Dangerous Beauty Page #3

FRANCESCO MARTENENGO.

ADMIRAL OF OUR FLEET.

ANDREA TRON.

WHATEVER YOU DO,

DON'T MAKE HIM MAD.

BISHOP DE LA TORRE.

IT'S SAID HIS COLLECTION

OF PAINTINGS:

IS SURPASSED ONLY

BY HIS COLLECTION OF WOMEN.

SO MANY?

BIBLICAL.

RAMBERTI, YOU KNOW.

MINISTER OF DEFENSE.

I TELL YOU NOW,

HE'S IN LOVE WITH YOU.

YOU SAY THAT AS IF YOU

THOUGHT IT A DISEASE.

YOU THINK PERHAPS

I WANT YOU FOR MYSELF.

I WOULD NOT PRESUME.

PITY.

I WAS FLATTERED:

TO THINK YOU MIGHT HARBOR

SUCH SUSPICIONS:

UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES.

I WOULD BE HAPPY

TO ATTEND TO YOU

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.

LOOK AT THESE GOWNS.

EACH IS A UNIQUE WORK

OF ART IN EVERY DETAIL.

CHARMING SPECTACLE.

I'VE SEEN BETTER.

MUST BE INTERESTING,

BEING IN A ROOM FULL OF MEN,

MOST OF WHOM YOU'VE SEEN

WITH THEIR PANTS DOWN.

PUTS IT ALL IN SOME

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.

WHAT WAS COUSIN MAFFIO

ON ABOUT?

THE PLEASURES:

OF POETRY.

DID YOU ENJOY THE HUNT?

WELL, THE HUN POSSESSES, DOESN'T IT,

SUCH A CRUEL BEAUTY?

MUCH LIKE YOUR OWN.

IS MY BEAUTY CRUEL?

OH, I THINK SO.

TO THOSE:

THAT YOU REFUSE, YES.

IT IS ONLY MY REFUSAL

THAT AROUSES YOUR LONGING.

YOU UNDERRATE YOURSELF.

FLATTERER.

PUT IT TO THE TEST.

SAY YES:

AND THEN SEE:

IF YOU'RE RID OF ME.

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,

I DO REGRET THE...

THE HUR THAT I CAUSED YOU.

YOU OWN MY HEART.

YOUR HEAR IS HIGHER UP.

HER FATHER OWNS HALF

OF LOMBARDY,

AND HER AUN IS THE POPE'S NIECE.

AN ALLIANCE WITH THIS FAMILY

IS A GODSEND, MARCO.

MARCO, YOU WILL MARRY

GIULIA DE LEZZE.

FOR VENICE,

IF FOR NO OTHER REASON.

IF I DIDN'T KNOW YOU

BETTER,

I'D SAY YOU HAD THE FEIGNED

INDIFFERENCE OF A MAN IN LOVE.

GO ON, SON.

TELL THE TRUTH:

AND SHAME THE DEVIL.

SO THE TURKS:

ARE ON THE MOVE AGAIN.

THE SULTAN WANTS

THE MEDITERRANEAN

FOR HIS BATHING POOL.

WHAT IS THAT HEAVENLY THING?

ERMINE.

Marco, drunkenly:

VERONICA!

VERONICA!

I'M AN ASS!

VERONICA!

VERONICA.

MY LITTLE POETESS.

I'M AN ASS!

YOU ARE THE BRIGHTEST STAR

IN THE VENETIAN FIRMAMENT.

THE COLD--

EXCUSE ME.

THE COLDEST,

BUT ALSO THE BRIGHTEST.

MY UNCLE TELLS ME

I HAVE THE FEIGNED

INDIFFERENCE:

OF A MAN...

OF A MAN:

ABOUT TO BE MARRIED.

I'M GETTING MARRIED,

VERONICA.

CONGRATULATE ME.

FELICITATIONS:

ON YOUR GRAND MATCH.

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.

I HOPE TO GIVE YOU

MANY STRONG SONS.

NO, I MEAN SOMETHING...

FOR YOU.

SOMETHING JUST FOR YOU.

TO BE A GOOD WIFE TO YOU

IS MY ONLY DESIRE.

Veronica:

'TIS NOT WANTON FLESH,

BUT LOVE:

THAT BRINGS ME SHAME.

MOCKED BY FATE,

IMPRISONED BY MY WOMB.

BY JEALOUSY POSSESSED,

WHICH SLOW CONSUMES

IN ICE-COLD, GLOOMY,

VICIOUS FLAME.

I LOVE THE VERY WEAPONS

WHICH ME WOUND.

LUCKY IS THE MAN

THAT CAN INSPIRE

YOUR POET'S HEART.

[LAUGHS]

THE ONLY FORM SHE'S MASTERED

IS A WHORE'S.

