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…the natural emphasis and accent. If they fail in this, the variety that I have purposely introduced into the measure with musical intent will be lost, and the play will be no longer human speech. If everything be spoken as if it were prose, then the re- peated rimes at the short intervals will make speech, as it were, chime. But if people try to fit the speech to the rime, all is lost. Well, God forgive sin ! ALEISTER CROWLEY.
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78 MORTADELLO MORTADELLO. Well, since you will have it so, Heres hand to hand will give you traitors blow for blow. [They fight, the guard but half-heartedly, and the fury of the Abbess and the people overpowers the discipline and coolness of the others. ALESSANDRO takes no part in the fight. ALESSANDRO. Ho, Governor ! bring her out to the window once again, Or you will see your Doge beneath your window slain ! [THE GOVERNOR looks out, turns sharply, and gesti- culates to MONICA, who comes to the window. MONICA. Dear friends, good citizens ! I…
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…en with the silver sandals of a saint of God ! ALESSANDRO. She is with God, not upon earth ! A CITIZEN. Ask for her prayers. MONICA. Thy will be done, thy will, O God, not mine or theirs ! Purge me of will ! It was my wicked will that kept Me back so long, so long, from rousing That which slept ALESSANDRO. O Lady Monica ! can you not speak one word ? MONICA. My ears are open, yet in sooth I have not heard. ALESSANDRO. Pray for us !
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…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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…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 years ago. Is it a crime ? Go take your mirror ; you will see The work of timeblame him instead of blaming me ! ZELINA. Cat ! LUCREZIA. You wear badly. Paint conceals the sallow skin. What hides how sadly falls the flesh was fair within ? ZELINA. So youre the …
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…hopes success If he once clenches knobby fist on you. MONICA. May be ! Ive many a turn and many a twist for such as he. Well, you and I will mock his spite. ORLANDO. A week will send The popular fury to its height. The church will 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 ma…
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…oled to order, not to pray ! But he was overruled ; my counsel, you may say. MONICA. I thank you sir. GABRIELE. We launch an Argo of goodwill ; So heres the olive-branch ; I bear it in my bill. MONICA. Sir, I accept. This hand in innocence and truth Takes yours. Superbly planned your subtlety, in sooth. GABRIELE. You say so. You must flatter. But thus my wisdom clinches The bargaina small matter. MONICA. Ah ! heres where the shoe pinches ! GABRIELE. Subtlest of spirits ! Yet your foots so soft and small That I am free to bet it will not pin…
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…NDRO 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 missed her heart. Give thanks to God…
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…onfidence of youth ? I would give half my realm for certainty of truth. But oh ! my heart misgives me. Pshaw ! I am old ! I am old ! All will be well, will be well. Buthow these bones are cold !
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… The Angel of Venice has laid down at the summons of the Lord The wreath and harp and crown, takes up the shield and sword. 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…
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…eg to speak with you. I would take counsel with you how to quell this brew Of witches storm. Mount hither, I beseech you ! Friends, God will instruct us yet how all the turmoil ends. Wait here, and pray for me, that wisdom may inform My helmsman to ride through the centre of the storm ! MORTADELLO. Princess, you earn my thanks, even as you break my pride. I will speak with you, shamed. I would that I had died There at the hands of the mob : I might have matched you then. Make way there ! God bring all to favour, gentlemen ! [The mob in angry s…
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…esire. MONICA. Is it not sharp, the goad ? Does it not burn, the fire ? ALESSANDRO. Nay, wit is brought to term. MONICA. The spirit is unwilling, Although the flesh is firm ? ALESSANDRO. Through flesh and spirit thrilling Sings the exultant pangbut does not tell me how. MONICA. Mine feels the equal fangto catch the naked Now Seems almost Fatebut I say Nay, say Nay, say Nay. I have taught myself to die rather than disobey. ALESSANDRO. You are MONICA. Dont talk of me ! Nor will I talk of you. Speak of the thing that we must dothat we must …
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…! 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 see. MORTADELLO. Calamitous ! My brain turns. MONICA. It shall clear. By Fatimas holy hand. O Monica, appear ! I, it is I, command ! [She drops the veil from her face. Stare, murderer, stare your eyes…
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…im ! [To the lady beside him.] Heres to your eyes, my dove ! [All appear startled and shocked. 2ND MASK. Take care, my lord, I hope You will not allow love to make you slight the Pope ! 1ST MASK. Then drink his Holiness, and get the business done. 2ND MASK. A pretty sort of mess you have just missed, my son ! LORENZO. Oh heres the good old Pope, long may he live and reign ! And when he dies, I hope he may rise again. [All but MORTADELLO drink saying The Pope. 2ND MASK. Easy, lad, easy. But, my lord, you do not drink ! MORTADELLO. It seems …
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…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. [Putting her foot on the neck of MORTADELLO, and both hands to the hilt of the sword, she draws it from his throat. All stand aghast. …
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… fool whose ways may chance to err ! That was my scheme : if I divine your minds too ill, Ive only once to die ; gentlemen, whats your will ? 2ND MASK. Be seated sir. ALESSANDRO. [Bewildered a moment.] I see no seat : ah, but I do ! I claim equality and brotherhood with you. [He assumes the vacant throne. 1ST and 2ND MASK. We greet a colleague. 1ST MASK. Sit, develop us your plan. Venice has need of it. 2ND MASK. And more need of a man ! ALESSANDRO. Nay, brothers, by your leave. The train but needs the spark. A daythe flash will cleave the h…
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…our, 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 !
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…he 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-day, my dear good lord. I pray you, whats the news ? ALONZO. Why, nothing that can touch the pockets of the Jews. SHACKABACK. Oh dear, oh dear, you do not understand our ways. ALONZO. No, that I dont. SHACKABACK. Why, see, whatever happens lays A train of powderpuff it goesand someone pays ! N
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76 MORTADELLO ABBESS. You goggle-eyed gudgeon ! I will tear your guts out yet. GOVERNOR. Good Sandro, calm the lady ! ABBESS. I am calm ! Dont fret ! What, gyve and rack for that sweet saint ! GOVERNOR. She asks for it ! Cant you leave well alone ? ABBESS. Oh, sophistry is wit With callous dogs ! GOVERNOR. I serve the dogs ; my prisoners Are no more slaves than I ! ABBESS. Prince of philosophers ! Heres Mortadello ! A CITIZEN. Now, my Governor ! [He throws a knife, THE GOVERNOR ducks and it just misses his head. GOVERNOR. [Pointing to the as…
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…GARITA. [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 just as bad : I pin my faith to her. MATTEO. She has Madonnas face ; Madonnas spirit shines Even through her bodily veil, the moon among the pines ! EUPHEMIA. When I was ill last year she came three t…