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56 MORTADELLO 57 LUCREZIA. Oh how I love you. MONICA. 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 wisel…
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…pions make orisons to neighbour Night, Their holy hate envenom Fate, envenom Light, Envenom all that cringe or call, that start or stir. Loves holocaust is to exhaust who loveth her, Exhaust of light, exhaust of might, exhaust of love, Until their world of woe uncurled 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 dun…
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… my skirt with even a fugitive Faint thought of evil, cleanse my heart and soul thereof, As thou dost heal all mens misdeeds with eager love. Our Lady of Vigilance, behold me ! I am weak. My lifes inheritance to take there are those that seek. There are evil men that hunt me to destroy meThou When they arise, confront them, hear thy virgins 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 …
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…une. MORTADELLO. Why, man, youre gloomy still ; the weathers cause enough. ALESSANDRO. No, highness, I am ill ; I have been crossed in love. MORTADELLO. Loves easy to be won. ALESSANDRO. My lord, you find it so. Its simple for the sun to set the field aglow ! But Im a star obscure, fantastical, forsooth ! And how should I allure and catch capricious youth ? MORTADELLO. Well, may you win ! But how allure the wanton air To breathe upon my brow ? I tell you, I despair. Your garden has a touch of freshness, I admit. ALESSANDRO. A little but no…
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…TADELLO. She-devil sprung from hell ! 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 ! MON…
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100 MORTADELLO My passions lime in love and crime ; I hiss, the snake Of the mad earth, I writhe in mirth, I fix my fangs In the red eye of the Most High, the orb that hangs So high, so fiercemy poisons pierce, my cold gray lips Climb, cling, and close, devour the rose in black eclipse. MORTADELLO. Ah ! what a dance and what a song ! ALESSANDRO. These desert girls Show all their hideously hot hearts in the whirls That make us drunk. MORTADELLO. Oh ! let us drink ! ZELINA. Pass round the wine ! I have a fear, a fret. MORTADELLO. O damnably div…
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… than life. MONICA. Take off the Sphinxs 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 three days old, my virgin breasts aglow. Are these worth Magdalenes, that blaze throughout the night. The swart imperious queens ? O …
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…ADELLO Speeding upon the darkmans road to their fell work ! 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 spar…
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…et the tune ; I fear to cast the throw. ORLANDO. Set back the rising moon ! Fate marches : who says no ? Death broods upon the tide, and love beams far and wide ; You my betrothèd brideathwart her corpse I stride ! Hide there beneath the porch ! Ill strike upon the bell, Kindle the fatal torch to light her soul to hell. [He strikes the bell. MAGDALENA appears at the window, dressed. My Magdalena ! You are ready ? Loves the tune ! Bare me your beauty to the night and the lagoon ! MAGDALENA. I am ready. [She disappears. ORLANDO. To meet God ! …
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82 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. You might have ruled alone in Venice whos above you ? MONICA. A cold distasteful throneI tell you that I love you. And then I am afraid of what the Pope may say About the prank I played on you the other day. And thenmy smile might fall too sudden to a sob. I dont care that [she makes a gesture of contempt] for all the favour of the mob. Your friends have real power ; mines but the power of storm. Its over in an hour ; your sun is always warm. MORTADELLO. If it were so, I think you would not be so frank. MONICA. …
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…urmur lives, You need not lift your veils. 2ND MASK. [In the central throne.] There are alternatives. Young man, well parley first. You love the Doges wife ? ALESSANDRO. So thats 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 yourselfs at stake. Listen, my friend ; we know For Monica…
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…weigh His words : I comprehend more than I care to say. [To ORLANDO.] Be of good cheer, in sooth ; theres much in what they say. Though love runs rarely smooth, yet love will find a way. [To MONICA.] And so farewell. MONICA. Farewell ! . . . One word. Would it accord
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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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…ly bower Showers from its space of lily-bloom and passion flower. There is a touch, sublime, caress beyond all kisses Kissed overmuch in loves distressthey are not as this is ! Ah, me unworthy of the love of God ! me stained With every sin, and bruised with every rod ! me drained Of all things, given up to the great King ! me brought By infinite mercy to his banqueting, me wrought Out of myself, out of all earthly taint ! Me shod Even with the silver sandals of a saint of God ! ALESSANDRO. She is with God, not upon earth ! A CITIZEN. Ask for …
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…ins Ive had lead onward to success. MORTADELLO. Where shall I lead you now ? MONICA. To my own house, I pray. MORTADELLO. And will your love allow the word I have to say ? MONICA. Ah, my lord, your fool will whisper by and by. I am faint yetwe rule in Venice, you and I ! [They go toward the door, her hand upon his shoulder, her face, turned away from him, illumined with a sinister smile.
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…er 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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… 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 the house, and the lackeys with their torches follow and close the door. ORLANDO cautiously rises. ORLANDO. Lean from the blind embrasure …
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…But as mills give no flour unless we put some grist in, I ask you 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 ! …
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…dead, not knowing it at all ; This solid earth we tread hells hated littoral ! Damned beyond hope long since ! MORTADELLO. And how does love support your Fine theory ? ALESSANDRO. Why, prince, the girls inflict the torture. MORTADELLO. Prince ! Then your jest is sharp. You make me out the devil ! ALESSANDRO. No ! Orpheus with his harp to lure us to the level ! Enter LUCREZIA and MONICA. MORTADELLO. Thus far I am with you, the summer rivals Hades. ALESSANDRO. The Church is wiser, too, to leave alone the ladies. LUCREZIA. What, will you hear it …
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…peak ! LORENZO. Yours is a loathsome mind. ALESSANDRO. Youcultivate the same ! These ladies you might find reciprocate your flame. With love the man who trifles, advancement surely misses Affairs of state one stifles with very skilful kisses !