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84 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. The corpse of Magdalene stands in its shroud between us. MONICA. The joy it would have been if only she had seen us Thusnearso nearso near MORTADELLO. She played me false ! MONICA. You know The black rocks that uprear amid the tinted snow ! You know what fangs were fleshed on her adulterous throat, How her perfume refreshed the rank reek of the goat ! MORTADELLO. You were his mistress too ! MONICA. I thought the form was due Preliminal to sue exchange of troth with you. MORTADELLO. You mock me and you shock. MONIC…
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50 MORTADELLO Money is money : Ive too much in desperate ventures ; Ive lost ten thousand sequins, such are Fates calentures. MORTADELLO. This is the old tale. GABRIELE. So I sneered. He looked me hard Between the eyes, and in his beard his malice jarred. Heres a doubloon : you promise me seven more to- morrow ? Back in my pouch I slap it. See ? MORTADELLO. You could not borrow Upon the credit of the State ? GABRIELE. Not one doubloon. MORTADELLO. Why, this is treason ! GABRIELE. That or Fate. MORTADELLO. Knave or buffoon, Ill tan his …
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 81 MORTADELLO. The devil may have wrought This miracle on you. MONICA. And on St. Francis too ! Between the false and true theres wisdoms work to do. MORTADELLO. Well, this I know for sure, you are possessed. MONICA. Possessed ? Ay, there lies many a lure of perfume in my breast. MORTADELLO. Ha ! did Orlando sin with you ? I guessed aright. MONICA. Have you no wage to win ? Days wont to follow night. MORTADELLO. Cynic as wanton. MONICA. Well ? Come, you are cold, you are cold ! MORTADELLO. She-devil sprung from hell !…
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42 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. [Looking out.] Thank God ! the guards are firm. Well 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…
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44 MORTADELLO A NOBLE. How ist ? MORTADELLO. [Waving his arms wildly.] I float On a tide of bloody foam through innavigable seas Where suns blaze on the masts of myriad argosies. I dazzle. I burst. I choke. A NOBLE. Give him air ! MORTADELLO. Wheres my sword ? O dreams accurst that blot my brain ! Theres fiends abroad ! Blast all this space of stars with thunder ! A NOBLE. Tis his wound. He raves. MORTADELLO. Ill drink A NOBLE. Water, ho ! MORTADELLO. Her blood, and Ill sleep sound ! THE CURTAIN FALLS.
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 41 MORTADELLO. Body and blood of God ! THE DOGE. Death ! THE ARCHBISHOP. Sacrilege ! GABRIELE. Close the doors ! Let none escape ! A VOICE. The doors are thronged. MORTADELLO. Swords ! Swords ! GABRIELE. Who roars So loud ? Keep silence, sir, or we are all undone ! MORTADELLO. Misshapen knave ! THE DOGE. Peace, peace. MORTADELLO. Thou misbegotten one ! Lay hands upon the household. [The church fills with smoke. GABRIELE. Alls gone dark. THE DOGE. Gone dark ! MORTADELLO. Gone dark ! GABRIELE. Crackles and fumes ; they ha…
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80 MORTADELLO The devils die to castand mine the game to-day. Here he comes ! I should like to hide behind the door, 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…
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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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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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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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…t you will. I own you should have had your way. But tis too late. To try to call back yesterday ; for Fate is Fate. The morrow presses. MORTADELLO. How then went the proclamation ? GABRIELE. No murmur or of discontent or adulation. Absolute silence eloquent of sheer damnation. MORTADELLO. The nobles cried ? GABRIELE. At last they gave their loud assent. No echo answered back from wave or firmament. In the great heat the people stood, mute beasts, stock still. As for the thunder waits a wood, a hush, a thrill, A quiverso I have seen a stag hea…
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 83 MONICA. Yet in an hour we must change rings ! MORTADELLO. To be betrothed ! O let me die ! MONICA. Why yes ! and leave me to my hope By virtueand addressto pacify the Pope. MORTADELLO. All I have played for, all my life long, lost ! MONICA. No, won ! Theres naught beyond recall, no deed to be undone. Take Venice, take the throne, take favour and success All yours and yours alonein married happiness ! A price to pay that most would call a prize to pluck ! MORTADELLO. Oh, I am like to boast of such a piece of luck !…
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86 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. Ah, no ! by God Im glad ! You are a sor- ceress ! MONICA. And all the pains 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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… ANGEL OF VENICE 101 I see the bond that clogs, the fetter link that galls, Dissolved in the sharp drinkit rusts, and rots, and falls. [MORTADELLO drinks the hashish potion. MORTADELLO. Thanks girl ! Here, take this pearl ! MONICA. A pearl ! A pearl of price ! MORTADELLO. In my wifes ear it hung ! MONICA. O stately sacrifice ! This will make history. Now drink my lord, Ill show By desert gramayre the thing that you would know. [MORTADELLO drinks again. Shut but your eyes : and where she is, and what she does Your very eyes, I swear, shall se…
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88 MORTADELLO ALESSANDRO. I sometimes think we are 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 …
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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 89 Under my lord to reach incredible success. But he has wit to teacha smile and a caress. MORTADELLO. Yet you are to instruct our 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 of…
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92 MORTADELLO With triple plates and rows of iron and brass. [MONICA and LUCREZIA go off. ALESSANDRO. You must forgive, my lord, the weary after- noon. I see that you are bored. MORTADELLO. No fault of yours ; the boon I lack is just the laugh of subtle, swarthy-skinned, Coarse-haired, black-eyed, thin, 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…
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36 MORTADELLO Ill whisper, and your sea runs smooth, luxuriant. Come, take this gallant nobles hand, he is your lord. [ALESSANDRO does homage, reluctantly, and takes MORTADELLOS offered hand. ALESSANDRO. Id kiss the devil at your command. MONICA. Put up your sword ! Now, gentles all, we reconcile each warring thought, End all our quarrel with a smile, right richly wrought. Farewell, Count Mortadello ! Go your lordly ways, Followed by faith and overflow of high-pitched praise. [To ALESSANDRO.] For you sir, since you erred, repair your fault …
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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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OR, THE ANGEL OF VENICE 33 ALESSANDRO enters from R. ALESSANDRO. Your pleasure, say ? [He draws his sword. 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 mis…