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Bar. At your own peril ?

Be thus admitted, though as novices, Lor.

There is none, I tell you, To view the mysteries. Our powers are such.

Sen.

Let us view them: they Bar.

But he has twice already No doubt, are worth it. Solicited permission to retire,

Mem.

Being worth our lives, And twice it was refused.

If we divulge them, doubtless they are worth Lor.

The better reason Something, at least to you or me. To grant it the third time.

Sen.

I sought not Bar.

Unask'd ?

A place within the sanctuary; but being Lor.

It shows Chosen, however reluctantly so chusen, The impression of his former instances :

I shall fulfil my office. If they were from his heart, he may be thankful: Mem.

Let us not If not, 'twill punish his hypocrisy.

Be latest in obeying “The Ten's” summons. Come, they are met by this time ; let us join them, Sen. All are not met, but I am of your though. And be thou fix'd in purpose for this once. So far-let's in. I have prepared such arguments as will not

Mem.

The earliest are most welcome Fail to move them, and to remove him: since In earnest councils--we will not be least so. Their thoughts, their objects, have been sounded,

(Exeuns do not

Enter the Doge, JACOPO Foscari, and MARINA. You, with your wonted scruples, teach us pause, And all will prosper.

Jac. Fos. Ah, father! though I must and wil Bar. Could I but be certain

depart, This is no prelude to such persecution

Yet-yet-I pray you to obtain for me Of the sire as has fallen upon the son,

That I once more return unto my home,
I would support you.

Howe'er remote the period. Let there be
Lor.
He is safe, I tell you ;

A point of time as beacon to my heart,
His fourscore years and five may linger on With any penalty annex'd they please,
As long as he can drag them: 'tis his throne But let me still return.
Alone is aim'd at.

Doge.

Son Jacopo,
Bar.
But discarded princes

Go and obey our country's will: 'tis not
Are seldom long of life.

For us to look beyond.
Lor.
And men of eighty

Jac, Fos.

But still I must
More seldom still.

Look back. I pray you think of me.
Bar.
And why not wait these few years ? Doge.

Alas! Lor. Because we have waited long enough, and he You ever were my dearest offspring, when Lived longer than enough. Hence! In to council ! They were more numerous, nor can be less s0 [Exeunt LOREDANO and BARBARIGO. Now you are last; but did the state demand

The exile of the disinterred ashes
Enter MEMMO and a Senator.

Of your three goodly brothers, now in earth, Sen. A summons to “the Ten!” Why so ? And their desponding shapes came flitting round Mem.

“ The Ten "To impede the act, I must no less obey Alone can answer; they are rarely wont

A duty, paramount to every duty. To let their thoughts anticipate their purpose Mar. My husband ! let us on: this but prolongs By previous proclamation. We are summon'd Our sorrow. That is enough.

Jac. Fos. But we are not summon'd yet; Sen.

For them, but not for us ; The galley's sails are not unfurl'd:-who knows? I would know why.

The wind may change.
Mem.
You will know why anon,

Mar.

And if it do, it will not If you obey; and, if not, you no less

Change their hearts, or your lot: the galley's cans Will know why you should have obey'd.

Will quickly clear the harbor. Sen.

I mean not Jac. Fos.
To oppose them, but

Where are your storms ?
Mem.
In Venice “but's a traitor. Mar.

In human breasts. Alat
But me no "buts," unless you would pass o'er Will nothing calm you ?
The Bridge which few repass.

Jac. Fos.

Never yet did mariner Sen.

I am silent.

Put up to patron saint such prayers for prosperous Mem.

Why And pleasant breezes, as I call upon you, Thus hesitate ? « The Ten" have call'a in aid Ye tutelar saints of my own city! which Of their deliberation five and twenty

Ye love not with more holy love than I, Patricians of the senate--you are one,

To lash up from the deep the Adrian waves, And I another; and it seems to me

And waken Auster, sovereign of the tempest ! Both honor'd by the choice or chance which leads us Till the sea dash me back on my own shore To mingle with a body so august.

A broken corse upon the barren Lido, Sen. Most true. I say no more.

Where I may mingle with the sands which skirt em.

As we hope, signor, The land I love, and never shall see more! And all may honestly (that is, all those

Mar. And wish you this with me beside yon? Of noble blood may) one day hope to be

Jac. Fos.

NgDecemvir, it is surely for the senate's

No-not for thee, too good, too kind! May'st thor Chosen delegates, a scbool of wisdom, to

'Live long to be a mother to those children

O ye elements!

