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52 MORTADELLO Let asps lurk in the orange blossoms of my hair, Great gasps of death strangle my Judas-love, despair Bite deep into his heart before I draw the veil And steep in murder, harpys tooth and claw, my pale Pure face, my bloodless virgins face, to dip and bury Its grace in his black blood, my long thin lip made merry With mouthing at his heart-strings, and my white throat working, Its drouth dissolved as the blood sucks, sucksnightshade lurking In dells of witchcraft where black Hecate shoots out In hells lust, her tongue, a frenzy…
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…wned, come armed, come conquering, Come, save me, save thy maiden ! Strike each barbèd dart Home to the grave convent and cloister of my heart, Where all thine anguish in mine own repeats each phrase. There all loves languish, there all sound of prayer and praise Dies, there one thought alone rules with an iron rod, Flies to the court of our immitigable God Thine, thy great word that thundered out from Calvary. Mine, hast thou heard ? Eli, lama Sabachthani ! Here, every nail that pierced thy hands, that pierced thy feet, Spear, through the vei…
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…ys old, my virgin breasts aglow. Are these worth Magdalenes, that blaze throughout the night. The swart imperious queens ? O read your heart aright ! Spare me, save Venice ! ORLANDO. No. This one thing I demand. To melt your shroud of snow, my sultry sun to brand Your bosom with its fierce intent, its angry ray. MONICA. 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 ? ORLAN…
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…r cheek Ill kiss your fear away, sweet girl. Ill whisper things Subtler than basilisks that furl and fold their wings Over the serpent-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 ha…
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…LO. Young man ! she shall be tended. ALESSANDRO. Well. No ! take my shirt. Staunch the dear breast ! MORTADELLO. A miracle It missed her heart. Give thanks to God, young sir. A PHYSICIAN, entering hastily, L PHYSICIAN. Make way ! Alls well. My art can save her. ALESSANDRO. Sure ? PHYSICIAN. If skill can say ! See ! theres no dirt or venom on the dagger-blade ; A simple hurt five days will cure. Be not afraid. MORTADELLO. Begone then. Nows the hour when Morta- dello strikes. To the summit of his power, whose high-pooped galleon rides An invio…
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10 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. Good-night, then, sweetheart, and God guard you. Oars there. MAGDALENA. Go, And God be with you, to strike hard ! MORTADELLO. Give way, men, row ! God pleasure you with sainted sleep, and dreams of me And the brave deed I purpose. MAGDALENA. Keep my love of thee In this, its token. [She takes a jewelled stiletto from her hair, and throws it into the gondola. MORTADELLO. Ere Gods globe from the sea upstart Its splinter shall be thrust through robe and rib to heart [His gondola glides off. MAGDALENA. enters further into…
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…Thou puny puking patch, White-livered, yellow-bellied wittol ! MORTADELLO. Ha ! [He wounds ORLANDO. ORLANDO. A scratch. Theres for your heart, if you have one ! Christ but you were near Hell then ! MORTADELLO. Help ! Help ! Im mastered ! ORLANDO. Youre Damnations peer
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…will you hear it said, the husband of a moon ? MORTADELLO. But he has lost his head already. ALESSANDRO. Late in June It went to seek my heart that I had lost in May. LUCREZIA. I wish I had the art to find them both to-day. ALESSANDRO. What would you do with them ? LUCREZIA. Why, throw them to the fish. MONICA, And Ive got a stratagem to win the wench her wish. ALESSANDRO. You jest ? MONICA. Not I ! MORTADELLO. Indeed, the Princess never smiles. MONICA. You wrong yourself. I need the City of the Isles.
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…st half foot and the second foot : Come, save me, save thy maiden ! Strike each barbèd dart Home to the grave convent and cloister of my heart, 9. After the fifth foot : Last, to the lords who by their attitude applaud This day of burial to faction, feud, and fraud.
