Dangerous Beauty Page #4

THEIR LITTLE CRUMBS,

WOULD YOU?

NO, THOUGH THEY DO MAKE MORE

IN A NIGHT THAN I A MONTH,

THE LOVELY WHORES.

WHY DON'T YOU GO AND

MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL?

GIVE US A RHYME.

I'M NO PERFORMING MONKEY

FOR THE IDLE MASSES.

SINCE WHEN?

WE'RE ALL OF US

PERFORMING MONKEYS, NEPHEW.

PAUPERS AND POETS ALIKE.

I'M AT YOUR SERVICE, UNCLE.

IF IT'S RHYME YOU WISH,

I SHALL GLADLY OBLIGE.

A SUBJECT.

DOGE.

AH.

VENICE TO CELEBRATE

OUR PLENTY.

AH.

BORN IN GLORY.

THE VIRGIN'S EXALTATION.

FAIR AND MIGHTY VENICE.

QUEEN OF THE SEA.

UNCONQUERED MAID.

SOVEREIGN ISLE IS SHE.

CHASTE GODDESS.

RISING FROM THE FOAMY DEPTHS.

GATEWAY TO THE MOS DISTANT EAST AND WEST.

WINE?

PLEASE.

LOVER OF LIBERTY.

CHILD OF HONOR.

VERONICA?

VERONICA?

COVER YOUR SURPRISE,

SIGNORE VENIER.

IT'S VAGUELY INSULTING.

SIGNORE VENIER?

DON'T BE ABSURD.

I'M NO BEING ABSURD.

I'M JUS TREATING YOU

WITH THE SAME:

INDIFFERENCE:

YOU AFFORDED ME.

YOU CONFUSE INDIFFERENCE

WITH HONESTY.

YOU CONFUSE HONESTY

WITH VENALITY.

OH, YOU THINK ME VENAL?

YOU ARE A VENAL CUR.

HELLO, MARCO.

SOMETHING:

I CAN DO FOR YOU?

HERE BEAUTY,

WIT AND WEALTH COMBINE.

GATEWAY:

TWIXT DISTANT EAS

AND WEST.

MOTHER OF LIBERTY.

CHILD OF HONOR.

HOME AND HEARTH:

AND HEAR:

TO MEN OF VALOR.

[APPLAUSE]

PERHAPS THE FAIR MAIDEN

CAN DO BETTER.

[APPLAUSE]

A DUEL!

VENICE.

MOTHER,

VIRGIN, QUEEN,

AND GODDESS.

TO BE ALL 5 AT ONCE

IS NO MEAN TRICK...

IF WOMEN'S LAST LOST EDEN

ARE ADDRESSED TO BE...

HEARTH, HEART AND HOME

TO EVERY...

PRICK.

[AUDIENCE LAUGHS]

WHO IS SHE?

WHO IS THIS GIRL?

HMM.

SWEET LAGOON...

THAT BRINGS US LOVELY LIFE.

RANK WITH GREED:

AND TRADES...

DEVOURING STRIFE.

LADY VENICE,

HER BAUBLED SELF

DOES SHOW...

HER RAIMEN AS THE MOON DOTH GLOW.

HER WISDOM...

HER WISDOM SHINES

BRIGHT AS...

ENVIOUS DAY.

HER WIVES,

LIKE BOOTY ARE...

LOCKED AWAY.

BRAVA, BRAVA!

NEVER EVER:

HIDE THAT FACE AGAIN.

CHILDREN, MY DEAR,

ARE A DEFICIT.

IT'S NOT INFALLIBLE,

BUT IT'S MORE COMFORTABLE

THAN A TURTLE SHELL.

MMM.

OHH.

MMM.

SO...

YOU DIDN'T TELL ME

EVERYTHING.

HOW COULD I?

THEY WON'T ALL

BE RAMBERTIS.

WHO'S NEXT?

HONOR US WITH A POEM,

SIGNORA VERONICA.

I WOULD BE TOO HUMBLED

BEFORE SO ELOQUEN A GATHERING OF MINDS.

MAKE US LAUGH:

AS YOU DID BEFORE.

PERHAPS IF I AM:

CLEVER NEXT TIME,

I SHALL:

MAKE YOU WEEP.

YOU SHALL:

MAKE ME WEEP:

IF YOU DO NO GIVE ME LEAVE

TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

THURSDAY?

EVERY THURSDAY?

I SHALL COUN THE HOURS IN BETWEEN.

SCRAPE ANY LOWER,

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE SHOES

FOR EARRINGS.

WHY, MARCO VENIER,

I DO BELIEVE:

YOU'RE JEALOUS.

ONE CAN ONLY BE JEALOUS

OF WHAT ONE CANNOT HAVE.

AND YOU CANNOT HAVE ME.

THERE'S NOT A WOMAN

IN VENICE I CAN'T HAVE.

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