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Memmo. It will only serve
Lored. And so the Council must break More to exasperate his judges.
up, and Justice Marina. What
Pause in her full career, because a woman Are judges who give way to anger? they Breaks in on our deliberations? Who do so are assassins. Give we way. Barb. No,
(Exit Marina. That's not the cause ; you saw the prisoner's Senator. Poor lady!
Upon the least renewal.
Barb. 'Tis vain to murmur; the majority [The officer passes over the stage In council were against you. with another person.
Lored. Thanks to you, sir, Memmo. I hardly
And the old ducal dotard, who combined Thought that the Ten had even this touch The worthy voices which o'erruled my own. of pity,
Barb. I am a judge ; but must confess Or would permit assistance to this sufferer.
Senator. Pity! Is 't pity to recal to feeling of our stern duty, which prescribes the The wretch too happy to escape to death question, By the compassionate trance, poor nature's And bids us sit and see its sharp infliction, last
Makes me wishResource against the tyranny of pain ? Lored. What ? Memmo. I marvel they condemn him not Barb. That You would sometimes feel, at once.
As I do always. Senator. That's not their policy: they'd Lored. Go to, you're a child, have him live,
Infirm of feeling as of purpose, blown Because he fears not death ; and banish him, About by every breath, shook by a sigh, Because all earth, except his native land, And melted by a tear--a precious judge To him is one wide prison, and each breath For Venice! and a worthy statesman to Of foreign air he draws seems a slow poison, Be partner in my policy ! Consuming but not killing.
Barb. He shed
Even with the crown of glory in his eye, Address'd to Milan's duke, in the full know- At such inhuman artifice of pain ledge
As was forced on him: but he did not cry That it would fall into the senate's hands, For pity; not a word nor groan escaped him, And thus he should be re-convey'd to Venice. And those two shrieks were not in suppliMemmo. But as a culprit.
cation, Senator. Yes, but to his country: But wrung from pangs, and follow'd by And that was all he sought, so he avouches.
no prayers. Memmo. The accusation of the bribes Lored. He mutter'd many times between was proved.
his teeth, Senator. Not clearly, and the charge of But inarticulately. homicide
Barb. That I heard not;
mercy, They ought to answer; for it is well known And were the first to call out for assistance That Almoro Donato, as I said,
When he was failing.
Barb. And have I not oft heard thee name The apparent crimes of the accused disclose- His and his father's death your nearest wish? But here come two of the Ten: let us Lored. If he dies innocent, that is to say, retire. (Excunt Memmo and Senator. With his guilt unavow'd, he'll be lamented.
Barb. What, wouldst thou slay his Enter LOREDANO and BARBARIGO.
memory? Barb. (addressing Loredano) That were Lored. Wouldst thou have
too much: believe me, 'twas not meet His state descend to his children, as it must, The trial should go further at this moment. I If he die uvattainted ?
Bard. War with them too?
Senator. Thus the act confirm'd Lored. With all their house, till theirs By you and by the Ten, gives peace to or mine are nothing.
Venice. Barb. And the deep agony of his pale wife, Doge. 'Tis long since she enjoy'd it: may And the repress'd convulsion of the high
it be And princely brow of his old father, which As long ere she resume her arms! Broke forth in a slight shuddering, though Senator. Tis almost rarely,
Thirty-four years of nearly ceaseless warfare Or in some clammy drops, soon wiped away With the Turk, or the powers of Italy; In stern serenity; these moved you not ?
The state had need of some repose.
