
Dangerous Beauty Page #3
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- 1998
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FRANCESCO MARTENENGO.
ADMIRAL OF OUR FLEET.
ANDREA TRON.
WHATEVER YOU DO,
DON'T MAKE HIM MAD.
OF PAINTINGS:
IS SURPASSED ONLY
BY HIS COLLECTION OF WOMEN.
SO MANY?
BIBLICAL.
RAMBERTI, YOU KNOW.
MINISTER OF DEFENSE.
I TELL YOU NOW,
THOUGHT IT A DISEASE.
YOU THINK PERHAPS
PITY.
I WAS FLATTERED:
SUCH SUSPICIONS:
UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES.
UNDER ANY:
CIRCUMSTANCES.
[CROWS]
AAH!
AAH!
AAH!
WHOO!
[CROWS]
OHH!
OHH!
"ALL THE BEST COURTESANS
HAVE ONE."
SIGNORA.
SIGNORE MARCO VENIER
WISHES YOUR AUDIENCE.
[CROWS]
A PEACOCK DOES NO AN INHERITANCE MAKE.
CHARMING SPECTACLE.
I'VE SEEN BETTER.
MUST BE INTERESTING,
KIND OF PERSPECTIVE.
I WAS WONDERING, UM...
I WOULD ENJOY I IF PERHAPS WE MIGH
EXCHANGE VERSE AGAIN...
SOME NIGHT...
VERONICA.
WE CAN'T AFFORD
ONE ANOTHER, MAFFIO.
WE'RE BOTH COURTIERS,
SINGING FOR OUR SUPPER.
OF COURSE.
ON ABOUT?
THE PLEASURES:
OF POETRY.
WELL, THE HUN POSSESSES, DOESN'T IT,
SUCH A CRUEL BEAUTY?
OH, I THINK SO.
TO THOSE:
THAT YOU REFUSE, YES.
YOU UNDERRATE YOURSELF.
FLATTERER.
SAY YES:
AND THEN SEE:
I HEARD "SEE."
IF I'M RIGHT,
YOU'LL TIRE OF ME,
AND IF YOU'RE RIGHT,
I'LL TIRE OF YOU.
MAYBE WE SHOULD JUS STAY AS WE ARE.
YOU KNOW,
OF LOMBARDY,
AND HER AUN IS THE POPE'S NIECE.
IS A GODSEND, MARCO.
MARCO, YOU WILL MARRY
GIULIA DE LEZZE.
FOR VENICE,
IF I DIDN'T KNOW YOU
BETTER,
INDIFFERENCE OF A MAN IN LOVE.
GO ON, SON.
TELL THE TRUTH:
SO THE TURKS:
THE SULTAN WANTS
THE MEDITERRANEAN
ERMINE.
Marco, drunkenly:
VERONICA!
VERONICA!
I'M AN ASS!
VERONICA!
VERONICA.
MY LITTLE POETESS.
I'M AN ASS!
THE COLD--
EXCUSE ME.
THE COLDEST,
I HAVE THE FEIGNED
INDIFFERENCE:
OF A MAN...
OF A MAN:
ABOUT TO BE MARRIED.
I'M GETTING MARRIED,
VERONICA.
CONGRATULATE ME.
FELICITATIONS:
WELL, HOW
GENEROUSLY PUT.
DO YOU LOVE HER?
DO I HAVE TO?
WELL, I HOPE
IT'S A PROFITABLE UNION.
DO YOU LIKE POETRY?
I KNOW THE PSALMS.
TELL ME A SECRET.
I HAVE NO SECRETS.
EVERYONE HAS SECRETS.
ALL RIGHT.
TELL ME A DESIRE.
A DEEP DESIRE.
MANY STRONG SONS.
NO, I MEAN SOMETHING...
FOR YOU.
SOMETHING JUST FOR YOU.
Veronica:
BUT LOVE:
MOCKED BY FATE,
IMPRISONED BY MY WOMB.
BY JEALOUSY POSSESSED,
WHICH SLOW CONSUMES
IN ICE-COLD, GLOOMY,
VICIOUS FLAME.
