Having forced Mortadello to marry her, she disguises
herself as a Saharan dancer and drugs him with hashish. She then
discloses her identity; and he, in the madness of the drug,
attacks the Papal legate. She follows and, defending the old
man, kills her husband. This last scene, by the way, fulfils my
idea of true comedy; the dressing up of a man as a king or god,
and inducing him to preside at a hunting of which he is in
reality to be the quarry. I have shown in my essay "Good
Hunting!" (The International, March 1918) that this
central idea is universal in all the best comedy and tragedy
from the "Bacchae" of Euripides, the story of Esther, the
Crucifixion and the murder of Hiram Abif, to the plays of
Shakespeare, Ibsen and many others.
— The Confessions of Aleister Crowley.
New York, NY. Hill and Wang, 1969. Page 490.