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76 MORTADELLO ABBESS. You goggle-eyed gudgeon ! I will tear your guts out yet. GOVERNOR. Good Sandro, calm the lady ! ABBESS. I am calm ! Dont fret ! What, gyve and rack for that sweet saint ! GOVERNOR. She asks for it ! Cant you leave well alone ? ABBESS. Oh, sophistry is wit With callous dogs ! GOVERNOR. I serve the dogs ; my prisoners Are no more slaves than I ! ABBESS. Prince of philosophers ! Heres Mortadello ! A CITIZEN. Now, my Governor ! [He throws a knife, THE GOVERNOR ducks and it just misses his head. GOVERNOR. [Pointing to the as…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 69 ALESSANDRO. Ill hold speech with my good friend within. Hollo there, Governor ! Come out and wag a chin ! [THE GOVERNOR appears at the window. GOVERNOR. My witty Sandro ! Whats the time o day with you ? ALESSANDRO. Past prick o noon, I fear. And you ? GOVERNOR. The hour of dew. I never felt such heat. ALESSANDRO. A devilish hot day. Well, thank the Lord, the beach is not so far away. Come off with me and bathe. GOVERNOR. My God, you must be mad. I cant leave. If you knew the trouble I have had ! ALESSANDRO. What …
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…day ? ALESSANDRO. I wasted half an hour, I am ashamed to say, With an astrologerwho by his art infers A most unlucky day for the prison governors ! GOVERNOR. Oh God, yes ! Hear that noise ? ALESSANDRO. No. What ? that murmuring ? GOVERNOR. Thats a crowd somewhere. ALESSANDRO. Yes ? GOVERNOR. Therell be more rioting. I wonder what about. ALESSANDRO. I really cant conceive Why, in this weather, too, folks arent content to leave Things quiet. GOVERNOR. Well, they wont. Look, heres a lunatic ! Christ ! with a lamb smeared red to wave on a lo…
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… morning as to sing. They think your cloistered lily withered up or plucked ! Come out, although you stream like the new aqueduct ! [THE GOVERNOR appears at the window. GOVERNOR. Ah, Sandro ! what is this ? I did not hear you call. I was with 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…
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…at can we answer ? ALESSANDRO. Naught. Be silent and adore ! [MONICA 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…
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…ut Truth, show us the Princess ! 1ST VOICE. Ay, bring her out ! ALL. Bring her out ! ALESSANDRO. Hush, friends. Thats not so mad. Come, Governor, these folk Are not so bad at heartbut they cant see a joke ! 1ST VOICE. Devil a joke ! The angel murdered in her cell ! 2ND VOICE. The martyred maiden ! 3RD VOICE. Angel of Venice ! ALESSANDRO. Ding, dong, bell ! Shut up the rattle-shop, its Mass-time ! Nowyou will ? Therehes a fine old boy ! GOVERNOR. Oh, keep the people still ! Ill bring her to the window. [He goes. ALESSANDRO. Ho ! three ch…
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…e, by God, theres not a man that quails. Well tear the prison down with our own finger-nails. ALESSANDRO. Oh ! wait a little ! Ask the governor ; hes my friend. VOICES. Cut ! Shame ! your friend ! The brute ! The traitor ! ALESSANDRO. Fiddlesticks end ! Silence, and let me call, if its the truth you need. 1ST VOICE. Yes, hear him, hes her friend too ! 3RD VOICE. Thats true ! ALESSANDRO. Yes, indeed, Id give my life to-day to succour the Princess ! 2ND VOICE. Ah, thats a man ! VOICES. Hurrah ! ALESSANDRO. However did you guess ? Peace n…
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…ob in angry silence make way for him to pass. MONICA, raising her hands in blessing, retires from the window. SCENE III. The room of THE GOVERNOR. MONICA closes the window. MONICA. Leave me in peace, my 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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…f the Abbess and the people overpowers the discipline and coolness of the others. ALESSANDRO takes no part in the fight. ALESSANDRO. Ho, Governor ! bring her out to the window once again, Or you will see your Doge beneath your window slain ! [THE GOVERNOR looks out, turns sharply, and gesti- culates to MONICA, who comes to the window. MONICA. Dear friends, good citizens ! I beg of you to hear me ! ALESSANDRO. Put up your weapons ! Hark ! The Princess speaks. [The riot is stayed. MONICA. Come near me ! My voice is weak with tears that for your s…
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…shops, 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. THE COUNTESS LUCREZIA SANZIO, a gay lady. ZELINA VISCONTI, a courtesan. THE PRINCESS MONICA ARETINO, a saint. THE ABBESS OF THE URSULINES. Venetian ladies, women of the people, courtesans, nuns, etc. xv
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…is bones ! [They hurl sticks and other missiles at the window. Some begin to break down the wall of the bridge, and take the stones. THE GOVERNOR and his men are driven in. MORTADELLO and a com- pany of bowmen arrive. MORTADELLO. Ah, dogs, do you rebel ? You have to deal with us ! Bolt to the crossbow men ! Fuse to the arquebus ! Mow them like grass before the sickle ! They give back. Whip them to kennel ! [The crowd waver. ABBESS. [Rushing forward.] Men ! are you men ? To the attack ! The tyrants in our hands ! God is for us ! Strike hard ! D…