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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 3 ZELINA. Well, what a lucky chance ! ALESSANDRO. I thought you knew my friend. LUCREZIA. Of course. LORENZO. Too cruel twere To 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…
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…which is seen the Bridge of Sighs. ALESSANDRO. The clouds are charged with fire. I think the time is come. To loose the lightning flash. LORENZO. Our lion drugged and dumb Stirs in his torpor ; let him rise and shake his mane, Open his mouth and roar ! ALESSANDRO. Well, off with you, explain To the Committee ! Say we fear that the Princess Is murdered in her cell. Send forty men express To cry the news aloud by street and by canal. LORENZO. Well hold upon the quays a merry Carnival. ALESSANDRO. So, as crowds gather, urge them here. LORENZO. Th…
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2 MORTADELLO The history of the world, ay ! and of God that made it All lies close coiled and curled in a babes brain. LORENZO. Obeyed it His law when you discourse so airily thereon ? I think you make the source of all thingsthe Sorbonne ! ALESSANDRO. Well, the three years we spent were worth a score at home. LORENZO. I am glad enough we went ; but all roads lead to Rome. ALESSANDRO. All yours to sentiment ! Well, here we are at home. And nobody has blabbed the news your fervour feared. Which of our friends are stabbed, how long the Doges …
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…les in everything but name. ALESSANDRO. This comedy of fools ! He weds the widowed dame ? LUCREZIA. Why, yes ! Youre shrewd as shrewd ! Lorenzo you are dumb ! ALESSANDRO. Yes, but hes lewd as lewd ! Its all you need, in sum ! LUCREZIA. And youre as rude as rude ! ALESSANDRO. Im sorry ; those things come Like lightning. 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 cit…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 5 LORENZO. She is the one bright star on Adriatic foam. ALESSANDRO. She wrecks the stalwart spar, but floats the seaman home. LORENZO. She is the rainbow shown in Venice cloudy sky. ALESSANDRO. She is the juicy bone for angels to suck dry. LORENZO. She is the compass, she is the loadstone of the State. ALESSANDRO. She is the one-two-three when Hebrews Cal- culate. LORENZO. She is the serene saint whose prayers are pure perfume. The soul without attaint, the bud, the beeless bloom ! LUCREZIA. Indeed, you are too sharp, d…
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…LUCREZIA. [To ALESSANDRO.] Take my waist. ZELINA. [To ALESSANDRO.] And mine. ALESSANDRO. Oh ! not so fervent. Im anxious to be chaste ; Lorenzo is your servant. LORENZO. I love them ; they despise so poor a thing as I. ALESSANDRO. I laugh at them ; they rise to the occasion. LORENZO. Why ? ALESSANDRO. This was the primal curse, the climax of the rancorous. That girls should be perverse, and cavaliers cantankerous. [The gondola moves off L., and is met by another, closed. LUCREZIA. Tis Mortadellos crest that glitters on the prow ! ALESSANDRO.…
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…so access to the palazzo by land, a narrow passage C. along the edge of the canal. A bridge leads to this passage. Enter upon the bridge LORENZO and ALESSANDRO. They lean upon the parapet. LORENZO. HE solemn stones upsoar ; the dimpled water smiles. How good to see once more the City of the Isles ! ALESSANDRO. No fairer than before ; tis absence that be- guiles. Why do we love the rude, the rancid and the rotten, The crazy and the crude ? Familiar things forgotten ! We are but ghosts renewed, not infants new-begotten. T
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… 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 not rusted that hold our folk in fee ; And Mortadellos trustedthe trusted of the Three. ALESSANDRO. Well, I am freedoms friend : my sword is idle long. When I am wanted, send. LUCREZIA. God keep your purpose strong. But what a blistering night ! ZELINA. I stifle. LORENZO. Is there wind, Should…
