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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 53 LUCREZIA. The Angel of Venice prays. Dear God, what rich perfume Must flood the starry ways, a fragrant lily-bloom ! Dare I disturb the wreaths that curl toward God ? MONICA. Amen ! LUCREZIA. How like a babe she breathes ! MONICA. [Rising and going to greet LUCREZIA.] What news from Venice then ? Why, my Lucrezia, you are fair ! The wound is healed ? Why, well, then ! Do we still despair to take the field ? LUCREZIA. Still in his iron gauntlet gripped the city squirms. MONICA. Then Mortadello has not slipped off to th…
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6 MORTADELLO 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. LU…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 31 SCENE III. The steps of St. Marks Church (as in Scene I). A number of passers-by and loungers. Enter LUCREZIA and ZELINA, meeting. LUCREZIA. And so we meet again. Where have you been this while ? ZELINA. Your smiles so sweet it is no wonder you beguile. Oh ! I know well where you have been, false friend ! LUCREZIA. False friend ? How shall I spell it ? ZELINA. How you will. Beware the end ! LUCREZIA. I am sorry. Say what wrong Ive done you. ZELINA. You dont know ? Who stole away my Sandro ? LUCREZIA. Yours ! Three…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 55 LUCREZIA. My pulses beat. MONICA. My skin sheds dew. Now do you know me ? 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, ju…
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32 MORTADELLO ZELINA. Cesspool of lust ! LUCREZIA. See, theres a beggar might take pity And share his crust with you. ZELINA. You scour-pot of the city ! LUCREZIA. Take care ! ZELINA. Take care of what ? LUCREZIA. Of all your own diseases ! You poison air ; be off, and dont pollute the breezes. ZELINA. Oh ! Ill be gone. To talk to you is too degrading. Who ruined John of Padua ? How came Carlos roses fading ? How did the brave Bandello die ? I the lazar-hole, Cursing. LUCREZIA. You rave. ZELINA. Who sent black Straparolas soul To hell ? Y…
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54 MORTADELLO 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 n…
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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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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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…ong the Doges beard Has grown in these three years, the jovial old rogue ! What course his galley steers, what girls are in the vogue ! Lucrezia anyhow is none the worse for wear ; For here she comes, I vow ! LORENZO. O fairest of the fair ! ALESSANDRO. Zelina on her arm. LORENZO. You craze ! Youll surely come to harm from sleeping in her rays ! Enter LUCREZIA and ZELINA. LUCREZIA. Sandro ! ZELINA. Its Sandro ! ALESSANDRO. Yes ! LUCREZIA. We thought you were in France. ALESSANDRO. And not such a bad guess
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…LO. 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 said, the husband of a moon ? MORTADELLO. But he has lost his head already. ALESSANDRO. Late in June It went to seek my heart that I had lost in May. LUCREZIA. I wish I had the art to find them both to-day. ALESSANDRO. What would you…
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4 MORTADELLO ALESSANDRO. A womans whim ? For doubtless every one says his wife poisoned him. LUCREZIA. And Mortadello rules 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 gi…
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… Sandro how to woo ! MONICA. This is the usufruct of your instruction too ! MORTADELLO. I own defeat of wit. Fair lady, lead me hence ! [LUCREZIA goes on MORTADELLOS arm. MONICA. Be merciful to it ! LUCREZIA. O trust my indolence ! MORTADELLO. She scorns to measure swords. LUCREZIA. Indeed, it is the heat. ALESSANDRO. Your ladys laugh accords. MORTADELLO. The masculines effete. [He goes off flirting with LUCREZIA. MONICA. See Mortadello bloom, a poppy ! ALESSANDRO. Which you nip. Its colour and perfume were stolen from your lip. MONICA. I da…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 7 THE GONDOLIER. Ay ! Ay ! my lord. ALESSANDRO. Outrun the dolphin and the deer ! Murano ! 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 mov…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 105 SCENE V. The Palace of the Doge. The Throne-room. MONICAALESSANDROLUCREZIA. A distant bell, the Great Bell of St. Marks, still tolls. MONICA. Embrace me ! Here we stand at the cross-roads of Fate. Enlace me ! hand in, hand what ardours we await ! The merry play is played, the comedy that Pan On very Ida made, the comedy of man ! LUCREZIA. I gave her steel to twist and writhe herself upon. MONICA. One flicker of my wrist, and his black soul was gone. ALESSANDRO. I have done nothing yet. MONICA. Oh, you have laughed…
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108 MORTADELLO ALL. All glory to the Angel of the City of the Isles ! [All go out quietly, except ALESSANDRO and LUCREZIA, who remain with MONICA, kneeling in prayer. As they are left alone, MONICA extends her arms and crushes their mouths against her face. CURTAIN.
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…ord. MORTADELLO. Put up your sword. I have your measure. What ? you will force me to arrest you ? [MORTADELLOS attendants come forward. LUCREZIA staggers, and falls into ALESSANDROS arms. LUCREZIA. [Aside] Sandro, stay ! Follow the course agreed. ALESSANDRO. The dog must have his day. Oh ! but youre hurt ! MORTADELLO. Young man ! she shall be tended. ALESSANDRO. Well. No ! take my shirt. Staunch the dear breast ! MORTADELLO. A miracle It missed her heart. Give thanks to God, young sir. A PHYSICIAN, entering hastily, L PHYSICIAN. Make way ! A…
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…RTADELLO at full speed ZELINA. [Rising.] We are betrayed. Oh, but Ill save him yet ! I see the pretty plot. Ill find a finer fantasy ! LUCREZIA. [Rising and unveiling.] No, you shall not ! Here, for the dagger-stroke you struckthis to your heart ! And this across your face for luckand this for art ! [She stabs her thrice. ZELINA. O devil ! We have slept and waked and played together. LUCREZIA. And now my lust of you is slaked ! Now snaps the tether. Curst whore ! [ZELINA dies. Fair ladies, drink ! move hence at your own peril ! This night i…
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…agoon, 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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…guards, the governor of the prison, servants, etc. THE COUNTESS MAGDALENA PISELLI, the widowed daughter-in-law of the Doge. THE COUNTESS LUCREZIA SANZIO, a gay lady. ZELINA VISCONTI, a courtesan. THE PRINCESS MONICA ARETINO, a saint. THE ABBESS OF THE URSULINES. Venetian ladies, women of the people, courtesans, nuns, etc. xv
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…ca ! I pay. [The crowd go off, cheering and comforting MARCO. ALESSANDRO. There is our strength, Lucrece, the folks blind faith in her. LUCREZIA. So may all end in peace !