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…hurl sticks and other missiles at the window. Some begin to break down the wall of the bridge, and take the stones. THE GOVERNOR and his men are driven in. MORTADELLO and a com- pany of bowmen arrive. MORTADELLO. Ah, dogs, do you rebel ? You have to deal with us ! Bolt to the crossbow men ! Fuse to the arquebus ! Mow them like grass before the sickle ! They give back. Whip them to kennel ! [The crowd waver. ABBESS. [Rushing forward.] Men ! are you men ? To the attack ! The tyrants in our hands ! God is for us ! Strike hard ! Drag forth the cai…
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…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 through thee am wholly shriven ; Let that absolve whereby all men may be forgiven ! Turn thou their hearts to grace, accept their penitence, That th…
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…ail. Can Venice be deceived ? ALESSANDRO. Could all the angel choirs Make any truth believed ? MONICA. Man thinks as he desires. And all men being blind and deaf ALESSANDRO. It follows then That women will not find much trouble from the men.
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…e or worth. ALESSANDRO. Say, shall we rescue you ? MONICA. Father, Thy Kingdom come ! Butdare I ask ?not yetI would earn martyrdom. O men, if I must speak to men who thought no more To speak except to God, by the Lord Christ who bore Our sins upon the cross, I pray you pardon me So weakling as I am, a thing of vanity. I am jealous of my crowns ; my virgin lilies mix With thorns of martyrdom upon my crucifix ! A CITIZEN. What can we answer ? ALESSANDRO. Naught. Be silent and adore ! [MONICA steps back from the window, her lips still moving as…
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… 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 the house, and the lacke…
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…nd 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 dinner. FILIPPO. [A sturdy good-natured youth.] I am sure If Monica has given her seal and signature To this, it must be right. GIUSEPPE. My hero-worshipper ! But I am…
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…SK. Well follow ! ALESSANDRO. Touch him not ; the plays half played. 2ND MASK. We are his shadows ! ALESSANDRO. Night shall fall. [The men follow MORTADELLO 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.…
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…meared 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 hastily from the window.
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…ar 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 the worms ? No ? All the better in the end ! Your eyes shall blaze W…
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…, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 13 ORLANDO. I ask a gift supreme. MONICA. It suits such service done. ORLANDO. A gift beyond all my dream, and all mens orison. MONICA. Speak ; it is yours. ORLANDO. I ask a rarer prize 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 sacri…
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… 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. The galleys lie Menacing. ALESSANDRO. Have no fear ; their powders none so dry. Had Mortadello dared, we had all been dead by now. But, as it is, the pigs may live to suck the sow. LORENZO. Im off, then. [LORENZO goes off the bridge, cunning…
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…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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…NICA. Wait, waitthe key to power. Are we safe now ? ORLANDO. I hope so. MONICA. Then come hither and take Your right, most masterful of men. ORLANDO. I thirst to slake My beings torment at your breast. MONICA. If earth be all, I have all heaven in the rest to be your thrall. If earth be naught, what heaven may give who knows or cares ? I only ask an hour to livein these blue airs ! ORLANDO. Ah, give me all ! MONICA. I am your slave. Take all. ORLANDO. Ah Christ ! There is no man can content the grave.
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94 MORTADELLO ALESSANDRO. So I half guessed, but then, with all respect to you, I counted, gentlemen, and always stopped at two. 1ST MASK. Since Gabriele died the two have lacked a third. ALESSANDRO. Well, I am satisfied : I wait the fatal word. 1ST MASK. What do you mean ? ALESSANDRO. I find your words are coffin-nails. You always bear in mind that dead men tell no tales. So when you tell me tales, and fear no murmur lives, You need not lift your veils. 2ND MASK. [In the central throne.] There are alternatives. Young man, well parley first. Y…
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…of the room holds four candles in iron candlesticks ; the candles themselves are of black wax. Two of the thrones are occupied by masked men ; the third is empty. Near the table stands ALESSANDRO, gorgeously dressed in white velvet, with a great crimson cloak. He is toying with his hat and rapier. ALESSANDRO. I am here, my lords. Disclose : why have you summoned me ? THE 1ST MASK. [In the side throne.] Where do you stand ? ALESSANDRO. God knows. 1ST MASK. You stand before the Three.
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…eak of your prosperity. THE DOGE. See all those angry clouds that gather round the sun. GABRIELE. And see ! they break ; he shines ! An omen ! THE DOGE. Call it one ! Is there no risk of storm before the night whose fall Is certain as the death that must envelop all ? GABRIELE. My lord, be of good cheer. Though dusk devour us soon. Remember we have made alliance with the moon THE DOGE. I am satisfied. We float, a serviceable bark. For you remains reward, the Lion of St. Mark. [He throws the chain and symbols over the shoulders of GABRIELE, who …
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 51 GABRIELE. Canonical ! Straight from the bridge, the merry men ! to the canal. MORTADELLO. Hes drowned ? GABRIELE. They fished him like a lobster. MORTADELLO. Have I troops ? Is it not I that speak and strike ? GABRIELE. Your eagle swoops, But wheres the use ? The lamb is hidden underground. MORTADELLO. Is it your Doge or dupe I am ? GABRIELE. She shall be found. [He turns to go. SCENE III. A Charnel-House beneath the Convent of the Ursulines. It is a cellar piled with skulls and bones. There is a truckle bed, above …
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…let sin ! [She kneels and clasps her hands, raising her voice as the gondola approaches. Dear Christ, preserve me from the lusts of evil men, Or let my martyrdom avail to save them then ! Be pleased to pardon her whose doom unfolds, a scroll All scribbled sinister, do thou receive her soul Whose body must endure what for myself she craved. A dark deed and impurebut Venice must be saved ! [ORLANDO lands from the gondola. Oh ! is it you so soon ? ORLANDO. I thought I had been slow. MONICA. Cannot we wait ? ORLANDO. Can June save Januarys snow ?
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…lake. THE USHERS. A road ! A road ! Way for the high Princess, the bride who brings ! Make way ! MONICA. All health and happiness to all men here to-day ! With homage to the Doge my word is well begun. Next to the most high prince invulnerable, his son. Last, to the lords who by their attitude applaud This day of burial to faction, feud, and fraud. God and his blessed Son and Holy Ghost attest Their sanction and their seal on whom we boast our best, When in the sacred bonds of Hymen he is wed To her we boast our fairest. Tyranny is dead In this…
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…e ! Or you do violence to your own natures, soil The fiery quintessence, Gods spirit, in turmoil. Why do you rage, a sea of angry gentlemen, When you should bend the knee to Mortadello ? ALESSANDRO. Wen ! Blotch ! Bubo ! Spider ! Leech ! Crab-apple ! Wart ! Poor- john ! Carbuncle ! MONICA. Chasten speech ! [To MORTADELLO.] What griefs his grievance on ? ALESSANDRO. Oh ! Ive no special grudge against the filthy fellow, But if I were a judge, Id shorten Mortadello ! MONICA. Oh ! hes the best of men ! ALESSANDRO. To the manners of a flunkey H…