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…A. A distant bell, the Great Bell of St. Marks, still tolls. MONICA. Embrace me ! Here we stand at the cross-roads of Fate. Enlace me ! hand in, hand what ardours we await ! The merry play is played, the comedy that Pan On very Ida made, the comedy of man ! LUCREZIA. I gave her steel to twist and writhe herself upon. MONICA. One flicker of my wrist, and his black soul was gone. ALESSANDRO. I have done nothing yet. MONICA. Oh, you have laughed ! The key. The secret coronet of all the comedy ! ALESSANDRO. Yes : it is only now when I am sure we w…
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… proceeds. When the candles should be given to the betrothed, MORTADELLO disdainfully waves it aside, and his page holds it for him, the handmaiden of MAGDALENA performing the same office. THE ARCHBISHOP. Now take your ladys hand, my lord, and with the oath Supreme confirm the consummation of your troth. Per Patrem, per Filium, per Spiritum Sanctum Ita conjungo vos in matrimonium ! [MORTADELLO, taking the hand of MAGDALENA, starts and pales. He snatches at it, and the corpse falls crashing forward from its chair.
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36 MORTADELLO Ill whisper, and your sea runs smooth, luxuriant. Come, take this gallant nobles hand, he is your lord. [ALESSANDRO does homage, reluctantly, and takes MORTADELLOS offered hand. ALESSANDRO. Id kiss the devil at your command. MONICA. Put up your sword ! Now, gentles all, we reconcile each warring thought, End all our quarrel with a smile, right richly wrought. Farewell, Count Mortadello ! Go your lordly ways, Followed by faith and overflow of high-pitched praise. [To ALESSANDRO.] For you sir, since you erred, repair your fault …
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78 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. Well, since you will have it so, Heres hand to hand will give you traitors blow for blow. [They fight, the guard but half-heartedly, and the fury of 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…
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… sword. ALL. We swear to follow and obey thee as our lord. THE DOGE. Tis sworn. Retire, and one by one re-entering Unmask, and kiss the hand of who shall be your king. [All bow and retire. Then they enter, unmask, kiss the hand of MORTADELLO, reveil and depart. MORTADELLO. [To the first.] I am glad your worth and wisdom are appreciated. [To the second.] Does the whole earth contain a wiser, holier head ? [To the third.] Greetings my lord. I was sure indeed you were of the Ten. [To the fourth.] Death, by my sword ! Ist you, most luck- less of …
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…say ? MONICA. Ah, my lord, your fool will whisper by and by. I am faint yetwe rule in Venice, you and I ! [They go toward the door, her hand upon his shoulder, her face, turned away from him, illumined with a sinister smile.
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…he final day that fronts the Judgement seat : The elements pass away molten with fervid heat I have lain prostrate, stunned, not moving hand or foot, Morose and moribund, malevolent and mute, Red nightmare hunting down black nightmare in my brain, My consciousness a crown of unimagined pain, All being dulled and dense, this one chord twanged, the lust That stirs its somnolence, a serpent in the dust ; The 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…
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…but peace. GABRIELE. That is the word I seek. MONICA. The strong bid trouble cease : mere war is for the weak. GABRIELE. Elseheres the hand of steel ! This warrant witnesseth.
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…elm the spirit. If such mystery In my realm of the Ten, what shall I deem of the Three ? THE DOGE. My son, the keys of power are in your hand this hour. The garden is yours ; the shower is Gods ; may He grant the flower ! MORTADELLO. Father, I take my leave ; to-morrows busi- ness presses. Venice shall wake to joy-bells. THE DOGE. Make the wildernesses To blossom like the rose, my God, in whom I trust. MORTADELLO. Trust me to strike, my father. THE DOGE. Son, we are but dust [They greet solemnly, and MORTADELLO departs by the secret entry. Is…
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…O lands and assists MAGDALENA. MORTADELLO. Ho, lackeys, links and torches ! Wake, you sleepy knaves ! High lady, condescend to take this hand, a slaves. [The palace door opens, and lackeys bring torches.
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8 MORTADELLO MAGDALENA. I thank you, my good lord. This hand I place in yours. Shall help you to hold fast our land, while life endures. The faith of Mortadello guard, his love keep warm. Alike his city and his ward, from hate and harm. MORTADELLO. God grant it. All is now arranged, the council firm. The houses hostile or estranged all brought to term, The Doge content, the Church well bribed, the navy ours, None left that might have circumscribed our parted powers. That blessed hour that joins our hearts and hands in one Sees also the States …
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…for that ! SOLDIER. So now we fight In the very court. ORLANDO. Ill hurl me at his throat to-night ! Come, sir, your sword in your left hand ! Strike one last blow ! SOLDIER. I am your servant to command. ORLANDO. [To MONICA.] Now pray ! MONICA. O no ! I will compel the Christ to hear ! My fierce demands Shall strike again the Romans spear in those pale hands ! Go, and God guard you ! ORLANDO. Never fear ! our storm-star stands. [ORLANDO, with drawn sword, and the soldier rush out. MONICA kneels again at the prie-Dieu, with outstretched hands…
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…. Then, before God, I swear it, she shall 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 wif…
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…rn. SCENE II. The Cabinet of THE DOGE. It is furnished as a work-room with papers, etc. But there is a throne, with five seats on either hand. THE DOGE is with a Secretary at work. An officer 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 m…
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… and what she does Your very eyes, I swear, shall see. MORTADELLO. Calamitous ! My brain turns. MONICA. It shall clear. By Fatimas holy hand. O Monica, appear ! I, it is I, command ! [She drops the veil from her face. Stare, murderer, stare your eyes out ! Let them start From your pale face, despair through all your dastard heart. Yes, I have won, I have won ! Black bastardy of fear ! My auguries are done, my vengeance drawing near Is at your throat. I will be gone. Tis here ! Tis here ! [She disappears. MORTADELLO. God ! God ! Im poisoned.…
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… 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 That I am free to bet it will not pinch at all. It is but this : next week sees Mortadello wed. You will be kind to speakf…
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…For you remains reward, the Lion of St. Mark. [He throws the chain and symbols over the shoulders of GABRIELE, who kneels and kisses his hand Now, are the ten waiting ? GABRIELE. So I believe, my Lord. THE DOGE. Call them ! [GABRIELE goes to the throne, and, pressing a spring, admits a number of masked nobles. Farewell. And bid the captain of the guard Double his men without, and the strictness of his ward. [THE TEN range themselves. THE DOGE sits. Lords, I have summoned you at this auspicious hour. Hopes consummation, triumph of policy and po…
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…o it ends. [He stabs MORTADELLO, who falls, dragging the sword with him. ORLANDO flees behind the altar and escapes, as nobles, sword in hand, re-enter and pursue him. 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 Thes…