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…lo now ! ORLANDO What, Monica the saint ! MONICA. Oh, you may see my soul ! Blood has washed off the paint ! You were my gain and goal ! Kiss me while she still bleeds ! I am yours, your slave, your toy, The furrow of tropic seeds, black bliss of Afric joy ORLANDO. Frightful and frantic dream ! Portentous, mon- strous omen ! I sail upon a stream of blood of slaughtered foeman ! We shall go far, go far, follow the one red star MONICA. Look how the scarlet scar writhes ! ORLANDO. How divine you are ! Kiss me again ! What feasts of passion to ex…
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…h upon my 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-…
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… Ah ! your love. I pay its price ! Quick, to the door girl. Footsteps. Tis Orlando. LUCREZIA. Yes. MONICA. Do up your hair. Give me one kiss. Oh loveliness ! [A knock. Come in ! Come in ! I have waited long. Enter ORLANDO. LUCREZIA. Farewell, Princess ! MONICA. Farewelland see the guard is strong. [Exit LUCREZIA. ORLANDO. The bloodhounds press Hard on my heels. MONICA. Are we safe here ? ORLANDO. They cannot find The secret passage ; have no fear. MONICA. Oh, love is blind. Did you do wisely ? ORLANDO. Stratagem secure. MONICA. Then how Goes …
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…forget me ! ZELINA. God send a breath of ocean air ! Lorenzo, how are you ? LORENZO. O sweetest of the sweet ! What raptures I renew ! I kiss your hands and feet ! And you, Lucrezia, deign to throw one scornful glance ALESSANDRO. Remember your poor swain has been three years in France ! LUCREZIA. [To ALESSANDRO.] Who could be happier than I to put in those These hands ? ZELINA. [To ALESSANDRO.] Ill rival her as far as welcome goes. ALESSANDRO. Ive come from Paris crowned for being cold and clever ; Lorenzo will be found more amorous than eve…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 61 MONICA. Oncekiss your wife ! The guard comes. Enter a Soldier, covered with blood, his right arm hanging use- less by his side. He staggers and gasps. SOLDIER. Pardon me ! Alls lost. MONICA. Nay, say nothing yet ! Be of good courage. Gods a host they have not met ! ORLANDO. What is it ? SOLDIER. The damned hunchback tis so bloodily That bears it. The two gates are his. We can but die. ORLANDO. Is he run mad ? A convent ! SOLDIER. Mad ! hes mad with lust And blood. Yet by his side he had the Archbishop. ORLANDO. T…
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…ll ! Where is that bosoms gold Of Magdalene ? cold too ! MONICA. I envied her the bliss. Of her black loveand you ! Now, am I worth a kiss ? MORTADELLO. I have it in my mind to end with you outright. MONICA. And you yourself might find an end before to- night. MORTADELLO. Oh ! you are cunning ! MONICA. Love is given wit, you know. Begotten from above, and nourished from below ! MORTADELLO. Why did you spare my life just now ? MONICA. Why, first of all, I want to be your wife. MORTADELLO. Dear God forbid ! MONICA. To enthrall You, body and so…
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…grains enough For all unchaste perverse fantastic dreams of love. All the black bliss that crime contains, subtly obscene, Lurks in its kiss. O bowers of bronze ! O glades of green ! O Gods and Jinn that hide within the honied bead ! All pride and prize of all life lies within one seed. Take it and wish ! I swear the word shall be fulfilled ! [She offers the hashish potion. MORTADELLO. Then this dogs life of man and wife 1ST MASK. Oh, strife be stilled ! 2ND MASK. My lord, consider. MORTADELLO. What ? Who beards me, balks me ? ALESSANDRO. I…
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…r 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 wife Shall its blade quiver a…
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… ? Can the boon you seek escape ? Ah, but your bosom is the moon, your cheek a grape ! Mine are but baby breasts. See here ! Not worth a kiss. Theres nothing for a man to fear in thisor this. LUCREZIA. Oh they are beautiful ! MONICA. Oh no ! but yet my soul Is mighty, I will have you know, to gain its goal. Nowtell me ! is it death you invokeZelinas death ? You want me to give poison, choke the assassin breath ! LUCREZIA. I ask revengenay, justicewhen you come to power. MONICA. So be it, I swear by Christ, Amen ! Await the hour. LUCREZIA…
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… ! I have seen such. LUCREZIA. So is my thought. How should I speak To you, all love of lilies wrought ? MONICA. Give me your 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 m…
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…e 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 I lay This penance ; to attend me where I go to pray. MORTADELLO. [Still s…
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…MONICA. Yes, but I shall not sink ; you make a perfect plank. This hour is mine ; and this shall breed me many more. Your Charon-fees a kissand I shall come to shore. MORTADELLO. I would as soon espouse a trull upon the quays. MONICA. My beauty can arouse no kinder thoughts than these ? Ah, but, my lord, you must forget the past, forgive The wrong. Love springs from lust. MORTADELLO. Theres an alternative. MONICA. O not for you ! Look here, this budding breast of mine ! Here bleeds yet from the spear that slew my God and thine Its wound. O f…
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…As none before me, given all my youth, dear Lord, To Thee, now hear me, hear me, hear me this one breath ! Give me this Mortadello to my kissand death !
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…ed reach out above To where the great black snake of Fate is coiled about The very spine of God, a vine divine, devout. Oh for the blind kiss of the wind, the desert air Thrilling the blue and shrilling through my souls despair ! Oh for the sharp edge of the escarpments of the dunes ! Diffract through haze the rigid rays of the dead moons ! Saturn of lead, and Mars all red, and Venus blue, And purple Jove, lend me your love, as mine to you ! All stars, all vast worlds that stream past. I lust to slake
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…shed the Unction by whose grace the blest are saved Sweet, sweet, oh sweeter when I twine the bond of hate Complete about him, with one kiss to fond to mate His soul with death, cold slime of lust, my heart. O Lord. Control my passion. With black smiling art abhorred Bring all to the great end. How now ? What footfalls stir The hall ? Lucrezia ? Can she guess my suit to her ? Ah no ! not yet. Be still in deeps of prayer intense Bowed low ! And now may God give ear to their incense !
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A NOTE ON THE ALEXANDRINE 111 10. After the second and fourth feet, but with each line rimed within itself : Oh for the blind kiss of the wind, the desert air Thrilling the blue and shrilling through my souls despair. ( Thrilling and shrilling are here thrown in without extra charge. This device frequently recurs.) There may be one or two other complications which I have overlooked. I have made use of the usual liberties in the matter of using anapæsts and trochees for iambics. With regard to double rimes, I have sometimes treated them …