[Exit Loredano. Doge. No donbt: He's silent in his hate, as Foscari
I found her Queen of Ocean, and I leave her Was in his suffering; and the poor wretch Lady of Lombardy: it is a comfort moved me
That I have added to her diadem More by his silence than a thousand outcries The gems of Brescia and Ravenna; Crema Could have effected. 'Twas a dreadful sight And Bergamo no less are hers; her realm When his distracted wife broke through into By land has grown by thus much in my 'The hall of our tribunal, and beheld
reign, What we could scarcely look upon,long used While her sea-sway has not shrunk. To such sights. I must think no more of Senator. "Tis most true, this,
And merits all our country's gratitude. Lest I forget in this compassion for Doge. Perhaps so. Our foes their former injuries, and lose Senator. Which should be made manifest. The hold of vengeance Loredano plans Doge. I have not complain'd, sir. For him and me; but mine would be content Senator. My good lord, forgive me. With-lesser retribution than he thirsts for, Doge. For what? And I would mitigate his deeper hatred Senator. My heart bleeds for you. To milder thoughts; but, for the present, Doge. For me, signor ? Foscari
Senator. And for your-
[Exit Barbarigo. Senator. What my lord ?
Doge. This prattle
Of things you know not: but the treaty's A CT II.
Return with it to them who sent you. SCENE 1.-A Hall in the DOGE's Palace.
Senator. I obey. I had in charge, too, The DogE and a SENATOR.
from the Council,
That you would fix an hour for their reSenator. Is it your pleasure to sign the
Doge. Say, when they will-now, even Now, or postpone it till to-morrow ?
at this moment, Doge. Now;
If it so please them: Iam the state's servant. I overlook`d it yesterday: it wants
Senator. They would accord some time Merely the signature. Give me the pen
for your repose. [The Doge sits down and signs the Doge. I have no repose, that is, none paper.
which shall cause There, signor.
The loss of an hour's time unto the state. Senator (looking at the paper). You have Let them meet when they will, I shall be forgot; it is not sign'd.
found Doge. Not sign’d? Ah, I perceive my Where I should be,and what I have been ever. eyes begin
[Exit Senator. To wax more weak with age. I did not see
[The Doge remains in silence. That I had dipp'd the pen without effect. Senator (dipping the pen into the ink,
Enter an Attendant.
Attendant. The illustrious lady Foscari Doge. Tis done, I thank you.
Requests an audience.
Doge. Bid her enter. Poor
Doge. That answer only shows you know Marina! (Exit Attendant.
not Venice. [The Doge remains in silence as before. Alas! how should you she knows not
herself, Enter MARINA.
In all her mystery. Hear me, they who alm Marina. I have ventured, father, on At Foscari, aim no less at his father; Your privacy.
The sire's destruction would not save the son; Doge. I have none from you, my child. They work by different means to the same Command my time, when not
commanded by end, The state.
And that is - but they have not conquer'd yet. Marina. I wish'd to speak to you of him. Marina. But they have crush’d. Doge. Your husband?
Doge. Nor crush'd as yet-I live. Marina. And your son.
Marina. And your son,-how long will Doge. Proceed, my daughter!
he live? Marina. I had obtained permission from Doge. I trust, the Ten
For all that yet is past, as many years To attend my husband for a limited number And happier than his father. The rash boy, Of hours.
With womanish impatience to return, Doge. You had so.
Hath ruin'd all by that detected letter; Marina. 'Tis revoked.
A high crime, which I neither can deny Doge. By whom?
Nor palliate, as parent or as Duke: Marina. The Ten. When we had Had he but borne a little, little longer
reach'd the Bridge of Sighs, His Candiote exile, I had hopes-he bas Which I prepared to pass with Foscari,
quench’d themThe gloomy guardian of that passage first He must return. Demurrd: a messenger was sent back to Marina. To exile? The Ten; but as the court no longer sate, Doge. I have said it. And no permission had been given in writing, Marina. And can I not go with him? I was thrust back, with the assurance that Doge. You well know Until that high tribunal re-assembled This prayer of yours was twice denied before The dungeon-walls must still divide us. By the assembled Ten, and hardly now Doge. True,
Will be accorded to a third request, The form has been omitted in the haste Since aggravated errors on the part With which the court adjourn'd, and till it of your lord render them still more austere. meets
Marina. Austere? Atrocious! The old "Tis dubious.
human fiends, Marina. Till it meets! and when it meets, with one foot in the grave, with dim eyes, They'll torture him again; and he and I
strange Must purchase by renewal of the rack To tears save drops of dotage, with long The interview of husband and of wife,
white The holiest tie beneath the heavens? – Oh And scanty hairs, and shaking hands, and God!
heads Dost thou see this?