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26 MORTADELLO EUPHEMIA. Duck him, and clean his heart. MARGARTIA. Yes, duck him, the low brute. MATTEO. No ! Ive got a knife. Lets mend the matter at the root ! [ALESSANDRO interposes, and beats off the crowd with scabbarded sword. ALESSANDRO. Here now ! Whats this ? Whats this ? MARCO. My lord, theyll murder me. ALESSANDRO. Why, Marco ! GIUSEPPE. My good lord, hes earning slanders fee ! ALESSANDRO. But if it should be true ? FILIPPO. It cant be true. As well You ask me to believe a Moslem miracle ! ALESSANDRO. Thanks, my good friends. …
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…Rome ! 2ND MASK. [Showing a parchment.] Most secret in the State, the Three have stood apart, Ruling the pulse and rate of all the civic heart. For them I speak : they vow to place the Ducal Cap On the Princesss brow, the sceptre in her lap.
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64 MORTADELLO Beneath the blessings from her false lips lisped, is choked, 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, sh…
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…eparts by the secret entry. Is it vainglory, or the confidence of youth ? I would give half my realm for certainty of truth. But oh ! my heart misgives me. Pshaw ! I am old ! I am old ! All will be well, will be well. Buthow these bones are cold !
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… all the comedy ! ALESSANDRO. Yes : it is only now when I am sure we win, Wreathing each beaming brow with the reward of sin, That in my heart there seems the echo of a sigh. Delight dissolves the dreams desire had set on high ! MONICA. Oh, we shall find fresh food. True wit is never stale. Trust me, my merry mood. LUCREZIA. Provided we prevail. Can Venice be deceived ? ALESSANDRO. Could all the angel choirs Make any truth believed ? MONICA. Man thinks as he desires. And all men being blind and deaf ALESSANDRO. It follows then That women will…
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…t. Ill find a finer fantasy ! LUCREZIA. [Rising and unveiling.] No, you shall not ! Here, for the dagger-stroke you struckthis to your heart ! And this across your face for luckand this for art ! [She stabs her thrice. ZELINA. O devil ! We have slept and waked and played together. LUCREZIA. And now my lust of you is slaked ! Now snaps the tether. Curst whore ! [ZELINA dies. Fair ladies, drink ! move hence at your own peril ! This night is trembling on the brink of stark and sterile Dooms that roar loud ! O laugh ! O sing ! O dance ! Ill pla…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 9 She has heavens voice whose silence drowns earths crazy cries MORTADELLO. You are nervous, sweetheart, MAGDALENA. When she frowns, my spirit dies. MORTADELLO. 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 hushe…
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…great heat the people stood, mute beasts, stock still. As for the thunder waits a wood, a hush, a thrill, A quiverso I have seen a stag heart-striken die. MORTADELLO. Well, we must let no effort flag. GABRIELE. My energy Is all to find the Princess. Hid, who knows what spear She may fling suddenly ? MORTADELLO. God forbid ! GABRIELE. Suppose she appear Whence who can tell, with what allies God only knows, The mob, the merchants MORTADELLO. Pah ! GABRIELE. My spies lean to suppose A third of us, by greed sharp spurred, would take the chance T…
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…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 catch the naked Now Seems almost Fatebut I say Nay, say Nay, say Nay. I have taught myself to …
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…rops 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. Stop the fiend ! Arrest her, friends ! All my wealth for a leech ! So Mortadello ends ! No ! Jesus ! up and out ! By God ! Ill kill her first, Though all my blood is boiling and my bowels …
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…ard as stone ; with such the pit is paved. There are vices that atoneif Venice may be saved ! Go, pray for me. God yet may humanize his heart. If not, do you forget your Monica. Depart ! [The nuns rise and go, weeping. MONICA advances ; an ecstatic smile steals over her face, lit by the moonrise. Mother of Christ ! I fare too well. By God, I feared To have enticed his soul to hellwhat devil sneered ? It was too much. I am bewitched. I loved him so. Ah God ! I touched. How my soul itched let God not know ! That strong black breast ! Those cru…