To move against your will. I only ask to go, As is my custom still, a pilgrim to and fro Among my poor, to heal, to comfort, to befriend [She kneels befo…
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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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…l fear blown far and high. A snowflake from the peak of your prosperity. THE DOGE. See all those angry clouds that gather round the sun. GABRIELE. And see ! they break ; he shines ! An omen ! THE DOGE. Call it one ! Is there no risk of storm before the night whose fall Is certain as the death that must envelop all ? GABRIELE. My lord, be of good cheer. Though dusk devour us soon. Remember we have made alliance with the moon THE DOGE. I am satisfied. We float, a serviceable bark. For you remains reward, the Lion of St. Mark. [He throws the chain…
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… you please). Yes, Mortadello, schooled to order, not to pray ! But he was overruled ; my counsel, you may say. MONICA. I thank you sir. GABRIELE. We launch an Argo of goodwill ; So heres the olive-branch ; I bear it in my bill. MONICA. Sir, I accept. This hand in innocence and truth Takes yours. Superbly planned your subtlety, in sooth. GABRIELE. You say so. You must flatter. But thus my wisdom clinches The bargaina small matter. MONICA. Ah ! heres where the shoe pinches ! GABRIELE. Subtlest of spirits ! Yet your foots so soft and small Th…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 51 GABRIELE. Canonical ! Straight from the bridge, the merry men ! to the canal. MORTADELLO. Hes drowned ? GABRIELE. They fished him like a lobster. MORTADELLO. Have I troops ? Is it not I that speak and strike ? GABRIELE. Your eagle swoops, But wheres the use ? The lamb is hidden underground. MORTADELLO. Is it your Doge or dupe I am ? GABRIELE. She shall be found. [He turns to go. SCENE III. A Charnel-House beneath the Convent of the Ursulines. It is a cellar piled with skulls and bones. There is a truckle bed, above …
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 65 with power and menace.] Bow down, blasphemer, to the cross of Christ ! GABRIELE. Once more ! Are you bewitched by sorcery, enticed By beauty ? I command you to arrest the woman. Your duty ! MONICA. [Towering over him.] Thing misshapen, blasted and inhuman, Bow down to the cross ! His love purge thee ! His Passion Save thee ! Christ crown the work ! Here is the blessing that he gave thee ! [She touches him with the cross. He staggers and reels. GABRIELE. I am slain. O torture her ; she hath poisoned me [He falls, and w…
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…. [They move off gesticulating. SCENE II. The Cabinet of THE DOGE. A couch, on which lies the wounded MORTADELLO, convalescent. THE LORD GABRIELE stands near by, toying impatiently with his rapier. GABRIELE. Gone, like a shooting star. No trace. MORTADELLO. The omens ill. GABRIELE. Ay, ill indeed. MORTADELLO. Tis your disgrace.
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20 MORTADELLO With your design, I spell its inner sense, my lord If Magdalena were my guest until the rite ? GABRIELE. The auguries are fair ; you double my delight. But bid your cook beware ; double the tasters share ; Imagine my despair if . . . MONICA. It shall be my care. And heres a hint. You set a match ; then never let The opponent see the threat. GABRIELE. I am rebuked ; and yet You will forgive me, for the habit only stains My mind, because before my opponents had no brains. MONICA. Farewell, then, and God have you in his holy keepi…
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…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. THE DOGE. I like not the allure of the aspects. 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…
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…cer is on guard at the door. A knock. The officer opens and whispers with another officer who is on guard without. THE OFFICER. The Lord Gabriele begs the favour of audience Of His Highnesss most high serene magnificence. THE DOGE. Admit him. [THE OFFICER goes out to obey. Finish the draft as I said. Note down our new intents In the matter of Turin ; rejoin me in an hour. THE SECRETARY. I humbly take my 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 …
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…l, whose members are known only to the Doge and The Three. THE COUNT ALESSANDRO, an extravagant. THE COUNT LORENZO, his friend. THE LORD GABRIELE, a hunchback, one of The Three. THE COUNT ALONZO, one of The Ten. ORLANDO, a negro of the Tunisian Sudan, a bravo. THE LEGATE OF THE POPE. The archbishop, bishops, clergy, sbirri, gondoliers, Jew merchants, bravos, officers of state, secretary to the Doge, soldiers, sentinels, bodyguards, the governor of the prison, servants, etc. THE COUNTESS MAGDALENA PISELLI, the widowed daughter-in-law of the Doge…
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… pompous. ALESSANDRO has rough hair of fiery red, and thirty years of age. LORENZO has scanty ashen hair, and twenty-eight years of age. GABRIELE is a hunchbacked dwarf, very strongly built, with a large and intellectual head. He is bald, and has fifty years of age. ORLANDO is of gigantic stature, a full negro. He has forty years of age. THE LEGATE is 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, a…
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…avour flows, a tidy tide of gold, To us ; and prudent as the Church, the wily Jews Leave Mortadello in the lurch. What mischief brews In Gabrieles cauldron mind theres none can grasp ; But he stirs viciously. I find he hopes success If he once clenches knobby fist on you. MONICA. May be ! Ive many a turn and many a twist for such as he. Well, you and I will mock his spite. ORLANDO. A week will send The popular fury to its height. The church will lend Secret support, through blame : she hates the pride Of Mortadello, fans our flame, and swell…
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…DELLO ALESSANDRO. So I half guessed, but then, with all respect to you, I counted, gentlemen, and always stopped at two. 1ST MASK. Since Gabriele died the two have lacked a third. ALESSANDRO. Well, I am satisfied : 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 …
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… MAGDALENA in bride-clothes, veiled in a great chair under a canopy borne by four negroes, MONICA, the LADY ABBESS, nuns and attendants. GABRIELE. Look ! where she bursts, a flower, veiled and voluptuous. Not Venus in her car by doves and sparrows drawn, Not the ethereal star that floats above the dawn, Not the seraphic swan that tempted Leda glowed So white a wonder on the lake. THE USHERS. A road ! A road ! Way for the high Princess, the bride who brings ! Make way ! MONICA. All health and happiness to all men here to-day ! With homage to the…