A Gradenigo or a Foscari;

Enter ANTONIO and other armed Domestics, who seize BERTRAM.

Lioni (continues).

Take care
He hath no harm; bring me my sword and cloak;
And man the gondola with four oars- quick-
[Exit ANTONIO.

We will unto Giovanni Gradenigo's,
And send for Marc Cornaro; — fear not, Bertram ;
This needful violence is for thy safety,
No less than for the general weal.
Ber.

Bear me a prisoner ?

Where wouldst thou

The die is thrown; but for a warlike service,
Done in the field, commend me to my peasants :
They made the sun shine through the host of Huns
When sallow burghers slunk back to their tents,
And cower'd to hear their own victorious trumpet.
If there be small resistance, you will find
These citizens all lions, like their standard;
But if there's much to do, you'll wish, with me,
A band of iron rustics at our backs.

Ber. F. Thus thinking, I must marvel you resolve To strike the blow so suddenly.

Must be struck suddenly or never. When

I had o'ermaster'd the weak false remorse
Which yearn'd about my heart, too fondly yielding
A moment to the feelings of old days,

I was most fain to strike; and, firstly, that

I might not yield again to such emotions;
And, secondly, because of all these men,
Save Israel and Philip Calendaro,

I know not well the courage or the faith:
To-day might find 'mongst them a traitor to us,
As yesterday a thousand to the senate;
But once in, with their hilts hot in their hands,
They must on for their own sakes; one stroke struck,
And the mere instinct of the first-born Cain,
Which ever lurks somewhere in human hearts,
Though circumstance may keep it in abeyance,
Will urge the rest on like to wolves; the sight
Of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more,
As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel;
And you will find a harder task to quell
Than urge them when they have commenced, but till
That moment, a mere voice, a straw, a shadow,
Are capable of turning them aside. —
How goes the night?

Ber. F.

By this time they are;
But they have orders not to strike, until
They have command from you through me in person.
Doge. 'Tis well.-Will the morn never put to rest
These stars which twinkle yet o'er all the heavens ?
I am settled and bound up, and being so,
The very effort which it cost me to

Resolve to cleanse this conimonwealth with fire,
Now leaves my mind more steady. I have wept,
And trembled at the thought of this dread duty;
But now I have put down all idle passion,
And look the growing tempest in the face,

As doth the pilot of an admiral galley:

Yet (wouldst thou think it, kinsman ?) it hath been
A greater struggle to me, than when nations
Beheld their fate merged in the approaching fight,
Where I was leader of a phalanx, where
Thousands were sure to perish-Yes, to spill
The rank polluted current from the veins
Of a few bloated despots needed more

To steel me to a purpose such as made Timoleon immortal, than to face

The toils and dangers of a life of war.

Ber. F. It gladdens me to see your former wisdom Subdue the furies which so wrung you ere You were decided.

It was ever thus

Doge. With me; the hour of agitation came In the first glimmerings of a purpose, when Passion had too much room to sway; but in The hour of action I have stood as calm As were the dead who lay around me: this They knew who made me what I am, and trusted To the subduing power which I preserved Over my mood, when its first burst was spent. But they were not aware that there are things Which make revenge a virtue by reflection, And not an impulse of mere anger; though The laws sleep, justice wakes, and injured souls Oft do a public right with private wrong, And justify their deeds unto themselves. Methinks the day breaks-is it not so? look, Thine eyes are clear with youth; the air puts on A morning freshness, and, at least to me, The sea looks greyer through the lattice. Ber. F.

-

The morn is dappling in the sky. 1 Doge.

True,

Away then! See that they strike without delay, and with The first toll from St. Mark's, march on the palace With all our house's strength: here I will meet

Glut the more careless swords of those leagued with us.
Remember that the cry is still "Saint Mark!
The Genoese are come-ho! to the rescue!
Saint Mark and Liberty!"-Now- now to action!
Ber. F. Farewell then, noble uncle! we will mect

In freedom and true sovereignty, or never!

Doge. Come hither, my Bertuccio - one embraceSpeed, for the day grows broader-Send me soon A messenger to tell me how all goes

When you rejoin our troops, and then sound-sound The storm-bell from Saint Mark's!

[Exit BERTUCCIO FALIERO.