Doge.

Thy fond fidelity for 2 time deprives

Jac. Fos.

Now, I'm readyOf such support! But for myself alone,

My eyes swim strangely-where's the door ? May all the winds of heaven howl down the Gulf, Mar.

Away! And tear the vessel, till the mariners,

Let me support him—my best love! Oh, God ! Appall'd, turn their despairing eyes on me, How faintly beats this heart—this pulse ! As the Phenicians did on Jonah, then

Jac. Fos.

The light! Cast me out from among them, as an offering Is it the light ?-I am faint. 1 To appease the waves. The billow which destroys me

[Officer presents him with water. Will be more merciful than man, and bear me, Offi.

He will be better, Dead, but still bear me to a native grave,

Perhaps in the air. From fisher's hands upon the desolate strand, Jac. Fos. I doubt not. Father--wifeWhich, of its thousand wrecks, hath ne'er received Your hands! One lacerated like the heart which then

Mar. There's death in that damp, clammy grasp. Will be

—But wherefore breaks it not? why live I? Oh God!—My Foscari, how fare you? Mar. To man thyself, I trust, with time, to master Jac. Fos.

Well! Such useless passion. Until now thou wert

[He dies. A sufferer, but not a loud one: why

Offi. He's gone! What is this to the things thou hast borne in Doge.

He's free. silence

Mar.

No-no, he is not dead, Imprisonment and actual torture ?

There must be life yet in that heart—he could not Jac. Fos.

Double,

Thus leave me.
Triple, and tenfold torture! But you are right, Doge. Daughter !
It must be borne. Father, your blessing.

Mar.

Hold thy peace, old man, Doge.

Would I am no daughter now-thou hast no son.
It could avail thee! but no less thou hast it. Oh, Foscari!
Jac. Fos. Forgive

Offi. We must remove the body.
What?

Mar. Touch it not, dungeon miscreants! your bas, Jac, Fos.

My poor mother, for my birth, office And me for having lived, and you yourself Ends with his life, and goes not beyond murder, (As I forgive you) for the gift of life,

Even by your murderous laws. Leave his remains Which you bestow'd upon me as my sire.

To those who know to honor them. Har. What hast thou done?

Offi.

I must Jac. Fos.

Nothing. I cannot charge Inform the signory, and learn their pleasure. My memory with much save sorrow: but

Doge. Inform the signory from me, the Doge, I have been so beyond the common lot

They have no further power upon those ashes : Chasten'd and visited, I needs must think While he lived, he was theirs, as fits a subject That I was wicked. If it be so, may

Now he is mine-my broken-hearted boy! What I have undergone here keep me from

[Exit Officer A like hereafter !

Mar. And I must live!
Mar.
Fear not: that's reserved

Doge.

Your children live, Marina. For your oppressors.

Mar. My children! true-they live, and I must Jac. Fos. Let me hope not.

live Mar.

Hope not? To bring them up to serve the state, and die Jac. Fos. I cannot wish them all they have in- As died their father. Oh! what best of blessings flicted.

Were barrenness in Venice! Would my mother Mar. AU! the consummate fiends! A thousand Had been so! fold

Doge. My unhappy children! May the worm which ne'er dieth, feed upon them! Mar.

What! Jac. Fos. They may repent.

You feel it then at last-you !-Where is now Mar.

And if they do, Heaven will not The stoic of the state ?
Accept the tardy penitence of demons.

Doge, (throwing himself down by the body.) Here.
Mar.

Ay, weep on!
Enter an Officer and Guards.

I thought you had no tears—you hoarded them of. Signor! the boat is at the shore-the wind Until they are useless ; but weep on! he never Is rising--we are ready to attend you.

Shall weep more-nerer, never more. Jac. Fos. And I to be attended. Once more, father,

Enter LOREDANO and BARBARIGO. Doge. Take it. Alas! how thine own trembles ! Lor.

What's here? Jac. Fos. No-you mistake; 'tis yours that Mar. Ah! the devil come to insult the dead. shakes, my father.

Avaunt! Farewell !

Incarnate Lucifer ! 'tis holy ground. Doge.

Farewell ! Is there aught else? A martyr's ashes now lie there, which make it Jac. Fos

No-nothing. A shrine. Get thee back to thy place of torrent!

[To the Officer. Bar. Lady, we knew not of this sad event, Lend me your arm, good signor.

