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…rds are earnest of the May behind. We are like choirs of angels that wait seven by seven What time aspires and assumes the Virgin to his Heaven God ! We areoh ! I feel her presence permeate The air like snow, far snow, far snow from heavens gate That falls on distant mountains, carried as the breeze Fans faintly through the fountains, married to all ease. O saintly and haloes head ! O source of ecstasy. Hope of inherited heaven and bliss to be ! She comes ! I feel it in my soul ! I flush, I faint
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…tning. Is there none makes head against him still ? LUCREZIA. Of course, there is the one. ALESSANDRO. That girl ! LORENZO. O miracle Of heaven, a virgin sent from heaven in purest pity With innermost intent to save our hapless city. O Monica ! the meek and mystic eremite ! ALESSANDRO. No gardeners ? Its odd !O maid ofwho God knows ! LORENZO. Her knees are worn with prayers ! With fasts her frame is weak ! ALESSANDRO. I knowI have been there ! I could not move or speak ! LORENZO. Yours is a loathsome mind. ALESSANDRO. Youcultivate the same…
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…ake Your right, most masterful of men. ORLANDO. I thirst to slake My beings torment at your breast. MONICA. If earth be all, I have all heaven in the rest to be your thrall. If earth be naught, what heaven may give who knows or cares ? I only ask an hour to livein these blue airs ! ORLANDO. Ah, give me all ! MONICA. I am your slave. Take all. ORLANDO. Ah Christ ! There is no man can content the grave.
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…diers, wrist to wrist. SOLDIERS. O we dare not ! MONICA. Your queen commands ; these are the last Of all the words that I shall say till Heaven opes. This is the golden gate and way of all my hopes. THE LIEUTENANT. High saint and virgin, we obey. MONICA. Make fast the ropes ! [They bind MONICA in silence, weeping, and lead her away.
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…p common-looking girl.] Fie ! youre a brute ! But shall we benefit at all Now Mortadello rules ? GIUSEPPE. Why, ortolans will fall From heaven all ready cooked for dinner. FILIPPO. [A sturdy good-natured youth.] I am sure If Monica has given her seal and signature To this, it must be right. GIUSEPPE. My hero-worshipper ! But I am just as bad : I pin my faith to her. MATTEO. She has Madonnas face ; Madonnas spirit shines Even through her bodily veil, the moon among the pines ! EUPHEMIA. When I was ill last year she came three times to see me …
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…ou what her power and eminence consist in. LUCREZIA. Oh ! she has all the love that common folk can give her. ALESSANDRO. Its rain from heaven above that goes to make a river. LUCREZIA. Springs swell it. ALESSANDRO. True. LUCREZIA. Beside she has wealth and rank. ALESSANDRO. Mere foam. LUCREZIA. But foam upon the tide of her prestige at Rome. Niece of a pope, adored already as a saint. ALESSANDRO. Thats something like a sword ! LORENZO. And yet her followers faint. LUCREZIA. Ah ! theres a fear abroad, a bilboes of con- straint The irons are …
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…s Richeliseu on the rearguard, as is only too evident from nearly the whole of the Second Act. And then in an evil hour, inauspicious in heaven, I took to the Salade Parisienne at the Rat Mort. I have had the strength of mind to destroy the corresponding manuscript.
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…bloodthe puri- fication by fire. Then the full rage of that awful noon of Godthe Truffles themselves. Then, as if to hold the blaze in heaven, the brandy
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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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…ng now ? I ache with impotence. MONICA. Where is she ? LUCREZIA. Know you not ? MONICA. For the sake of God ! LUCREZIA. Offence Alike to Heaven and Earth, she is now the universe To Mortadello ! MONICA. Ha ! LUCREZIA. Vow changed for vow ! MONICA. My curse. Changed for your curse ! Disdain swells every nerve and vein. Oh ! we shall laugh again when she lies stark. LUCREZIA. My brain Throbs with high fever to imagine it. MONICA. Ah, go ! I hold the lever, lure her to her overthrow I must be alone. Device must dovetail with device.
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… 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 not break. [He turns, GABRIELE has entered. Well, sir, and is the battle set ? GABRIELE. Alls won, my lord. Fate turns your humble ministress. The Countess Magdalene is lodged with the Princess.
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…uld send an air to stir the slack lagoon, We should be flinging care, a bubble, to the moon. MORTADELLO. Maybe ; for still the scroll of heavens anger lowers. MONICA. [To LUCREZIA.] Come, sweetheart, shall we stroll awhile among the flowers ? Well leave the men together to prattle politics. LUCREZIA. And scandal. MONICA. And the weather. ALESSANDRO. Ah, we shall try to fix Fresh bolts to our crossbows. MONICA. And we to back cuirass
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… love. [To MORTADELLO.] As Christ delights in Her for whom He gave His life, So cherish and defend and pleasure in your wife. Now, if in Heaven indeed be made and sealed a match MORTADELLO. Must this dull fool prate on till doomsday ? Come, dispatch ! THE BISHOP. Indeed, my lord, the day is passing hot. God sain And bless this union with fair auspices. Amen. [The ceremony 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…
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…l shaken by the brawl.] Farewell, prin- cess. I thank your kindly aid. [He goes off, R. ALL. Farewell ! Well follow Mortadello blind to heaven or hell. And heres good luck to the Princess, by sword and spur ! Our guardian angel in distressall health to her ! [They follow MORTADELLO, cheering. MONICA. It was well done. He sees what menace lies beneath The smiles that run like sunlight on my shining teeth ! ALESSANDRO. The hour draws near. The tigress springs ; I feel her breath Black hour of fear, whose leaden wings beat, beat like death. MON…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 15 His branding breath to bear me far beyond heaven and hell. Come ! let me hold my crystal cross up to the moon : A guess of gold were at a loss to tell its tune. See ! I draw slowly, lustful bliss my fond regard : The high and holy emblem is a poinard ! Dipped in such slime of Afric that a spider scratch Is mortal. Crime so delicate shall make a match With Mortadello. Filthy hound ! Vile sneering goat ! Soon my bedfellow, this be found thrust through your throat ! The comedy is fierce, is long, is dangerous ; But I am …
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…t suns holy home. How finer far the work now given me to do, My service not to shirk, a service all for you ! It were an easy ascent to heaven, to have died. How harder to consent to be your Doges bride ! Praise me not ; still I smart ; half renegade I rank me But no Venetian heart that shall not learn to thank me ! ALESSANDRO. [Without.] Praise to the King of Kings ! we bow before His will. She hath not soiled her wings ; she is out Angel still ! [The people break into a tumult of rejoicing. MORTA- DELLO and MONICA, after acknowledgement, cl…
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…will not eat nor drink till I have seen him die ! MONICA. So said not once the Lord in His high suffering. Will you be wounded more than Heavens holy king ?
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…n the water. ORLANDO. Ah ! the land Is an unworthy soul to excite our ecstasy, Whose billows rise and roll and tumble like the sea. Lo ! heaven is scarred across by the first moonray ! [The moon rises MAGDALENA. Go ! I pant. I heave. What loss one moment is ! How slow The pulse of the world beats when you are not with me ! ORLANDO. Look ! how the moon defeats the silence of the sea ! I go. [MAGDALENA withdraws, closing the shutter. He turns toward the bridge for a few steps, then stops. She said no less, she looked no less, she swore. No less, …