As palsied as their hearts are hard, they Doge. Child-child
council, Marina (abruptly). Call me not child! Cabal, and put men's lives out, as if life You soon will have no children-you deserve Were no more than the feelings long
extinguish'd You, who can talk thus calmly of a son in their accursed bosoms. In circumstances which would call forth Doge. You know nottears
Marina. I do—I do-and so should you, Of blood from Spartans! Though these did methinks not weep
That these are demons: could it be else that Their boys who died in battle, is it written Men, who have been of women born and That they beheld them perish piecemeal, nor suckledStretch'd forth a hand to save them ? Who have loved, or talk'd at least of loveDoge. You behold me:
have given I cannot weep-I would I could; but if Their hands in sacred vows- have danced Each white hair on this head were a young their babes life,
Upon their knees, perhaps have mourn'd This ducal cap the diadem of earth,
above them This ducal ring with which I wed the waves In pain, in peril, or in death-who are, A talisman to still them-I'd give all Or were at least in seeming human, could For him.
Do as they have done by yours, and you Marina With less he surely might be yourself, saved.
You, who abet them?
Doge. I forgive this, for
For what he suffers, not for what he did. You know not what you say.
'Tis ye who are all traitors, tyrant!-ye! Marina. You know it well,
Did you but love your country like this And feel it nothing.
victim, Doge. I have borne so much,
Who totters back in chains to tortures, and That words have ceased to shake me. Submits to all things rather than to exile, Marina. Oh, no doubt!
You'd fling yourselves before him, and You have seen your son's blood flow, and implore your flesh shook not;
His grace for your enormous guilt And, after that, what are a woman's words? Doge. He was No more than woman's tears, that they Indeed all you have said. I better borc should shake you.
The deaths of the two sons Heaven took Doge. Woman, this clamorous grief of
from me thine, I tell thee,
Than Jacopo's disgrace. Is no more in the balance weigh'd with that Marina. That word again? Which- but I pity thee, my poor Marina ! Doge. Has he not been condemn'd? Marina. Pity my husband, or I cast it
Marina. Is none but guilt so? from me;
Doge. Time may restore his memoryPity thy son! Thou pity!--'tis a word
I would hope so. Strange to thy heart -- how came it on thy He was my pride, my-but 'tis useless nowlips?
I am not given to tears, but wept for joy Doge. 'I must bear these reproaches, When he was born: those drops were though they wrong me.
ominous. Couldst thvn but read
Marina. I say he's innocent: and were Marina. Tis not upon thy brow,
he not so, Nor in thine eyes, nor in thine acts, - where Is our own blood and kin to shrink from us then
In fatal moments ?
Doge (pointing downwards). There ! But I have other duties than a father's;
The state would not dispense me from those Doge. To which I am tending: when
duties; It lies upon this heart, far lightlier, though Twice I demanded it, but was refused; Loaded with marble, than the thoughts They must then be fulfillid. which press it
Enter an Attendant.
Attendant. A message from
Doge. Who bears it?
Doge. He!-but admit him.
[Erit Attendant. fit one
Marina. Must I then retire? To mingle with my name; that name shall be, Doge. Perhaps it is not requisite, if this As far as I have borne it, what it was Concerns your husband, and if not-Well, When I received it.
signor, Marina. But for the poor children
Your pleasure! [To Loredano entering. Of him thou canst not, or thou wilt not save:
Lored. I bear that of the Ten. You were the last to bear it.
Doge. They Doge. Would it were so !
Have chosen well their envoy. Better for him he never had been born,
Lored. Tis their choice Better for me. I have seen our house dis- Which leads me here. honour'd.