But pass'd here merely on our path from council

You turn pale Mar. Pass on. Let me support you—paler-ho! some aid there!

Lor.

We sought the Doge.

Mar. (pointing to the Doge, who is still on the Ah, te is dying!

ground by his son's body.) He's busy, look.

Your hand!

Offi.

Some water!
Mar.

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About the business you provided for him.

Bar. You have a son. Are ye content?

Lor.

I have and had a father Bar. We will not interrupt

Bar. Still so inexorable? A parent's sorrows.

Lor,

Still. Mar. No, ye only make them,

Bar.

But let him Then leave them.

Inter his son before we press upon him Doge, (rising.) Sirs, I am ready,

This edict. Bar.

No-not now.

Lor. Let him call up into life Lor. Yet 'twas important.

My sire and uncle-I consent. Men may,
Doge.

If 'twas so,
I can

Even aged men, be, or appear to be,
Only repeat-I am ready.

Sires of a hundred sons, but cannot kindle
Bar.
It shall not be

An atom of their ancestors from earth.
Just now, though Venice totter'd o'er the deep The victims are not equal : he has seen
Like a frail vessel. I respect your griefs.

His sons expire by natural deaths, and I
Doge. I thank you. If the tidings which you bring My sires by violent and mysterious maladies.
Are evil, you may say them; nothing further I used no poison, bribed no subtle master
Can touch me more than him thou look’st on there. Of the destructive art of healing, to
If they be good, say on; you need not fear Shorten the path to the eternal cure.
That they can comfort me.

His sons, and he had four, are dead, without
Bar.

I would they could. My dabbling in vilc drugs. Doge. I spoke not to you, but to Loredano.

Bar.

And art thou sure
He understands me.

He dealt in such ?
Mar.
Ah! I thought it would be so. Lor.

Most sure.
Doge. What mean you ?

Bar.

And yet he seems Mar

Lo! there is the blood beginning All openness. To flow through the dead lips of Foscari

Lor. And so he seem'd not long The body bleeds in presence of the assassin. Ago to Carmagnuola. [To LOREDANO. Bar.

The attainted Thou cowardly murderer by law, behold

And foreign traitor ? How death itself bears witness to thy deeds !

Lor.

Eren so: when he,
Doge. My child! this is a phantasy of grief. After the very night in which “the Ten"
Bear hence the body. (To his Attendants.) Signors, (Join'd with the Doge) decided his destruction,
if it please you,

Met the great Duke at daybreak with a jest,
Within an hour I'll hear you.

Demanding whether he should augur him [Exeunt Doge, Marina, and Attendants with “ The good day or good night?" his Doge-ship the body.

answer'd, Manent LOREDANO and BARBARIGO." That he in truth had pass’d a night of vigil Bar.

He must not In which (he added with a gracious smile) Be troubled now.

There often has been question about you." Lor.

He said himself that nought 'Twas untrue; the question was the death resolved Could give him trouble further.

Of Carmagnuola, eight months ere he died; Bar.

These are words; and the old Doge, who knew him doom'd, smiled But grief is lonely, and the breaking in

on him Upon it barbarous.

With deadly cozenage, eight long months before Lor. Sorrow preys upon

handIts solitude, and nothing more diverts it

Eight months of such hypocrisy as is From its sad visions of the other world

Learnt but in eighty years. Brave Carmagnuola Than calling it at moments back to this.

Is dead; so is young Foscari and his brethren-
The busy have no time for tears.

I never smiled on them.
Bar.
And therefore Bar.

Was Carmagnuola
You would deprive this old man of all business? Your friend?
Lor. The thing's decreed. The Giunta and "the Lor. He was the safeguard of the city.
Ten"

In early life its foe, but, in his manhood,
llave made it law—who shall oppose that law? Its savior first, then victim.
Bar. Humanity.

Bar.

Ah! that seems Lor.

Because his son is dead ? The penalty of saving cities. He Bar. And yet unburied.

Whom we now act against not only saved Lor.

Had we known this when our own, but added others to her sway. The act was passing, it might have suspended Lor. The Romans (and we ape them) gave a crowa Its passage, but impedes it not-once past. To him who took a city: and they gave Bar. I'll not consent.

A crown to him who saved a citizen Lor.

You have consented to In battle: the rewards are equal. Now All that's essential-leave the rest to me.

If we should measure forth the cities taken Bar. Why press his abdication now?

By the Doge Foscari, with citizens Lor.

