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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.
Let us view them: they Bar.
But he has twice already No doubt, are worth it. Solicited permission to retire,
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.
I sought not Bar.
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
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,
(Exeunt 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
He is safe, I tell you ; A point of time as beacon to my heart,
Go and obey our country's will: 'tis not
For us to look beyond.
But still I must
Look back. I pray you think of me.
The exile of the disinterred ashes
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 unfurld:-who knows? I would know why.
The wind may change.
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 can Will know why you should have obey'd.
Will quickly clear the harbor. Sen.
I mean not Jac. Fos.
Where are your storms ?
In human breasts. Alas
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'd 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 Mem.
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. Decemvir, it is surely for the senate's
No-not for thee, too good, too kind! May'st thor Chosen delegates, a school of wisdom, to
'Live long to be a mother to those children
Oye elements !
Thy fond fidelity for 2 time deprives
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
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
No-no, he is not dead, Imprisonment and actual torture ?
There must be life yet in that heart—he could not Jac. Fos.
Thus leave me.
Hold thy peace, old man, Doge.
Would I am no daughter now-thou hast no son.
Offi. We must remove the body.
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?
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!
Your children live, Marina. For your oppressors.
Mar. My children! true-they live, and I must Jac. Fos. Let me hope not.
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 ?
Doge, (throwing himself down by the body.) Here.
Ay, weep on!
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!
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.
About the business you provided for him.
Bar. You have a son. Are ye content?
I have and had a father Bar. We will not interrupt
Bar. Still so inexorable ? A parent's sorrows.
Still. Mar. No, ye only make them,
But let him Then leave them.
Inter his son before we press upon him Doge, (rising.) Sirs, I am ready.
This edict. Bar.
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,
Sires of a hundred sons, but cannot kindle
An atom of their ancestors from earth.
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.
And art thou sure He understands me.
He dealt in such ?
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
And foreign traitor ? How death itself bears witness to thy deeds !
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
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 brethrenThe busy have no time for tears.
I never smiled on them.
In early life its foe, but, in his manhood,
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 crom 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
. An historical fact.
And my dead father.
An Officer. Prince! I have done your bidding.
Off. A melancholy one—to call the attendance
That which changes me: 0f-
Doge. True-true-true: I crave your pardon. I
Till now I fought them off, but they begin
That's an error and you'll find it, Enter the Deputation, consisting of six of the
Signory, and the Chief of the Ten.
Noble men, your pleasure !
With the Doge on his late and private grief.
Will not the Duke
Accept the homage of respect ?
Chief of the Ten.
“ The Ten,"
With a selected giunta from the senate
of twenty-five of the best born patricians,
By the ducal order of the republic, and the o'erwhelmning cares
Which at this moment, doubly must oppress
Your years, so long devoted to your country,
Have judged it fitting, with all reverence,
Now to solicit froin your wisdom, (which
The resignation of the ducal ring
Which you have worn so long and venerably ;
How bears the doge And to prove that they are not ungrateful nor
Cold to your years and services, they add
With desperate firmness ; An appanage of twenty hundred golden
Ducats, to make retirement not less splendid
Than should become a sovereign's retreat.
This stroke Chief of the Ten. I have spoken. Twenty fow
Hours are accorded you to give an answer.
Doge. I shall not need so many seconds.
Chief of the Ten.
Will now retire.
Doge. Stay! Four and twenty hours
Will alter nothing which I have to say.
Chief of the Ten. Speak!
When I twice before reiterated
My wish to abdicate, it was refused me;
Renew this instance. I have sworn to die
According to my honor and my conscience-
I cannot break my oath.
Chief of the Ten. Reduce us not
To the alternative of a decree,
Instead of your compliance.
Prolongs my days to prove and chasten me;
But ye have no right to reproach my length
(Exit Attendant The whole republic; when the general will
Give it way;
Is maLifest, then you shall all be answer'd. The retribution of his wrongs !-Well, well;
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 duc reverence we retire. Mar.
Come with me! [Exeunt the Deputation, &c. Doge. Is he
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.
Bar. (to an Attendant.) Where is the Doge!
This instant retired hencs Perhaps you fain would be alone ?
With the illustrious lady his son's widow. Doge.
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 belored; 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.
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 and 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 onger.
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,
Yet hate has microscopic eyes) to you
I owe, by way of foil to the more zealous,
This undesired association in Mar.
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 proof