FOLLOW A WORD THROUGH THE COLLECTION
Search the corpus.
Phrase search ignores case and repeated whitespace. All-words search finds whole words anywhere on the same page. OCR errors can affect results.
18 matching pages
Page 1 of 11912 · PDF PAGE 49
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…
1912 · PDF PAGE 9
…hantment) enough of it not to care any more whether I liked it or not. This with the coffee, and a cigar long enough to last through the scene that I was writing. If there is any imperfection in this scenethe third of the Third Actit is either the fault of the Veuve Clicquot, or my own fault. This went on very well for a while, and then fresh trouble arose. The Giaconda was stolen from the Louvre, and my thoughts were turned for the fraction of an aeon to Lionardo when the Devil sent a young lady (from the solitudes of Mount Ushba or there- a…
1912 · PDF PAGE 19
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 ;…
1912 · PDF PAGE 63
45 ACT III SCENE I. The Rialto. Three Jew merchants, meeting. SHACKABACK. OW we shall know the truth, Heres Issachar. ISRAEL. His eyes Half starting from his head with horror and surprise. ISSACHAR. I tell you, it is fierce. Theres nothing to be done. Theres hundred lies about ; I dont trust anyone. Some say the Doge is dead ; some say its the Princess ; I cant see anyone ; theres hundred lies, no less. Look, heres the nice young Count Alonzo. SHACKABACK. Good, my sons. I will ask him myself : I lent him money once. Enter ALONZO. Good-d…
1912 · PDF PAGE 103
87 ACT V SCENE I. The Garden of the Palace of COUNT ALESSANDRO. Parties of nobles and their ladies are strolling up and down. THE DOGE and his bride are present. L. is a pavilion of stone pillars with a canopy ; on the ledges are boxes with poppies and other flowers. MORTADELLO. TILL heavy hangs the heat ; the 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 bee…
1912 · PDF PAGE 41
23 ACT II SCENE I. The Piazza de San Marco. In the background, the facade of the church. The people pass. 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 a…
1912 · PDF PAGE 83
67 ACT IV SCENE I. A street in Venice. ALESSANDRO, upon a bridge overlooking a narrow canal. He leans heavily, weary, and decrepit. ALESSANDRO. HE streets reek, shimmer, reel, crack with infernal heat ; The suns a raving wheel, a pulse of hell to beat Its hammer on the hours. The heavens have let loose Hells harsh and horrible powers. All earths a smouldering fuse Trained to the final day that fronts the Judgement seat : The elements pass away molten with fervid heat I have lain prostrate, stunned, not moving hand or foot, Morose and moribu…
1912 · PDF PAGE 66
…e are. Well, lets be off and tell the Synagogue at once That none may dip into our pockets for the nonce. [They move off gesticulating. SCENE II. The Cabinet of THE DOGE. A couch, on which lies the wounded MORTADELLO, convalescent. THE LORD GABRIELE stands near by, toying impatiently with his rapier. GABRIELE. Gone, like a shooting star. No trace. MORTADELLO. The omens ill. GABRIELE. Ay, ill indeed. MORTADELLO. Tis your disgrace.
1912 · PDF PAGE 121
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…
1912 · PDF PAGE 112
… Isles Under her angels wings shall dare a thousand things A grace as great as Gods, a face as fair as Springs ! [The curtain falls. SCENE III. The palace of COUNT ALESSANDRO. A chamber arrayed for dining, the table being curved like a horse-shoe. MORTADELLO on the right of the host, ZELINA on the right again, then THE FIRST MASK and a Venetian gen- tlewoman. On the left of the host THE SECOND MASK, then a gentlewoman, then LORENZO and another gentle- woman. It is after midnight. The guests are in various stages of intoxication, which ALESS…
1912 · PDF PAGE 55
…rd. Oras you will. Enoughwhether one groans or smiles To call me still the Angel of the City of the Isles. [They go into the church. SCENE IV. The Church of St. Mark. THE DOGE, enthroned, surrounded by ecclesiastical dignitaries as for a marriage. COUNT MORTADELLO standing on the R. of THE DOGE. Many nobles gathered. THE DOGE. The bride is late. Youre sure alls well ? GABRIELE. I stake my head. THE DOGE. I like not the allure of the aspects. Dark and red Broke forth the sun this morning. The sultry storm-cloud hangs. Heavy on Venice, scor…
1912 · PDF PAGE 95
… favour, gentlemen ! [The mob in angry silence make way for him to pass. MONICA, raising her hands in blessing, retires from the window. SCENE III. The room of THE GOVERNOR. MONICA closes the window. MONICA. Leave me in peace, my lord, I shall not try to escape. GOVERNOR. With heartiest accord. [He goes out, with her gaolers. Faugh ! the perspiring ape. I may not dare to smile, lest smiles should lure a laugh. The moment Ill beguile to write his epitaph. I touch the goal at last ; the final ace to play.
1912 · PDF PAGE 119
…o-night the glowing goals of lust and war ! [All dance, fearfully, while LUCREZIA plays wildly, and dances upon the dead body of ZELINA. SCENE IV. Outside St. Marks. Early morning. Enter MORTADELLO wildly with drawn sword, ALESSANDRO, LORENZO, and THE MASKS. MORTADELLO. God ! God ! the foam of stars ! the towers of iron ! the stairs ! The crested comb of demon powers that flares and flares ! The devil take the toasured louse ! Ill trim his tail ! For Gods sake get thee to thy house, unruly snail ! Why are those eyes so black and big ? That m…
1912 · PDF PAGE 84
…, A sun that brooks no rival of stars about his throne. [He makes a fierce gesture of love and of ambition, and strides vigorously away. SCENE II. Without the prison. The window of THE GOV- ERNORS room overlooks the quay, which is approached on the left by a bridge, behind which is seen the Bridge of Sighs. ALESSANDRO. The clouds are charged with fire. I think the time is come. To loose the lightning flash. LORENZO. Our lion drugged and dumb Stirs in his torpor ; let him rise and shake his mane, Open his mouth and roar ! ALESSANDRO. Well, off …
1912 · PDF PAGE 45
…l ! LUCREZIA. So theres the use of fame ; it makes the fact forsworn. ALESSANDRO. Count Mortadello came for wool, well send him shorn. SCENE II. The Cabinet of THE DOGE. It is furnished as a work-room with papers, etc. But there is a throne, with five seats on either hand. THE DOGE is with a Secretary at work. An officer is on guard at the door. A knock. The officer opens and whispers with another officer who is on guard without. THE OFFICER. The Lord Gabriele begs the favour of audience Of His Highnesss most high serene magnificence. THE DO…
1912 · PDF PAGE 96
… 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 know that lifes a joke. MORTADELLO. You play with plaguy tools ! I know you, who you arewanton and murderess. MONIC…
1912 · PDF PAGE 109
…go to the boat ? ALESSANDRO. At my lords service, I. MORTADELLO. We shall be fanned afloat. ALESSANDRO. The gondola shall fly. [Exeunt. SCENE II. A small room in the Palace. The furniture, prin- cipally three thrones, is all of ebony ; the hangings and curtains are of black. A small square table in the middle 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 …
1912 · PDF PAGE 69
…res 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 which is a wooden crucifix. There is also a prie-Dicu and image of the Virgin, luxurious and decorative, a startling contrast to the simplicity of the rest. MONICA. [Alone at the prie-Dieu.] No news ! No word of Mortadellos fate ! No hope. To bruise the head of the old sna…