The feelings Destroy'd by him, or through him, the account of private passion may not interrupt

Were fearfully against him, although narrow'd
The public benefit; and what the state

To private havoc, such as between him
Decides to-day must not give way before
To-morrow for a natural accident.

. An historical fact.

You may.

And my dead father.

An Officer. Prince! I have done your bidding. Bar. Are you then thus fix'a ? Doge.

What command? Lor. Why, what should change me?

Ofi. A melancholy one—to call the attendance Bar.

That which changes me: 0 But you, I know, are marble to retain

Doge. True-true-true: I crave your pardon. I A feud. But when all is accomplish'd, when Begin to fail in apprehension, and The old man is deposed, his name degraded, Wax very old-old almost as my years. His sons all dead, his family depress'd,

Till now I fought them off, but they begin And you and yours triumphant, shall you sleep?

To overtake me. Lor. More soundly.

Bar. That's an error and you'll find it, Enter the Deputation, consisting of six of the Ere you sleep with your fathers.

Signory, and the Chief of the Ten. Lor.

They sleep not In their accelerated graves, nor will

Noble men, your pleasure ! Till Foscari fills his. Each night I see them Chief of the Ten. In the first place the Council Stalk frowning round my couch, and, pointing

doth condole towards

With the Doge on his late and private grief. The ducal palace, marshal me to vengeance.

Doge. No moreno more of that. Bar. Fancy's distemperature ! There is no passion Chief of the Ten.

Will not the Duke More spectral or fantastical than hate;

Accept the homage of respect ? Not even its opposite, love, so peoples air

Doge.

I do With phantoms, as this madness of the heart. Accept it as 'tis given-proceed.

Chief of the Ten.

“ The Ten," Enter an Officer.

With a selected giunta from the senate Lor. Where go you, sirrah ?

of twenty-five of the best born patricians, Offr.

By the ducal order of the republic, and the o'erwhelmning cares To forward the preparatory rites

Which at this moment, doubly must oppress For the late Foscari's interment.

Your years, so long devoted to your country, Bar.

Their

Have judged it fitting, with all reverence,
Vault has been open'd of late years.

Now to solicit from your wisdom, (which
Bar. 'Twill be full soon, and may be closed for ever. Upon reflection must accord in this,)
Ofi. May I pass on?

The resignation of the ducal ring
Lor.

Which you have worn so long and venerably; Bar.

How bears the doge And to prove that they are not ungrateful nor This last calamity ?

Cold to your years and services, they add Offi.

With desperate firmness ; An appanage of twenty hundred golden la presence of another he says little,

Ducats, to make retirement not less splendid But I perceive his lips move now and then; Than should become a sovereign's retreat. And once or twice I heard him, from the adjoining Doge. Did I hear rightly? Apartment, mutter forth the words—“ my son!” Chief of the Ten. Need I say again? Searce audibly. I must proceed. (Exit Officer. Doge. No.-Have you done? Bar.

This stroke Chief of the Ten. I have spoken. Twenty fow Will move all Venice in his favor.

Hours are accorded you to give an answer.
Right!

Doge. shall not need so many seconds.
We must be speedy; let us call together

Chief of the Ten.

We The delegates appointed to convey

Will now retire. The council's resolution.

Doge.

Stay! Four and twenty hours Bar, I protest

Will alter nothing which I have to say.
Against it at this moment.

Chief of the Ten. Speak!
Lor.
As you please

Doge.

When I twice before reiterated I'll take their voices on it ne'ertheless,

My wish to abdicate, it was refused me;
And see whose most may sway them, yours or mine. And not alone refused, but ye exacted
[Exeuut BARBARIGO and LOREDANO. An oath from me that I would never more

Renew this instance. I have sworn to die
In full exertion of the functions, which
My country call’d me here to exercise,

According to my honor and my conscience-
ACT V.

I cannot break my oath.

Chief of the Ten. Reduce us not
SCENE I.

To the alternative of a decree,

Instead of your compliance.
The Doge's Apartment.

Doge.

Providence

Prolongs my days to prove and chasten me;
The DogE and Attendants.

But ye have no right to reproach my length
Att. My lord, the deputation is in waiting; of days, since every hour has been the country's
But add, that if another hour would better I am ready to lay down my life for her,
Accord with your will, they will make it theirs. As I have laid down dearer things than life:
Doge. To me all hours are like. Let them But for my dignity-I hold it of
approach,

(Exit Attendant "The whole republic; when the general will

Lor.

