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1912 · PDF PAGE 116

Mortadello

…urks 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 dog’s 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 Beseech your Highness. MORTADELLO. Well ! MONICA. Oh let me prophesy !

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1912 · PDF PAGE 120

Mortadello

…’ll scalp thy cursèd shaven poll, proud pelican ! MONICA. [Rushing out of the church.] What ! will you see this madman take the Legate’s life ? Cowards ! I’ll face him first, although I am his wife. [She snatches a sword from a bystander and interposes. I am the Pope’s ! I am the Pope’s ! For God and Christ ! Now, Mortadello, we cross swords ! . . . One stroke sufficed. [Putting her foot on the neck of MORTADELLO, and both hands to the hilt of the sword, she draws it from his throat. All stand aghast. Gentlemen, to your palaces ! This carrion B…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 30

Mortadello

…leanse my heart and soul thereof, As thou dost heal all men’s misdeeds with eager love. Our Lady of Vigilance, behold me ! I am weak. My life’s inheritance to take there are those that seek. There are evil men that hunt me to destroy me—Thou When they arise, confront them, hear thy virgin’s vow. Forgive them, even as I through thee am wholly shriven ; Let that absolve whereby all men may be forgiven ! Turn thou their hearts to grace, accept their penitence, That they may see thy face, gain absolution thence ! ORLANDO. Lady, your life’s in dange…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 76

Mortadello

… of true virginity ! Ha Ha ! How God must laugh ! Do you think we must die ? ORLANDO. They daren’t kill you. And as for me, I’ll sell my life. So dear I doubt they have the fee.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 122

Mortadello

…ough to allot your portions to you all. One I found faithful, one ; your devilish Doge’s wife, The saint and Amazon to-day that saved my life. The wind to stir your leaves, the star to crown your foam : Saint Monica receives the full support of 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 Princess’s brow, the sceptre in her lap.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 26

Mortadello

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 State’s …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 100

Mortadello

… me of ! MONICA. I give You glory, a tame cat. MORTADELLO. Too false and fugitive ! MONICA. Oh, you repine too much. At least I give you life, And in the bargain such a jewel of a wife ! MORTADELLO. Well, here’s my ring. I trust because I must, agree Just to be all unjust ! MONICA. My lust of comedy ! [She kisses him lasciviously. MORTADELLO. Once you were good and chaste ? MONICA. I really do not know :

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1912 · PDF PAGE 38

Mortadello

…ave doubled my regard with prudence as with pity. The name all give you, guardian angel of the city. You have thrice earned, be sure !—a life both good and great, Protectress of the poor, and saviour of the state. [He retires amid the sbirri. ORLANDO. Madwoman ! we are lost. MONICA. Oh No ! we have gained time. Whose star was never crossed ? Success may crown the crime. First, there’s the corpse to find. ORLANDO. What good is that to us ? MONICA. There’s something in my mind—it’s idle to dis- cuss— But something whispers we shall need it. ORLAN…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 97

Mortadello

… 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 soul, to win the prize my rival won. Do you think there is a sin I would have left undone ?

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1912 · PDF PAGE 87

Mortadello

…f it’s the truth you need. 1ST VOICE. Yes, hear him, he’s her friend too ! 3RD VOICE. That’s true ! ALESSANDRO. Yes, indeed, I’d give my life to-day to succour the Princess ! 2ND VOICE. Ah, that’s a man ! VOICES. Hurrah ! ALESSANDRO. However did you guess ? Peace now ! [Calls.] Hollo ! Hollo ! is that the Governor ?

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1912 · PDF PAGE 42

Mortadello

…the Doge’s doctor’s barge Outside the gates. GIUSEPPE. Whose gates ? MARCO. [Pointing off R., to canal.] Why there she goes, as large As life, and twice as natural !

