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10 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. Good-night, then, sweetheart, and God guard you. Oars there. MAGDALENA. Go, And God be with you, to strike hard ! 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…
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…ride ! 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 ! your sulky soul must glide In a darker boat than mine, and cross a colder tide. [MAGDALENA opens the door, and comes out. MAGDALENA. See ! but a silken shawl between you and your lover ! [She opens it, spreadi…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 9 She has heavens voice whose silence drowns earths crazy cries MORTADELLO. You are nervous, sweetheart, MAGDALENA. When she frowns, my spirit dies. MORTADELLO. Then, before God, I swear 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 hushe…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 17 MAGDALENA. Oh ! you have killed me ! MONICA. [Coming out of shelter.] Ay ! detested harlot ! MAGDALENA. Thou ? MONICA. I think you will not lie with Mortadello 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 slaug…
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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 States …
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…n the candles should be given to the betrothed, MORTADELLO disdainfully waves it aside, and his page holds it for him, the handmaiden of MAGDALENA performing the same office. THE ARCHBISHOP. Now take your ladys hand, my lord, and with the oath Supreme confirm the consummation of your troth. Per Patrem, per Filium, per Spiritum Sanctum Ita conjungo vos in matrimonium ! [MORTADELLO, taking the hand of MAGDALENA, starts and pales. He snatches at it, and the corpse falls crashing forward from its chair.
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…l. THE DOGE. Is Mortadello slain, slain too ? O then let me Pass with the hapless ones into Eternity ? [He falls dead upon the corpse of MAGDALENA. MORTADELLO. [Rising on one elbow.] No, help me, loving friends, I live. Is the day won ? A NOBLE. Ay ! we lash home the fogs of revolution Are you sore hurt ? MORTADELLO. Hurt, ay ! but I shall live to flood These two-and-seventy isles with their childrens blood. Tend me, I faint. She-wolf ! O putrid period ! [He falls again. They support him and carry him in the chair of MAGDALENA. Wast thou the …
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…e our ecstasy, Whose billows rise and roll and tumble like the sea. Lo ! heaven is scarred across by the first moonray ! [The moon rises MAGDALENA. Go ! I pant. I heave. What loss one moment is ! How slow The pulse of the world beats when you are not with me ! ORLANDO. Look ! how the moon defeats the silence of the sea ! I go. [MAGDALENA withdraws, closing the shutter. He turns toward the bridge for a few steps, then stops. She said no less, she looked no less, she swore. No less, with equal stress, to him an hour before. O had she said one wor…
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…avos, officers of state, secretary to the Doge, soldiers, sentinels, bodyguards, 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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MORTADELLO; OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE SCENE I. The action takes place at Venice. R. the Palazzo of MAGDALENA, C. its entrance and steps to the canal L.; its gilded and armorial mooring-posts stand L. and U.C. It is midnight, and there is no light in the palace, or on the water, but only the faint light of the stars. There is also 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 ;…
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…x, and reform In the great square ! [All rush out but THE DOGE, who follows tottering, and MORTADELLO, who is bending over the corpse of MAGDALENA. THE DOGE. The square is swallowed up in storm. Give me my sword !
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…drive These angry-buzzing bees of Venice to the hive. THE DOGE. I am surrounded by a gang of sots. MORTADELLO. The knave ! THE DOGE. Oh, Magdalena ! oh my daughter ! Did the grave That yawned for my old bones catch thy young antelope spring ? MORTADELLO. Mother of God ! to find the slave that did this thing. Ill torture first the torturers to stimulate Device and practice. ORLANDO. [Rushing from behind the altar.] Now look up and face thy fate ! It is Orlando ! Did you think to steal my swan, Defile the blue-veined breasts this head has slept …
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… of us regret we did not take the risk. [Their gondola passes off, as the closed one draws up at the steps. MORTADELLO lands and assists MAGDALENA. MORTADELLO. Ho, lackeys, links and torches ! Wake, you sleepy knaves ! High lady, condescend to take this hand, a slaves. [The palace door opens, and lackeys bring torches.
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20 MORTADELLO With your design, I spell its inner sense, my lord If Magdalena were my guest until the rite ? GABRIELE. The auguries are fair ; you double my delight. But bid your cook beware ; double the tasters share ; Imagine my despair if . . . MONICA. It shall be my care. And heres a hint. You set a match ; then never let The opponent see the threat. GABRIELE. I am rebuked ; and yet You will forgive me, for the habit only stains My mind, because before my opponents had no brains. MONICA. Farewell, then, and God have you in his holy keepi…
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…heres many now asleep next week shall slumber sounder. [She glides over the bridge as ORLANDO, stripped, dives for the body of the LADY MAGDALENA.
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…LANDO 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 black, but her complexion pale. LUCREZIA is a tall, robust, and voluptuous woman of twenty-five years old. Her hair is of fine gold, her eyes of pale blue, and her complexion fair and rosy. ZELINA is small and plump. Her hair is brown, and her age nine-and- twenty, though she looks older. MONICA is of medium height, very thin an…
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…. It is but this : next week sees Mortadello wed. You will be kind to speakfew words, but friendly said, And in St. Marks, at Countess Magdalenas side, You cancel your account in giving him his bride. ORLANDO. Gods wounds ! MONICA. Forgive my friend ; he is distraught. GABRIELE. I 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 ac…
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…E. [To MORTADELLO.] Hush ! you dont know his power. MORTADELLO. I ? who can beard me thus ? The bridal procession enters. The corpse of MAGDALENA in bride-clothes, veiled in a great chair under a canopy borne by four negroes, MONICA, the LADY ABBESS, nuns and attendants. GABRIELE. Look ! where she bursts, a flower, veiled and voluptuous. Not Venus in her car by doves and sparrows drawn, Not the ethereal star that floats above the dawn, Not the seraphic swan that tempted Leda glowed So white a wonder on the lake. THE USHERS. A road ! A road ! W…