He is

gone,

2

Doge (solus). And on each footstep moves a life. 'Tis done. Now the destroying angel hovers o'er Venice, and pauses ere he pours the vial, Even as the eagle overlooks his prey, And for a moment, poised in middle air, Suspends the motion of his mighty wings, Then swoops with his unerring beak. That slowly walk'st the waters! march-march on I would not smite i' the dark, but rather see That no stroke errs. And you, ye blue sea-waves !

1

Thou day!

["The night is clearing from the sky."— MS.] [At last the moment arrives when the bell is to be sounded, and the whole of the conspiring bands are watching in impatience for the signal. The nephew of the Doge, and the heir of his house (for he is childless), leaves Faliero in his palace, and goes to strike with his own hand the fatal summous. The Doge is left alone; and English poetry, we think, contains few passages superior to that which follows. -LOCKHART.]

I have seen you dyed ere now, and deeply too, With Genoese, Saracen, and Hunnish gore, While that of Venice flow'd too, but victorious; Now thou must wear an unmix'd crimson; no Barbaric blood can reconcile us now

Unto that horrible incarnadine,

But friend or foe will roll in civic slaughter.
And have I lived to fourscore years for this?
I, who was named Preserver of the City?
I, at whose name the million's caps were flung
Into the air, and cries from tens of thousands
Rose up, imploring Heaven to send me blessings,
And fame, and length of days-to see this day?
But this day, black within the calendar,
Shall be succeeded by a bright millennium.
Doge Dandolo survived to ninety summers
To vanquish empires, and refuse their crown;
I will resign a crown, and make the state
Renew its freedom- but oh ! by what means ?
The noble end must justify them— What
Are a few drops of human blood? 'tis false,
The blood of tyrants is not human; they,
Like to incarnate Molochs, feed on ours,
Until 'tis time to give them to the tombs
Which they have made so populous. —Oh world!
Oh men! what are ye, and our best designs,
That we must work by crime to punish crime?
And slay as if Death had but this one gate,
When a few years would make the sword superfluous ?
And I, upon the verge of th' unknown realm,
Yet send so many heralds on before me? —
I must not ponder this.

[4 pause.

Hark! was there not
A murmur as of distant voices, and
The tramp of feet in martial unison?
What phantoms even of sound our wishes raise!
It cannot be—the signal hath not rung-
Why pauses it? My nephew's messenger
Should be upon his way to me, and he
Himself perhaps even now draws grating back
Upon its ponderous hinge the steep tower portal,
Where swings the sullen huge oracular bell, 3
Which never knells but for a princely death,
Or for a state in peril, pealing forth
Tremendous bodements; let it do its office,
And be this peal its awfullest and last.

Sound till the strong tower rock!- What! silent

still ?

I would go forth, but that my post is here,

To be the centre of re-union to

The oft discordant elements which form
Leagues of this nature, and to keep compact
The wavering of the weak, in case of conflict;
For if they should do battle, 't will be here,
Within the palace, that the strife will thicken:
Then here must be my station, as becomes

The master-mover. -- Hark! he comes- he comes,
My nephew, brave Bertuccio's messenger. —
What tidings? Is he marching? hath he sped? —
They here!-all's lost-yet will I make an effort. 4

Enter a SIGNOR OF THE NIGHT', with Guards,
&c. &c.

Sig. Doge, I arrest thee of high treason!
Doge.

Me! Thy prince, of treason? - Who are they that dare Cloak their own treason under such an order?

Sig. (showing his order). Behold my order from the assembled Ten.

Doge. And where are they, and why assembled ? no Such council can be lawful, till the prince Preside there, and that duty's mine: on thine I charge thee, give me way, or marshal me To the council chamber.

Sig.

Duke! it may not be : Nor are they in the wonted Hall of Council, But sitting in the convent of Saint Saviour's. Doge. You dare to disobey me, then? Sig. I serve The state, and needs must serve it faithfully; My warrant is the will of those who rule it.

Doge. And till that warrant has my signature

It is illegal, and, as now applied,

Rebellious-Hast thou weigh'd well thy life's worth,
That thus you dare assume a lawless function ? 2
Sig. 'Tis not my office to reply, but act —

The bloodhound mob on their patrician prey—
The knell hath rung, but it is not the senate's !
Doge (after a pause). All 's silent, and all 's lost!
Sig.
Now, Doge, denounce me

Peace, thou thing!