Doge. It does their wisdom honour, Marina. That's false! A truer, nobler, And no less to their courtesy.- Proceed. trustier heart,
Lored. We have decided. More loving, or more loyal, never beat Doge. We? Within a human breast. I would not change Lored. The Ten in council. My exiled, persecuted, mangled husband, Doge. What! have they met again, and Oppress’d but not disgraced, crush'd, over
met without whelm'd,
Apprizing me? Alive, or dead, for prince or paladin Lored. They wish'd to spare your In story or in fable, with a world
feelings, To back his suit. Dishonour'd!-he dis. No less than age. honour'd!
Doge. That's new -- when spared they I tell thee, Doge, 'tis Venice is dishonour'd;
either ? His name shall be her foulest, worstreproach, I thank them, notwithstanding.
Lored. You know well
In blood, in mind, in means; and that they That they have power to act at their dis
Who dreaded to elect me, and have since With or without the presence of the Doge. Striven all they dare to weigh me down: Doge. 'Tis some years since I learn'd
be sure, this, long before
Before or since that period, had I held you I became Doge, or dream'd of such advance- At so much price as to require your absence, ment.
A word of mine had set such spirits to work You need not school me, signor : I sate in As would have made you nothing. But in That council when you' were a young
all things patrician.
I have observed the strictest reverence; Lored. True, in my father's time; I have Not for the laws alone, for those you have heard him and
strain'd The admiral, his brother, say as much. (1 do not speak of you but as a single Your Highness may remember them: they Voice of the many) somewhat beyond what both
I could enforce for my authority Died suddenly.
Were I disposed to brawl; but, as I said, Doge. And if they did so, better I have observed with veneration, like So die than live on lingeringly in pain. A priest's for the high altar, even unto Lored. No doubt! yet most men like The sacrifice of my own blood and quiet, to live their days ont.
Safety, and all save honour, the decrees, Doge. And did not they ?
The health, the pride, and welfare of the Lored. The grave knows best: they died,
state. As I said, suddenly.
And now, sir, to your business. Doge. Is that so strange
Lored. Tis decreed, That you repeat the word emphatically? That, without farther repetition of Lored. So far from strange, that never The question, or continuance of the trial, was there death
Which only tends to show how stubborn In my mind half so natural as theirs.
guilt is Think you not so?
The Ten, dispensing with the stricter law Doge. What should I think of mortals? Which still prescribes the question till a full Lored. That they have mortal focs. Confession, and the prisoner partly having Doge. . I understand you;
Avow'd his crime in not denying that Your sires were mine, and you are heir The letter to the Duke of Milan 's his – in all things.
James Foscari return to banishment, Lored. You best know if I should be 80. And sail in the same galley which convey'd Doge. I do.
him. Your fathers were my foes, and I have heard Marina. Thank God! At least they will Foul rumours were abroad; I have also read not drag bim more Their epitaph, attributing their deaths Before that horrible tribunal. Would he To poison. 'Tis perhaps as true as most But think so, to my mind the happiest Inscriptions upon tombs, and yet no less
doom, A fable.
Not he alone, but all who dwell here, could Lored. Who dares say so ?
Desire, were to escape from such a land. Doge. I!- 'Tis true
Doge. That is not a Venetian thought, Your fathers were mine enemies, as bitter my daughter. As their con e'er can be, and I no less Marina. No, 'twas too human. May I Was theirs; but I was openly their foe:
share his exile? I never work’d by plot in council, nor Lored. Or this the Ten said nothing. Cabal in commonwealth, nor secret means Marina. So I thought : Of practice against life by steel or drug. That were too human, also. But it was not The proof is, your existence.
Inhibited ? Lored. I fear not.
Lored. It was not named. Doge. You have no cause, being what Marina (to the Doge). Then, father, I am; but were I
Surely you can obtain or grant me thus much: That you would have me thought, you
[To Loredano. long ere now
And you, sir, not oppose my prayer to be Were past the sense of fear. Hate on; 1 Permitted to accompany my husband. care not.
Doge. I will endeavour.
'Tis not for me to anticipate the pleasure Doge. But I, good signor,
Of the tribunal. Am, or at least was, more than a
Marina. Pleasure! what a word duke,
To use for the decrees of