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… ; an ecstatic smile steals over her face, lit by the moonrise. Mother of Christ ! I fare too well. By God, I feared To have enticed his soul to hellwhat devil sneered ? It was too much. I am bewitched. I loved him so. Ah God ! I touched. How my soul itched let God not know ! That strong black breast ! Those cruel lips ! Those eyes of fire ! O bitter best, to whirl the whips of black desire ! Bruise me with lust, and tear my flesh, and drink my blood, One poniard thrust, one flail to thresh, one storm to flood My life with death, my soul to c…
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…The juices of Cathay. MORTADELLO. Ah ! you are on the track. Tis the white poppy holds poison and death. MONICA. Ah, well ! The whitest soul enfolds all mysteries of hell. ALESSANDRO. Ah ! theres a mystics truth. MONICA. Saint Paul infers the same. All beauty and all youth but feed the eternal flame. Saints know, and only saints, the horrors of the soul, Its foul and fiery taints, its nigromancers scroll. Kneel, and love God. Enough if you would fathom hell ! The Path is straight and rough. MORTADELLO. If only it end well. For me the easy w…
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…rothèd brideathwart her corpse I stride ! 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…
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…ate. ALESSANDRO. She is the one-two-three when Hebrews Cal- culate. LORENZO. She is the serene saint whose prayers are pure perfume. The soul without attaint, the bud, the beeless bloom ! LUCREZIA. Indeed, you are too sharp, dear Sandro ! ZELINA. Wicked man ! ALESSANDRO. She earns the crown and harp ! ZELINA. I am a courtesan ; And this I tell you sir, that every fool of love In Venice looks to her as to Our Lady above. Would she were not thus vowed ; as Mortadellos bride She would bring poor and proud to fight on Freedoms side. ALESSANDRO. L…
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…en up and blind With passion. Bring the gondola ! Off Lidos strand Let me adore you on the water. ORLANDO. Ah ! the land Is an unworthy soul to excite 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 f…
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…re stainless nowall day were overcast. ORLANDO. Fair Magdalena ! Twinned the moons are ? MAGDALENA. And my face ? ORLANDO. How should a soul that sinned behold the utmost grace ? MAGDALENA. Fierce as this windless night my daylong hunger burns.
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…los roses fading ? How did the brave Bandello die ? I the lazar-hole, Cursing. LUCREZIA. You rave. ZELINA. Who sent black Straparolas soul To hell ? Your knife. Who stabbed Bartolemmeo ? You LUCREZIA. Did Andreas wife not spit on you ? Who robbed the Jew She slept with ? Faugh ! my stomach turns. ZELINA. It shall, it shall ! Heres all the law one gives to such an animal. [She stabs her ; LUCREZIA wards the blow, but is wounded in the breast. LUCREZIA. Oh ! I am killed. ZELINA. Farewell ! MORTADELLO enters from church. MORTADELLO. Hold ! se…
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…t ! 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 slaughtered foeman ! We shall go far, go far, follow the one red star MONICA. Look how the scarlet scar writhes ! ORLAND…
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…int of God ! GABRIELE. Spew, spew Gods agony and death. Black period Of all my hopes. [He dies. MONICA. There goes to his master a lost soul. SOLDIERS. Well follow you. MONICA. Who knows the glory of my goal ? SOLDIERS. To the palace ! MONICA. No, my friends, obey your orders still. It is the prison that ends my passage. All my will
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…us dagger-sweep ! GABRIELE. Ay ! shes not dead, black fool ! But mine for the tortureDrink Black lees of hells own wine, thy poisoned soul to sink In mire and filth of agony, 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, …
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…da 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 dissolves the dreams desire had set on high ! MONICA. Oh, we shall find fresh food. True wit is never stale. Trust me…
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… every twitch of their veiled fury of storm. A witcha very witch ! MORTADELLO. Most excellent. ALESSANDRO. A form. Pure as a sylphs, a soul like Satanspride and lust, And something in the whole to humble to the dust I care not who. Shes force, pure elemental rage Of love without remorse. MORTADELLO. The wonder of the age ! Indeed and I must see the little lady soon. ALESSANDRO. Ill send for her, trust me. To-morrows the full moon
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…re my life just now ? MONICA. Why, first of all, I want to be your wife. MORTADELLO. Dear God forbid ! MONICA. To enthrall You, body and soul, to win the prize my rival won. Do you think there is a sin I would have left undone ?
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… Stuff ! 2ND VOICE. Its true ; its cried abroad. ALESSANDRO. So for a pedlars wares ! Do you believe him ? Ass ! 1ST VOICE. No, on my soul its true ! I swear it by the Mass. ALESSANDRO. How do you know for sure ? Im Thomas, want to 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 ! T…
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…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 ache with impotence. MONICA. Where is she ? LUCREZIA. Know you not ? MONICA. For the sake…
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…ng wheel of snakes and snow ! [He attacks THE LEGATE, whose attendants flee in fear. THE LEGATE falls. THE LEGATE. Jesu have mercy on my soul ! Im a dead man ! MORTADELLO. Ill scalp thy cursèd shaven poll, proud pelican ! MONICA. [Rushing out of the church.] What ! will you see this madman take the Legates life ? Cowards ! Ill face him first, although I am his wife. [She snatches a sword from a bystander and interposes. I am the Popes ! I am the Popes ! For God and Christ ! Now, Mortadello, we cross swords ! . . . One stroke sufficed. [Pu…
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…res, A weight to gravitate, to counterpoise my prayers, Need them no more. Then praise with me this period ; I leave you trembling as my soul draws near to God [She goes out on the arm of THE ABBESS. MORTADELLO. My lords, I will have you all to know : I judged her ill. So man distrusts the saintly snow on winters hill, Fearing what suns of spring may send, destruction tear Through larch and pine to village, rend its roofs in air. This is Gods virgin, lords : I bid your hearts with mine Rise in thanksgiving. Love was hid in that cold shrine. A…
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…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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…toatand there you are, my darling ! MONICA. My lord, you must forgive the youthextravagant, He expends in foolish froth the truth, his soul is scant. [MORTADELLO signifies acquiescence by a nod Come, Alessandro, let me soothe this raving rant !
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… very spine of God, a vine divine, devout. Oh for the blind kiss of the wind, the desert air Thrilling the blue and shrilling through my souls despair ! Oh for the sharp edge of the escarpments of the dunes ! Diffract through haze the rigid rays of the dead moons ! Saturn of lead, and Mars all red, and Venus blue, And purple Jove, lend me your love, as mine to you ! All stars, all vast worlds that stream past. I lust to slake