As rebel slave of a revolted council!
Have I not done my duty ?
Doge.
Thou hast done a worthy deed, and earn'd the price
Of blood, and they who use thee will reward thee.
But thou wert sent to watch and not to prate,
As thou saidst even now-then do thine office,
But let it be in silence, as behoves thee,
Since, though thy prisoner, I am thy prince.
Sig. I did not mean to fail in the respect
Due to your rank: in this I shall obey you.
Doge (aside). There now is nothing left me save
to die;

And yet how near success! I would have fallen,
And proudly, in the hour of triumph, but
To miss it thus !

1st Sig. Are all the passes Which lead up to the palace well secured? 2d Sig. They are- besides, it matters not; the Are all in chains, and some even now on trialTheir followers are dispersed, and many taken. Ber. F. Uncle ! Doge. It is in vain to war with Fortune; The Glory hath departed from our house. Ber. F. Who would have deem'd it?-Ah! one [of ages;

moment sooner!

Doge. That moment would have changed the face This gives us to eternity-We'll meet it As men whose triumph is not in success, But who can make their own minds all in all, Equal to every fortune. Droop not, 'tis But a brief passage—I would go alone, Yet if they send us, as 't is like, together, Let us go worthy of our sires and selves. Ber. F. I shall not shame you, uncle. 1st Sig. Lords, our orders Are to keep guard on both in separate chambers, Until the council call ye to your trial.

Doge. Our trial! will they keep their mockery up Even to the last ? but let them deal upon us, As we had dealt on them, but with less pomp. 'Tis but a game of mutual homicides, Who have cast lots for the first death, and they Have won with false dice. Who hath been our Judas?

1st Sig. I am not warranted to answer that. Ber. F. I'll answer for thee-'t is a certain Bertram, Even now deposing to the secret giunta. [tools

Doge. Bertram the Bergamask! With what vile We operate to slay or save! This creature, Black with a double treason, now will earn Rewards and honours, and be stamp'd in story With the geese in the Capitol, which gabbled

Alas!

The Chief of the Ten, BENINTENDE. 3
Ben. There now rests, after such conviction of
Their manifold and manifest offences,
But to pronounce on these obdurate men
The sentence of the law:-a grievous task
To those who hear, and those who speak.
That it should fall to me! and that my days
Of office should be stigmatised through all
The years of coming time, as bearing record
To this most foul and complicated treason
Against a just and free state, known to all
The earth as being the Christian bulwark 'gainst
The Saracen and the schismatic Greek,

The savage Hun, and not less barbarous Frank;
A city which has open'd India's wealth
To Europe; the last Roman refuge from
O'erwhelming Attila; the ocean's queen;
Proud Genoa's prouder rival! 'Tis to sap
The throne of such a city, these lost men
Have risk'd and forfeited their worthless lives-
So let them die the death.

I. Ber. So my life grows: I Was bred a soldier, not a senator.

Ben. Perhaps you think by this blunt brevity To brave your judges to postpone the sentence? I. Ber. Do you be brief as I am, and believe me,

I shall prefer that mercy to your pardon.

Ben. Is this your sole reply to the tribunal ?

I. Ber. Go, ask your racks what they have wrung from us,

Or place us there again; we have still some blood left, And some slight sense of pain in these wrench'd limbs :

But this ye dare not do; for if we die there
And you have left us little life to spend
Upon your engines, gorged with pangs already —
Ye lose the public spectacle, with which
You would appal your slaves to further slavery !
Groans are not words, nor agony assent,
Nor affirmation truth, if nature's sense
Should overcome the soul into a lie,
For a short respite-must we bear or die?
Ben. Say, who were your accomplices?
I. Ber.

Ben. What do you mean?
I. Ber.

The Senate!

Ask of the suffering people,

And you, too, Philip Calendaro, what
Have you to say why you should not be doom'd?
Cal. I never was a man of many words,
And now have few left worth the utterance.
Ben. A further application of yon engine
May change your tone.

Cal.

Most true, it will do so;

A former application did so; but

It will not change my words, or, if it did—

Ben. What then?

Cal.

Stand good in law? Ben.

Will my avowal on yon rack

Assuredly.

brought in his part is very forcibly written throughout. JEFFREY.]

["In the notes to Marino Faliero, it may be as well to say that Benintende was not really of the Ten, but merely Grand Chancellor - a separate office, though an important one. It was an arbitrary alteration of mine.' - Byron Letters.]

Cal. Whoe'er The culprit be whom I accuse of treason?