Give it way;

Is manifest, then you shall all be answer'd. |The retribution of his wrongs !-Well, well; Chief of the Ten. We griere for such an answer; I have sons who shall be men. but it cannot

Doge.

Your grief distracts you. Avail you aught.

Mar. I thought I could have borne it, when I saw Doge. I can submit to all things,

him But nothing will advance ; no, not a moment. Bow'd down by such oppression : yes, I thought What you decree-decree.

That I would rather look upon his corse Chief of the Ten. With this, then, must we Than his prolong'd captivity: I am punish'd Return to those who sent us?

For that thought now. Would I were in his grave! Doge.

You have heard me. Doge. I must look on him once more. Chief of the Ten. With all due reverence we retire. Mar.

Come with me! [Exeunt the Deputation, &c. Doge. Is he

Mar.

Our bridal bed is now his bier.
Enter an Attendant.

Doge. And he is in his shroud!
Att.
My lord, Mar.

Come, come, old man. The noble dame Marina craves an audience.

[Exeunt the DogE and MARINA Doge. My time is hers.

Enter BARBARIGO and LOREDANO.
Enter MARINA.

Bar. (to an Attendant.) Where is the Doge!
Mar.
My lord, if I intrude Att.

This instant retired hencs Perhaps you fain would be alone ?

With the illustrious lady his son's widow. Doge.

Alone!

Lor. Where? Alone, come all the world around me, I

Att.

To the chamber where the body lies. Am now and evermore. But we will bear it.

Bar. Let us return, then. Mar. We will; and for the sake of those who are, Lor.

You forget, you cannot Endeavor-Oh my husband!

We have the implicit order of the Giunta Doge.

To await their coming here, and join them in I cannot comfort thee.

Their office : they'll be here soon after us. Mar.

He might have lived, Bar. And will they press their answer on the Doge! So form'd for gentle privacy of life,

Lor. 'Twas his own wish that all should be done So loving, so beloved; the native of

promptly. Another land, and who so blest and blessing He answer'd quickly, and must so be answer'd : As my poor Foscari? Nothing was wanting His dignity is look'd to, his estate Unto his happiness and mine, save not

Cared for what would he more? To be Venetian.

Bar.

Die in his robes: Doge. Or a prince's son.

He could not have lived long; but I have done Mar. Yes; all things which conduce to other My best to save his honors, and opposed men's

This proposition to the last, though rainly. Imperfect happiness or high ambition,

Why would the general vote compal me hither? By some strange destiny, to him proved deadly. Lor. 'Twas fit that some one of such different The country aud the people whom he loved,

thoughts The prince of whom he was the elder born, From ours should be a witness, lest false tongues And

Should whisper that a harsh majority Doge. Soon may be a prince no longer.

Dreaded to have its acts beheld by others. Mar.

How? Bar. And not less, I must needs think, for the sako Doge. They have taken my son from me, and now Of humbling me for my vain opposition. aim

You are ingenious, Loredano, in At my too long worn diadem and ring.

Your modes of vengeance, nay, poetical, Let them resume the gewgaws !

A very Ovid in the art of hating; Mar.

Oh, the tyrants ! 'Tis thus (although a secondary object,
In such an hour, too!

Yet hate has microscopic eyes) to you
Doge.
Tis the fittest time:

I owe, by way of foil to the more zealous,
An hour ago I should have felt it.

This undesired association in Mar.

And

Your Giunta's duties. Will you not now resent it?-Oh for vengeance ! Lor.

How !-my Giunta! But he who, had he been enough protected,

Bar. Might have repaid protection in this moment, They speak your language, watch your nod, approve Cannot assist his father.

Your plans, and do your work. Are they not yours! Doge. Nor should do so

Lor. You talk unwarily. 'Twere best they hear Against his country, had he a thousand lives

not Instead of that

This from you. Mar. They tortured from him. This Bar. Oh! they'll hear as much one day May be pure patriotism. I am a woman: From louder tongues than mine; they have gone To me my husband and my children were

beyond Country and home. I loved him-how I loved him! Even their exorbitance of power : and when I have seen him pass through such an ordeal as This happens in the most contemn'd and abject The old martyrs would have shrunk from : he is gone, States, stung humanity will rise to check it. And I, who would have given my blood for him, Lor. You talk but idly. Have nought to give but tears ! But could I compass Bar.

That remains for prool

Yours !

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