WHICH ME WOUND.
THAT CAN INSPIRE
YOUR POET'S HEART.
[LAUGHS]
IS A WHORE'S.
HONESTLY, I DIDN'T THINK
HE WON'T GIVE
THE TIME OF DAY:
FOR IT.
WHAT DO YOU COS THESE DAYS, VERONICA?
IF YOUR PRICK:
PURCHASE STAMINA.
[LAUGHTER]
[MEN GASP]
MAFFIO!
JUST MAKING A POINT, COUS'.
VERY BRAVE, COUS'. WHA POINT WOULD THAT BE?
I'M SORRY.
I'M SORRY.
I APOLOGIZE.
TO TRY AGAIN,
BLADE TO BLADE:
MADONNA VERONICA...
VERITABLY UNIQUE WHORE...
UM...MAY SING AND RHYME
AND MORE.
YOU PRIDE YOURSELF
AND F***ING BES YOUR MANLY BETTERS.
HA!
OW!
OF VENICE:
FROM THEIR HUSBANDS'
LUSTFUL MENACE!
[MAFFIO LAUGHS]
THEN YOU CONFESS
YOU LOVE...
TO RUT...
AND YOUR BEAUTY'S
GLADLY STUFFED.
Marco:
NOW, NOW, NOW.
A MISTAKE.
I CONFESS I F*** DIVINELY
THOSE WHO LOVE:
[MOCKING] "I CONFESS
I F*** DIVINELY
THOSE WHO RICHLY
ON THE PAGE:
YOU'LL NEVER FIND
ON THE PAGE:
OR ON THE SHEET...
Maffio to himself:
ON THE PAGE OR ON THE SHEET...
UH...GREET...BLEAT.
ON THE PAGE:
A GREATER HACK:
YOU'LL NEVER MEET!
[SCREAMING]
UGH!
YOU FIGH LIKE A SAILOR.
I LEARNED:
FROM A SAILOR.
NOW STOP STALLING.
RECANT THE CURSE
YOU GIVE MY KIND.
ADMIT I HAVE, AS YOU,
A GREEDY HAND:
AND EMPTY HEAR:
IS ALL THE WRESTS
YOUR LEGS APART.
HYAH!
[DOOR OPENS]
[FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS]
HOW DID YOU LE THIS PARAGON OF CITIES
TURN INTO A CESSPI OF VICE AND DEPRAVITY?
AND WASH AWAY:
THE FILTH...
SO THE LORD:
MY FRIEND?
I THINK NOT.
A SOUL IN TORMEN IS A SOUL WITHOUT GOD.
WE MUST ALL:
MEET OUR MAKER.
TO THIS END,
WE MUST ALL COME,
EVEN VENETIANS.
MY BROTHER.
IT'S YOUR DESIRE
YOU CAN CURE ME:
OF MY DESIRE...
YOUNG IDEALIST?
NO.ICAN'T.
TONIGHT'S
MY AFFECTIONS AREN'T MINE
WHAT?
LIKE YOU.
I'LL SUPPORT YOU.
NO.
NO MONEY BETWEEN US.
SO YOU'D...
YOU'D CONTINUE
WITH THIS LIFE?
I HAVE NO CHOICE.
I WAS GIVEN.
A CHOICE.
YOUR PROPERTY,
CHASTE AND SILENT,
YOU'RE WRONG.
AM I?
DO NOT ASK OF ME WHA YOU CANNOT GIVE YOURSELF.
YOUR WIFE IS WAITING.
WHAT AILS YOU, MARCO?
PENDING DEPRIVATION...
MY DEAR,
YOU'RE NOT EATING.
BUT YOU ARE, THOUGH,
DARLING.
[BELLS RING
IN DISTANCE]
MARCO! MARCO!
SUNK EIGHT SHIPS
NEAR MALTA.
IF WE DON'T SAIL
Marco:
SOONER, I THINK.
TO OUR 1.
HELP US?
KING HENRY'S A BOY
IN MAN'S BRITCHES.
A POWERFUL BOY.
A BOY NONETHELESS.
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