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1912 · PDF PAGE 27

Mortadello

…word ! [She does so. So, sweet, while faintest fear can threat my troth-plight wife Shall its blade quiver and ache and fret to have her life. Be reassured. MAGDALENA. Death sits, your vassal, in your eyes. MORTADELLO. I swear by Mary and the Mass, your rival dies. MAGDALENA. Then go, my knight and king. I love you. MORTADELLO. Queen, good-night ! [He steps from the gondola. MAGDALENA. God and his angels watch above you. MORTADELLO. At the light You may expect my news. MAGDALENA. Strike swift and sure and subtle ! Snap the pale thread, my weddi…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 31

Mortadello

… service done. ORLANDO. A gift beyond all my dream, and all men’s orison. MONICA. Speak ; it is yours. ORLANDO. I ask a rarer prize than life. MONICA. Take off the Sphinx’s mask. ORLANDO. I want you for my wife. MONICA. My lord, ask something else. I am not worthy of love. ORLANDO. Love, if I read you, spells a word you know not of. Therefore therein for me the supreme triumph lies. [MONICA hesitates and prays silently. MONICA. My Venice, ‘tis for thee I make the sacrifice. Must it be so ? Behold, like babe-soft moons of snow. Moons barely thre…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 72

Mortadello

…dle mine, a pall of snaky jet ! My mouth is thin like Saturn’s ring, your mouth is red As Mars, a sword, a snake to sting, a sun to shed Life on all wanderers in the maze of love, a moon To curve, and Venus’ self to craze. LUCREZIA. O tender tune ! You know the secret of all sweetness. MONICA. No ! ’tis you Who are too fair.

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1912 · PDF PAGE 99

Mortadello

…t me die ! MONICA. Why yes ! and leave me to my hope By virtue—and address—to pacify the Pope. MORTADELLO. All I have played for, all my life long, lost ! MONICA. No, won ! There’s naught beyond recall, no deed to be undone. Take Venice, take the throne, take favour and success All yours and yours alone—in married happiness ! A price to pay that most would call a prize to pluck ! MORTADELLO. Oh, I am like to boast of such a piece of luck ! Not for one instant dream that I’m your dupe. Your hate Glows forth its icy gleam from eyes emasculate ! M…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 58

Mortadello

…eneath reflects Above !) You owe your lord respect, obedience, and 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…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 96

Mortadello

… ! MORTADELLO. Its omen overcast with crimson clouds of war ! MONICA. Ah ! that’s for Venice folk, good sentimental fools ! We know that life’s a joke. MORTADELLO. You play with plaguy tools ! I know you, who you are—wanton and murderess. MONICA. Oh, if you knew how far the truth was from your guess ! MORTADELLO. Assassin, hypocrite—your sham stigmata bleed ! MONICA. O man of little wit, O bat of little breed ! They are the very scars—it was mine own surprise. There’s more beneath the stars than meets a critic’s eyes. MORTADELLO. I know you, fa…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 110

Mortadello

…re are alternatives. Young man, we’ll parley first. You love the Doge’s wife ? ALESSANDRO. So that’s the thunderburst ! I love her as my life. I need not say that she is cold and virtuous. She scarce supposes me—— 2ND MASK. You need not lie to us. ALESSANDRO. Sir, I would lie to God. 1ST MASK. Quite right, quite right. The lad Means well. ALESSANDRO. I may be odd, but not devoutly bad. 2ND MASK. More than yourself’s at stake. Listen, my friend ; we know For Monica’s sweet sake how would you overthrow The Doge ; we want to know what you propose …

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1912 · PDF PAGE 85

Mortadello

…e is here, goes down and slobbers on the stones, Kisses the turnkey, deaves the captain with his groans, Wants to repent and live a holy life henceforth, Prays and sings hymns to avert God’s overwhelming wrath, Compares himself, dear God, to the thief upon the cross, Pities his gaolers, doomed to everlasting loss—— ALESSANDRO. Why, but it seems you have a model set of scamps. What harm’s done ? GOVERNOR. Harm enough when common sense decamps It’s bad enough to guard one’s self against attacks, But there’s no dealing with religious maniacs. ALES…

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1912 · PDF PAGE 32

Mortadello

…lack desire ! Bruise me with lust, and tear my flesh, and drink my blood, One poniard thrust, one flail to thresh, one storm to flood My life with death, my soul to char—O speak the spell !—

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