HONESTLY, I DIDN'T THINK

UNCLE WAS STILL CAPABLE

OF GETTING IT UP.

WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM

TO GET HIM TO PUBLISH

THIS LITTLE PILE OF DITTIES?

HE WON'T GIVE

THE TIME OF DAY:

TO HIS OWN FLESH AND BLOOD.

SHE WORKED FOR IT.

HA. I'LL BET SHE WORKED

FOR IT.

WHAT DO YOU COS THESE DAYS, VERONICA?

IF YOUR PRICK:

IS AS LIMP AS YOUR VERSE,

NO PRICE CAN POSSIBLY

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.

HAVE YOU THE GUTS

TO TRY AGAIN,

BLADE TO BLADE:

AND PEN TO PEN?

MADONNA VERONICA...

VERITABLY UNIQUE WHORE...

UM...MAY SING AND RHYME

AND MORE.

STILL, IS AT BES A SLUT...

WITH EVERY HORNY MUTT.

YOU PRIDE YOURSELF

ON ARTS AND LETTERS

AND F***ING BES YOUR MANLY BETTERS.

HA!

OW!

I SAVE THE GOODLY WIVES

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:

AND WELL OPINE ME.

[MOCKING] "I CONFESS

I F*** DIVINELY

THOSE WHO RICHLY

WINE AND DINE ME."

ON THE PAGE:

OR ON THE SHEET,

YOU'LL NEVER FIND

A TONGUE MORE SWEET.

ON THE PAGE:

OR ON THE SHEET...

Maffio to himself:

ON THE PAGE OR ON THE SHEET...

UH...GREET...BLEAT.

ON THE PAGE:

OR ON THE SHEET,

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 HEART AND MIND.

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?

FOR AS THE WATERS FLOW

THROUGH VENICE EVERY DAY

AND WASH AWAY:

THE FILTH...

SO THE LORD:

WILL WASH AWAY THIS EVIL.

DO YOU NOT AGREE,

MY FRIEND?

I THINK NOT.

A SOUL IN TORMEN IS A SOUL WITHOUT GOD.

ALL FLESH IS GRASS.

WE MUST ALL:

MEET OUR MAKER.

TO THIS END,

WE MUST ALL COME,

EVEN VENETIANS.

YOU CAN BE SAVED,

MY BROTHER.

IT'S YOUR DESIRE

THAT MAKES YOU WEAK.

YOU CAN CURE ME:

OF MY DESIRE...

YOUNG IDEALIST?

NO.ICAN'T.

TONIGHT'S

TOO MANY HOURS AWAY.

MY AFFECTIONS AREN'T MINE

TO GIVE YOU TONIGHT.

WHAT?

I HAVE MOUTHS TO FEED

LIKE YOU.

I'LL SUPPORT YOU.

NO.

NO. THERE WILL BE

NO MONEY BETWEEN US.

SO YOU'D...

YOU'D CONTINUE

WITH THIS LIFE?

I HAVE NO CHOICE.

THIS IS THE LIFE

I WAS GIVEN.

NO. YOU DO HAVE

A CHOICE.

IF I WERE YOURS ALONE,

YOUR PROPERTY,

CHASTE AND SILENT,

YOU'D SOON TIRE OF ME.

YOU'RE WRONG.

AM I?

IF YOU CARED FOR ME,

YOU COULD NOT DO THIS.

DO NOT ASK OF ME WHA YOU CANNOT GIVE YOURSELF.

YOUR WIFE IS WAITING.

WHAT AILS YOU, MARCO?

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

I WAN TO BE A GOOD WIFE.

PENDING DEPRIVATION...

ALWAYS MAKES ME HUNGRY.

MY DEAR,

YOU'RE NOT EATING.

BUT YOU ARE, THOUGH,

DARLING.

THERE'LL BE NO MORE

OF THESE LITTLE DELICACIES

IF THE SULTAN TURNS NASTY.

[BELLS RING

IN DISTANCE]

WHY ARE THE BELLS RINGING

AT THIS TIME OF NIGHT?

MARCO! MARCO!

THE SULTAN HAS ATTACKED.

SUNK EIGHT SHIPS

NEAR MALTA.

IF WE DON'T SAIL

FOR CYPRUS BY EASTER,

WE WON' BE SAILING BACK.

Marco:

SOONER, I THINK.

I WE CAN'T RALLY FRANCE,

WE WON'T BE SAILING BACK.

THE TURKS HAVE 3 SHIPS

TO OUR 1.

WILL THE KING OF FRANCE

HELP US?

IF WE AMUSE HIM.

KING HENRY'S A BOY

IN MAN'S BRITCHES.

A POWERFUL BOY.

A BOY NONETHELESS.

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