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Who dreaded to elect me, and have since
Mar. So I thought ! That were too human, also. But it was not Inhibited 2
Lor. It was not named.
Mar. (to the Doge). Then, father,
Surely you can obtain or grant me thus much :
And you, sir, not oppose my prayer to be
Doge. I will endeavour.
Mar. Pleasure what a word
Doge. Daughter, know you In what a presence you pronounce these things 2
Mar. A prince's and his subject's.
Mitr. It galls you : — well, you are his equal, as You think ; but that you are not, nor would be, Were he a peasant : — well, then, you're a prince, A princely noble; and what then am I?
Lor. The offspring of a noble house.
* [See ante. p. 203.]
- o blackest leaf, his heart, and blankest his brain.”
And you, signor 2 Lady :
To one as noble. What, or whose, then, is
Doge. And The deference due even to the lightest word That falls from those who rule in Venice.
Those maxims for your mass of scared mechanics,
Doge. You hear, she speaks wildly.
Mar. Not wisely, yet not wildly.
Lor. Lady words Utter'd within these walls I bear no further Than to the threshold, saving such as pass Between the Duke and me on the state's service. Doge I have you aught in answer?
Doge. Something from The Doge ; it may be also from a parent.
Lor. My mission here is to the Doge.
Lor. I remember mine. — Farewell
Mar. Are you content 7
Doge. All things are so to mortals; who can read them
Save he who made 7 or, if they can, the few
* [“Where hunger swallows all — where ever was
MS fe monarch who could bear a three days' fast 2"
Must sweat for his poor pittance, keeps all passions
Mar. These are things we cannot judge On earth. Doge. And how then shall we judge each other,
Who are all earth, and I, who am call'd upon
Mar. And Foscari ? I do not think of such things, So I be left with him.
Doge. You shall be so : Thus much they cannot well deny.
lsar. And if They should, I will fly with him.
Doge. That can ne'er be. And whither would you fly?
Mar. I know not, reck not.—
To Syria, Egypt, to the Ottoman —
Doge. What, wouldst thou have a renegade for And turn him into traitor 2
Mar. He is none :
Doge. I cannot Charge me with such a breach of faith. Mar. No ; thou
Observ'st, obey'st, such laws as make old Draco's
Doge. I found the law; I did not make it. Were I
Mar. Did they make it for The ruin of their children 2
Doge. Under such laws, Venice Has risen to what she is—a state to rival In deeds, and days, and sway, and, let me add, In glory (for we have had Roman spirits
Amongst us), all that history has bequeath'd
Mar. Rather say, Groan'd under the stern oligarchs. Doge. Perhaps so ;
But yet subdued the world: in such a state
Mar. This means that you are more a Loge than
Doge. It means, I am more citizen than either. If we had not for many centuries Had thousands of such citizens, and shall, I trust, have still such, Venice were no city.
Mar. Accursed be the city where the laws Would stifle nature's 1
Doge. Had I as many sons
Mar. And this is patriotism 2
Jac. Fos. (solus). No light, save yon faint gleam, which shows me walls Which never echo'd but to sorrow's sounds, The sigh of long imprisonment, the step Of feet on which the iron clank'd, the groan Of death, the imprecation of despair : And yet for this I have return'd to Venice, With some faint hope, 'tis true, that time, which wears The marble down, had worn away the hate Of men's hearts; but I knew thern not, and here Must I consume my own, which never beat For Venice but with such a yearning as - * the will itself denendent
Upon a storm, a straw, and both alike Leading to death.” – MS.]
scene I. THE TWO
Enter a Familiar of “the Ten.”3 Fam. I bring you food. Jac. Fos. I pray you set it down; I ain past hunger: but my lips are parch'd— The water 1 Fam. There. Jac. Fos. (after drinking). Ithank you:I am better. Fam. I am commanded to inform you that Your further trial is postponed. Jac. Fos. Till when 2 Film. I know not. — It is also in my orders That your illustrious lady be admitted. Jac. Fos. Ah they relent, then, – I had ceased to hope it: "Twas time.
