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…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 ! The key. The secret coronet of all the comedy ! ALESSANDRO. Yes : it is only now when I am sure we win, Wreathing each beaming brow with the reward of sin, That in my heart there seems the echo of a sigh. Delight dis…
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…see The prints o the nails, the wound i the side ! 2ND VOICE. Its true, trust me ! 3RD VOICE. And if its true, by God, theres not a man that quails. Well tear the prison down with our own finger-nails. ALESSANDRO. Oh ! wait a little ! Ask the governor ; hes my friend. VOICES. Cut ! Shame ! your friend ! The brute ! The traitor ! ALESSANDRO. Fiddlesticks end ! Silence, and let me call, if its the truth you need. 1ST VOICE. Yes, hear him, hes her friend too ! 3RD VOICE. Thats true ! ALESSANDRO. Yes, indeed, Id give my life to-day to s…
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…ur Lady of Sorrow, hear thine handmaiden of sin ! Our Lady of Peace, be near, bestow thy peace within ! If I have sought the hurt of any man, forgive ! If I have soiled 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 throug…
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… Now, my Governor ! [He throws a knife, THE GOVERNOR ducks and it just misses his head. GOVERNOR. [Pointing to the assassin.] Shoot that man ! [Two soldiers advance with cross-bows, and loose on him. He falls. ABBESS. Murderer ! Murderer ! Murderer ! GOVERNOR. Sandro, can You quiet this madwoman ? ABBESS. Mad ! no wonder if I am My convent forced ! CITIZENS. Oh no ! ABBESS. By God and by His Lamb, That filthy hunchback and his sbirri burst the gate With powder. A CITIZEN. Yes, its true ! ALL. O infamous ! ABBESS. The State.
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…CREZIA. [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 ! Alls well. My art can save her. ALESSANDRO. Sure ? PHYSICIAN. If skill can say ! See ! theres no dirt or venom on the dagger-blade ; A simple hurt five days will cure. Be not afraid. MORTADEL…
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… sleepy waters swoon. October may repeat the menaces of June. ALESSANDRO. Death has a drum to beat to his eternal tune. 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 breat…
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…ass. EUPHEMIA. [A girl of nineteen years old, very fair and lovely.]. O Monica relents, proclaims her rivals banns ! GIUSEPPE. [A rough man of the world, burly and jolly.] A proper lesson, you, you cruel courtesans ! EUPHEMIA. When was I cruel ? MATTEO. [A slim dainty debauchee.] Now, and every moment when You are abroad with girls, and not at home with men. MARGARITA. [A plump common-looking girl.] Fie ! youre a brute ! But shall we benefit at all Now Mortadello rules ? GIUSEPPE. Why, ortolans will fall From heaven all ready cooked for dinne…
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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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110 A NOTE ON THE ALEXANDRINE 3. After the second foot : Oh ! but youre hurt ! Young man ! she must be tended. Well. No ! take my shirt ! Staunch the dear breast. A miracle. 4. After the fourth foot : Serene, august, untroubled, cold, her prayers are worth More than our steel, more than our gold, that bind the earth. 5. After both second and fourth feet : Come, let me hold my crystal cross up to the moon ! A guess of gold were at a loss to tell its tune. 6. After the first foot : Bow down to the cross ! His love purge thee : His Passion save t…
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…ny, shameChrist, Ill drench Desire of hate in her own rotting bodys stench. But deathnot death ! Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! ORLANDO. I am a dead man. GABRIELE. He saith it ! Now to achieve the pinnacle of my plan ! Princess, I arrest you in the Doges name. MONICA. Arrest ! GABRIELE. No less ! MONICA. [Rising with arms outstretched.] Nay, look, my lord, behold my hands, my breast, My feet ! [It is seen that she bears the bleeding stigmata of Christ. GABRIELE. What ! THE SOLDIERS. Tis a miracle of God. GABRIELE. You fools ! Deceit o the devil, rather.…