Ben. Without doubt, he will be brought up to trial. Cal. And on this testimony would he perish? Ben. So your confession be detail'd and full, He will stand here in peril of his life.

Cal. Then look well to thy proud self, President! For by the eternity which yawns before me, I swear that thou, and only thou, shalt be The traitor I denounce upon that rack, If I be stretch'd there for the second time.

One of the Giunta. Lord President, 't were best proceed to judgment;

There is no more to be drawn from these men.

Cal.

What! must we Not even say farewell to some foud friend, Nor leave a last word with our confessor ?

Ben. A priest is waiting in the antechamber; But, for your friends, such interviews would be Painful to them, and useless all to you.

Cal. I knew that we were gagg'd in life; at least All those who had not heart to risk their lives Upon their open thoughts; but still I deem'd That in the last few moments, the same idle Freedom of speech accorded to the dying, Would not now be denied to us; but since

I. Ber. Even let them have their way, brave Calendaro!

What matter a few syllables? let's die

Without the slightest show of favour from them;

So shall our blood more readily arise

To Heaven against them, and more testify
To their atrocities, than could a volume
Spoken or written of our dying words!
They tremble at our voices-nay, they dread
Our very silence- let them live in fear! —
Leave them unto their thoughts, and let us now
Address our own above! - Lead on; we are ready.

1 "Giovedi grasso"-" fat or greasy Thursday," which I cannot literally translate in the text, was the day.

2 Historical fact. See Sanuto, APPENDIX: Marino Faliero, Note A.

3 ["I know what Foscolo means, about Calendaro's spitting at Bertram; that's national - the objection, I mean. The Italians and French, with those flags of abomination' their pocket handkerchiefs, spit there, and here, and every where else-in your face almost, and therefore object to it on the stage as too familiar But we who spit nowhere- but in a man's face when we grow savage-are not likely to feel this. Remember Massinger, and Kean's Sir Giles Overreach —

Lord! thus I spit at thee and at thy counsel ! ' Besides, Calendaro does not spit in Bertram's face; he spits at him, as I have seen the Mussulmans do upon the ground when

What brooks it now to ponder upon this.

Bert. Alas! I fain you died in peace with me;
I did not seek this task; 't was forced upon me:
Say, you forgive me, though I never can
Retrieve my own forgiveness—frown not thus !
I. Ber. I die and pardon thee !

Cal. (spitting at him). 3 I die and scorn thee !
[Exeunt ISRAEL BERTUCCIO and PHILIP
CALENDARO, Guards, &c.

Ben. Now that these criminals have been disposed of, "T is time that we proceed to pass our sentence Upon the greatest traitor upon record

In any annals, the Doge Faliero !

The proofs and process are complete; the time
And crime require a quick procedure: shall
He now be call'd in to receive the award ?
The Giunta. Ay, ay.

Ben. Avogadori, order that the Doge
Be brought before the council.

Have been disposed of. Some have fled to Chiozza;
But there are thousands in pursuit of them,
And such precaution ta'en on terra firma,

As well as in the islands, that we hope
None will escape to utter in strange lands
His libellous tale of treasons 'gainst the senate.

Enter the DOGE as Prisoner, with Guards, &c. &c.
Ben. Doge- for such still you are, and by the law
Must be consider'd, till the hour shall come
When you must doff the ducal bonnet from
That head, which could not wear a crown more noble
Than empires can confer, in quiet honour,

But it must plot to overthrow your peers,

Who made you what you are, and quench in blood

A city's glory -we have laid already

Before you in your chamber at full length,

By the Avogadori, all the proofs

Which have appear'd against you; and more ample Ne'er rear'd their sanguinary shadows to

they are in a rage. Again, he does not in fact despise Bertram, though he affects it, as we all do, when angry with one we think our inferior. He is angry at not being allowed to die in his own way (although not afraid of death); and recollect Bertuccio, on the other hand, is a cooler and more concenthat he suspected and hated Bertram from the first. Israel trated fellow he acts upon principle and impulse; Calendaro upon impulse and example. So there's argument for you. — The Doge repeats; - true, but it is from engrossing passion, and because he sees different persons, and is always speeches are long;'- true, but I wrote for the closet, and on obliged to recur to the cause uppermost in his mind. His the French and Italian model rather than yours, which I think not very highly of, for all your old dramatists, who are long enough too, God knows: look into any of them.” Byron Letters.]