Mar. My best beloved 1
Jac. Fos. (embracing her). My true wife, And only friend What happiness |
Mar. No more.
Jac. Fos. How I wouldst thou share a dungeon 7
Mar. 'T is
To darkness more than light, by lending to
I speak of thee!
Mar. Thy life is safe.
Jac. Fos. That has a noble sound; but 'tis a sound,
Mar. Alas! and this
Jac. Fos. That thought would scarcely aid me to
My doom is common, many are in dungeons,
after Giacopo had been tortured, he was removed to the IDucal apartments, not to one of the Pozzi ; that his death occurred, not at Venice, but at Canea ; that fifteen months elapsed between his last condemnation and his father's deposition ; and that the death of the Doge took place, not at th.e. go but in his own housc. – Venet. Sketches, vol. ii. p. 105.
* [“ of the familiar's torch, which seems to love
Darkness far more than light.”— MS.]
Our only day; for, save the gaoler's torch,
Mar. I will be with thee.
Jac. Fos. Ah if it were so : But that they never granted—nor will grant, And I shall be alone: no men — no books – Those lying likenesses of lying men. I ask'd for even those outlines of their kind, Which they term annals, history, what you will, Which men bequeath as portraits, and they were Refused me, – so these walls have been my study, More faithful pictures of Venetian story, With all their blank, or dismal stains, than is The Hall not far from hence, which bears on high Hundreds of doges, and their deeds and dates.
Mar. I come to tell thee the result of their Last council on thy doom.
Jac: Fos. I know it—look :
[He points to his limbs, as referring to the
Mar. No-no--no more of that: even they relent
From that atrocity.
Jac. Fos. What then 2
Marr. That you Return to Candia.
Jac. Fos. Then my last hope's gone.
I could endure my dungeon, for 'twas Venice;
Mar. And here 2
Jac. Fos. At once — by better means, as briefer. What would they even deny me my sires' sepulchre, As well as home and heritage 7
Mar. My husband : I have sued to accompany thee hence,
! [Persons condemned to solitary confinement generally, we are assured, become either madmen or idiots, as mind or matter happens to predominate, when the mysterious balance between them is destroyed. But they who are subjected to such a dreadful punishment are generally, like most per
trators of gross crimes, men of feeble internal resources. Men of talents, like Trenck, have been known, in the deepest seclusion, and most severe confinement, to battle the foul fiend melancholy, and to come off conquerors during a captivity of years. Those who suffer imprisonment for the sake of their country, or their religion, have yet a stronger support, and may exclaim, though in a different sense from that of Othello, - “. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul.” – SiR WALTER Scott.]
* In Lady Morgan's fearless and excellent work upon Italy, I perceive the expression of “Rome of the Ocean” applied to Venice. The same phrase occurs in the “Two Foscari.” My publisher can vouch for me, that the tragedy was written and sent to England some time before I had seen Lady Moran’s work, which I only received on the 16th of August. hasten, however, to notice the coincidence, and to yield the originality of the phrase to her who first placed it before the public. I am the more anxious to do this, as I am informed (for I have seen but few of the specimens, and those accidentally,) that there have been lately brought against me charges of plagiarism. [See post, note to the description of a shipwreck, DoN J cas, c. ii. s. xxiv.]
And not so hopelessly. This love of thine
Jac. Fos. Well I know how wretched :
Mar. And yet you see how from their banish
Before the Tartar into these salt isles,
Jac. Fos. Had I gone forth
Mar. Wherefore not * It was the lot of millions, and must be The fate of myriads more.
