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106 MORTADELLO LUCREZIA. Here come the Legate nowsee if he hesi- tate ! MONICA. Dear Sandro, smooth your brow ! These are affairs of State ! [ALESSANDRO composes his laughter. THE LEGATE enters, followed by many nobles and burgesses. Most welcome, holy father ! You were not hurt at all ? LEGATE. Not hurt, but shaken rather. Mine are old bones to fall. MONICA. Welcome my lords ! You, too, are welcome citizens ! All your attention due to hear his eminence Speak for his Holiness the Pope. LEGATE My friends, I came Charged with all strain and stre…
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…er graced our citadel. Great Father, guide Our wedded steps through joys too great to estimate, Our wedded deeds to decorate our storied State. Advance the chair. Lord Bishop, now we await your pleasure. O sanction thou the rainbow vow to arch my treasure ! [The service of marriage is begun. THE ALLOCUTION EPISCOPAL. All high and mighty princes are servants of the Lord, His holiness the sceptre, His majesty the sword. To you, my children, falls a task of wondrous weight : To lifes own fardel add the burden of the State. I have known you from y…
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…is dead In this great hour. For memy day of force is done ; My mission is achieved, my latest course is run. I have striven to save the State ; the State is saved to-day : Now I devote my life to what it cravedto pray ! Good Mother Abbess, lend your arm, my past is furled.
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…Tunisian Sudan, a bravo. THE LEGATE OF THE POPE. The archbishop, bishops, clergy, sbirri, gondoliers, Jew merchants, bravos, officers of state, secretary to the Doge, soldiers, sentinels, bodyguards, the governor of the prison, servants, etc. THE COUNTESS MAGDALENA PISELLI, the widowed daughter-in-law of the Doge. THE COUNTESS LUCREZIA SANZIO, a gay lady. ZELINA VISCONTI, a courtesan. THE PRINCESS MONICA ARETINO, a saint. THE ABBESS OF THE URSULINES. Venetian ladies, women of the people, courtesans, nuns, etc. xv
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… 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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…vate the same ! These ladies you might find reciprocate your flame. With love the man who trifles, advancement surely misses Affairs of state one stifles with very skilful kisses !
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…ve thee ! 7. After the first and fifth feet : No news ! No word of Mortadellos fate ! No hope. To bruise the head of the old snake, the State. No scope 8. After the first half foot and the second foot : Come, save me, save thy maiden ! Strike each barbèd dart Home to the grave convent and cloister of my heart, 9. After the fifth foot : Last, to the lords who by their attitude applaud This day of burial to faction, feud, and fraud.
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… 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 careless crafts in unison. Enter ORLANDO, by bridge. Seeing MORTADELLO, he shrinks back into the shadow, drops to his knees, and crawls un- perceived across the bridge, hiding on the steps, and listening intently. MAGDALENA. You forget Monica. MORTADELLO. Alone she stands, alone. MAGDALENA. But still she stands. MORTADELLO. With empty hands. MAGDALENA. May grasp a throne. MORTADELLO. Nay, though the sn…
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…u, guardian angel of the city. You have thrice earned, be sure !a life both good and great, Protectress of the poor, and saviour of the state. [He retires amid the sbirri. ORLANDO. Madwoman ! we are lost. MONICA. Oh No ! we have gained time. Whose star was never crossed ? Success may crown the crime. First, theres the corpse to find. ORLANDO. What good is that to us ? MONICA. Theres something in my mindits idle to dis- cuss But something whispers we shall need it. ORLANDO. How ?
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…loon : 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 hide. Dye think he lends to the Princess ? GABRIELE. How can I say ? She has good friends. MORTADELLO. Mine are no less. Wheres the assassin ? GABRIELE. The black dogI cannot find him. Or Satan or the Synagogue must be behind him. Well, we must find. MORTADELLO. If we mig…
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… the right reward of love and death. Time calls. Hells master hath toward a banquet in his halls. I am the whirlpools leap wherein the state shall founder Theres many now asleep next week shall slumber sounder. [She glides over the bridge as ORLANDO, stripped, dives for the body of the LADY MAGDALENA.
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…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 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…
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… all in harmony, in majesty be all, And in humility endure what may befall. For you, most high Princess, yet a third loads to bear. The state that loves its lord is hungry for his heir. Ay, to this end, indeed, was marriage first ordained, And to this end to-day is by the Church sustained. Even as the Church to Christ (Beneath reflects Above !) You owe your lord respect, obedience, and love. [To MORTADELLO.] As Christ delights in Her for whom He gave His life, So cherish and defend and pleasure in your wife. Now, if in Heaven indeed be made an…
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…f the rest. MONICA. [Alone at the prie-Dieu.] No news ! No word of Mortadellos fate ! No hope. To bruise the head of the old snake, the State. No scope To loose on him the white fangs of my hate. I grope A night so dark, so trembling, so obscure, so fierce No light comes filtered from the dawn, so pure to pierce This web of woe. Ah ! God, I ache for turn of tide At ebb. Then let the moonrise kindle and burn beside The sunset. God ! if I have loved thee in truth, adored As none before me, given all my youth, dear Lord, To Thee, now hear me, hea…
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…n Venice cloudy sky. ALESSANDRO. She is the juicy bone for angels to suck dry. LORENZO. She is the compass, she is the loadstone of the State. 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…
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…ELLO and MONICA, after acknowledgement, close the window. MORTADELLO. It may be love or hate, a wanton and a fool. But we have saved the State. MONICA. I think you mean, we rule. MORTADELLO. I wish your eyes could speak ! MONICA. They shall, when nights abroad. MORTADELLO. I fear I have been weak. MONICA. Repent so soon, my lord ?
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… dare not tell. MONICA. You are the slave of love. My lord, I know you well. The Doges daughter plays upon your innocence. Ay ! and the State decays, caught by her crapulence. Are you a man of faith, of loyalty and honour, To save her from the scathe intrigue hes put upon her ? [A pause. ORLANDO is torn by conflicting emotions. ORLANDO. Ill save you. Will you give your servant his reward ? MONICA. That will I, as I live, if mine to give, my lord !