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98 MORTADELLO Divinely tall and thin, the strings of the guitars Are not so slender as she, so tremulous and trim LORENZO. Oh buxom girls for me ! Well, I prefer them slim ! [To the lady beside him.] Heres to your eyes, my dove ! [All appear startled and shocked. 2ND MASK. Take care, my lord, I hope You will not allow love to make you slight the Pope ! 1ST MASK. Then drink his Holiness, and get the business done. 2ND MASK. A pretty sort of mess you have just missed, my son ! LORENZO. Oh heres the good old Pope, long may he live and reign ! An…
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… TEN, the second secret council, whose members are known only to the Doge and The Three. THE COUNT ALESSANDRO, an extravagant. THE COUNT LORENZO, his friend. THE LORD GABRIELE, a hunchback, one of The Three. THE COUNT ALONZO, one of The Ten. ORLANDO, a negro of the Tunisian Sudan, a bravo. THE LEGATE OF THE POPE. The archbishop, bishops, clergy, sbirri, gondoliers, Jew merchants, bravos, officers of state, secretary to the Doge, soldiers, sentinels, bodyguards, the governor of the prison, servants, etc. THE COUNTESS MAGDALENA PISELLI, the widow…
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… on the right again, then THE FIRST MASK and a Venetian gen- tlewoman. On the left of the host THE SECOND MASK, then a gentlewoman, then LORENZO and another gentle- woman. It is after midnight. The guests are in various stages of intoxication, which ALESSANDRO and THE MASKS only simulate. ALESSANDRO. And thus the banquet ends. MORTADELLO. The god is in the shrine. ALESSANDRO. Prepare yourselves, my friends, no mercy on the wine ! Ho there ! [Attendants appear, bringing great vases of silver. MORTADELLO. What flagons ! ALESSANDRO. Ay, Cellinis …
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… dances upon the dead body of ZELINA. SCENE IV. Outside St. Marks. Early morning. Enter MORTADELLO wildly with drawn sword, ALESSANDRO, LORENZO, and THE MASKS. MORTADELLO. God ! God ! the foam of stars ! the towers of iron ! the stairs ! The crested comb of demon powers that flares and flares ! The devil take the toasured louse ! Ill trim his tail ! For Gods sake get thee to thy house, unruly snail ! Why are those eyes so black and big ? That mouth so sharp ? I see the skies : they dance a jig to Davids harp. Boo ! Boo ! Shes fled, the poi…
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…yed dark auburn, and forty years of age. He is stout, tall and pompous. ALESSANDRO has rough hair of fiery red, and thirty years of age. LORENZO has scanty ashen hair, and twenty-eight years of age. GABRIELE is a hunchbacked dwarf, very strongly built, with a large and intellectual head. He is bald, and has fifty years of age. ORLANDO is of gigantic stature, a full negro. He has forty years of age. THE LEGATE is an old and venerable man of ascetic and noble type. MAGDALENA is a tall, robust, and buxom woman of thirty-five years old. Her hair is…
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…d of feast, of dusty devil-storm. MORTADELLO. The Mass, what figures ! Pass the wine ! Zelina, curl Your lissom arm, my lass, around me. LORENZO. See the girl At the first twitterings of the gallant guitar Sways like a palm and swings. ALESSANDRO. Nay, trembles like a star ! MONICA. [Sings to an Oriental dance.] The moon is on the horizon ; the desert aches To turn its face to silent space ; I see the snakes And scorpions make orisons to neighbour Night, Their holy hate envenom Fate, envenom Light, Envenom all that cringe or call, that start or…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 107 LORENZO. [Showing a parchment.] And let me say the same, good lords my countrymen, On their behalf who claim to sit among the Ten. PRINCE JULIO. The nobles are agreed : long live the fair Princess ! Her reign shall be the seed and flower of our success ! A CITIZEN. We have seen troublous times : at last good fortune smiles ! Heres glory to the Angel of the City of the Isles ! [MONICA assumes throne ; all applaud and do homage, MONICA comes forward and kneels be- fore THE LEGATE. MONICA. Now glory be to God, and glor…