Jac. Fos. Ay — we but hear Of the survivors' toil in their new lands, Their numbers and success; but who can number The hearts which broke in silence of that parting, Or after their departure; of that malady 3 Which calls up green and native fields to view From the rough deep, with such identity To the poor exile's fever'd eye, that he Can scarcely be restrain'd from treading them 2 That melody", which out of tones and tunes Collects such pasture for the longing sorrow Of the sad mountaineer, when far away From his snow canopy of cliffs and clouds, That he feeds on the sweet, but poisonous thought, And dies. You call this weakness / It is strength,
* The calenture. — [A distemper peculiar to sailors in hot climates —
“So by a calenture misled
The mariner with rapture sees
On the smooth ocean's azure bed
With eager haste he longs to rove,
It must be some enchanted grove,
* Alluding to the Swiss air and its effects. – The Ranz des Paches, played upon the bag-pipe by the young cowkeepers on the mountains:– “An air,” says Rousseau, “ so dear to the Swiss, that it was forbidden, under the pain of death, to play it to the troops, as it immediately drew tears from them, and made those who heard it desert, or die of what is called la maladie du païs, so ardent a desire did it excite to return to their country. It is in vain to seek in this air for energetic accents capable of producing such astonishing effects, for which strangers are unable to account from the music, which is in itself uncouth and wild. But it is from habit, recollections, and a thousand circumstances, retraced in this tune by those natives who hear it, and reminding them of their country, former pleasures of their youth, and all their ways of living, which occasiou a bitter reflection at having lost them.")
scene I. THE TWO FOSCARI. 289 I say, -the parent of all honest feeling. Jac. Fos. Curse it not. If I am silent,
He who loves not his country, can love nothing.
Mur. Obey her, then : 'tis she that puts thee forth.
Jac. Fos. Ay, there it is: 'tis like a mother's curse Upon my soul — the mark is set upon me. The exiles you speak of went forth by nations, Their hands upheld each other by the way, Their tents were pitch'd together — I’m alone.
Mar. You shall be so no more —I will go with thee.
Jac. Fos. My best Marina : — and our children 2
Mar. They, I fear, by the prevention of the state's Abhorrent policy, (which holds all tics As threads, which may be broken at her pleasure,) Will not be suffer'd to proceed with us.
Jac. Fos. And canst thou leave them 2
Mar. Yes. With many a pang. But — I can leave them, children as they are, To teach you to be less a child. From this Learn you to sway your feelings, when exacted By dutics paramount ; and 'tis our first On earth to bear.
Mar. From tyrannous injustice, and enough To teach you not to shrink now from a lot, Which, as compared with what you have undergone Of late, is mercy.
Jac. Fos. Ah you never yet Were far away from Venice, never saw Her beautiful towers in the receding distance, While every furrow of the vessel's track Seem'd ploughing deep into your heart; you never Saw day go down upon your native spires So calmly with its gold and crimson glory, And after dreaming a disturbed vision Of them and theirs, awoke and found them not.
Mar. I will divide this with you. Let us think Of our departure from this much-loved city, (Since you must love it, as it seems,) and this Chamber of state, her gratitude allots you. Our children will be cared for by the Doge, And by my uncles: we must sail cre night. (father?
Jac. Fos. That's sudden. Shall I not behold my
Mar. You will.
Mar. Here, or in the ducal chamber— He said not which. I would that you could bear Your exile as he bears it.
Jac. Fos. Blame him not.
Mar. Accumulated |
Jac. Fos. That of leaving
Mar. That is true,
Have I not borne 2
Who dares accuse my country 2
Mar. Men and angels 1 The blood of myriads reeking up to heaven, The groans of slaves in chains, and men in dungeons, Mothers, and wives, and sons, and sires, and sub
Held in the bondage of ten bald-heads; and
Jac. Fos. Let us address us then, since so it must be, To our departure. Who comes here 2
Enter Lotted ANo, attended by Familiars. Lor. (to the Familiars). Itetire, But leave the torch. [Ereunt the two Familiars. Jue. Fos. Most welcome, noble signor. I did not deem this poor place could have drawn Such presence hither.
Lor. 'Tis not the first time I have visited these places. Mar. Nor would be
The last, were all men's merits well rewarded.
Lor. Neither are of my office, noble lady
Mar. That tenderness Has been anticipated : it is known.
Lor. As how 7
Mar. I have inform'd him, not so gently Doubtless, as your nice feelings would prescribe, The indulgence of your colleagues: but he knew it. If you come for our thanks, take them, and hence 1 The dungeon gloom is deep enough without you, And full of reptiles, not less loathsome, though Their sting is honester.