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…in, half a gypsy, half a wind Of the stubborn Southyou know. ALESSANDRO. You mean Zelina ? MORTADELLO. Yes. You knew her long ago. Nay, man, no shame. Confess. ALESSANDRO. Ill do the penance first. Will you and she come dine With music unrehearsed to match the mood o the wine ? MORTADELLO. Splendid. ALESSANDRO. Then Ive got a girl to dance to the guitar : She saw the sand-storms whirl down SouthGod knows how far And copies every twitch of their veiled fury of storm. A witcha very witch ! MORTADELLO. Most excellent. ALESSANDRO. A form. Pu…
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… ? ALESSANDRO. These people think shes dead. GOVERNOR. Shes just as well as you or I ! 2ND VOICE. Whys he so red ? 4TH VOICE. Is it a man or a lobster ? ALESSANDRO. Hold your tongue, you ass ! 2ND VOICE. Hes lying. 1ST VOICE. Yes, he talks too bold. 3RD VOICE. And false as brass ! ALESSANDRO. Theyre just a pack of mules. 1ST VOICE. Well have the truth, by God ! 2ND VOICE. Ay ! well tear down the prison ! Kill him ! ALESSANDRO. Devilish odd That truth as sharp as steel and glittering as gold, So hard to tell, receives no credit when its …
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…n one seed. Take it and wish ! I swear the word shall be fulfilled ! [She offers the hashish potion. MORTADELLO. Then this dogs 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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…ape ? 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, justicewhen you come to power. MONICA. So be it, I swear by Christ, Amen ! Await the hour. LUCREZIA. Can you do nothing now ? I…
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…. Well, they wont. Look, heres a lunatic ! Christ ! with a lamb smeared red to wave on a long stick ! Enter on canal a gondola, with a man on its bow waving a flag. THE GONDOLIER. The martyred maiden ! Men of Venice, mark me well ! The Angel of the Citys murdered in her cell ! [The gondola hastens onward. GOVERNOR. What next ? The fools ! I wish I knew why its allowed. Id string the devils up in a row ! ALESSANDRO. Here comes the crowd ! GOVERNOR. So much for bathing ! Off, my Sandro, or theyll skin you ! I must give orders. [He retires h…
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… 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 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…
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…g that we must dothat we must do. ALESSANDRO. Of that speak least of allI will devise a plan. Hereto his funeralso loudly struts our man. [MORTADELLO and LUCREZIA return.
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…ear the volcanic vow within the breast of snow ! MORTADELLO. I wonder if you can. MONICA. Yes ! yes ! you must consent. Come ! I adore a man so stout and excellent. I even adore the scorn and hate wherewith you load My love. MORTADELLO. False witch forsworn ! I loathe you like a toad : Yet, let me own it, stirs deep in some primal slime Some passion that prefers your crapulence and crime. MONICA. The people wait ! MORTADELLO. Anon. MONICA. Here is my ring. MORTADELLO. Not yet ! My God ! I stand upon what edge ? MONICA. Forgive : forget.
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…d theres none can grasp ; But he stirs viciously. I find he hopes success If he once clenches knobby fist on you. MONICA. May be ! Ive many a turn and many a twist for such as he. Well, you and I will mock his spite. ORLANDO. A week will send The popular fury to its height. The church will lend Secret support, through blame : she hates the pride Of Mortadello, fans our flame, and swells our tide. Really, their hold upon the State slips every hour. Keep but the hounds at bay MONICA. Wait, waitthe key to power. Are we safe now ? ORLANDO. I h…
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…, Leap out on him and strike, one flounder to the floor, Bury my teeth in that bull-neck, and snap the spine, As a dog kills a rat. Now, manners, mouth o mine ! The door opens and MORTADELLO enters as MONICA regains her composure. But throughout the scene she throws off her reserved and modest manner, and behaves as a shame- less and alluring wanton. MORTADELLO. And so we meet at last ! MONICA. The hour I waited for ! MORTADELLO. Its omen overcast with crimson clouds of war ! MONICA. Ah ! thats for Venice folk, good sentimental fools ! We kno…