Mar. Nothing more easy. He partakes it nowAy, he may veil beneath a marble brow And sneering lip the pang, but he partakes it. A few brief words of truth shame the devil's servants No less than master; I have probed his soul A moment, as the eternal fire, ere long, Will reach it always. See how he shrinks from me! To scatter o'er his kind as he thinks fit: I have pierced him to the core of his cold heart. I care not for his frowns! We can but die, And he but live, for him the very worst Jac. Fos. This is mere insanity. Mar. It may be so; and who hath made us mad? Lor. Let her go on; it irks not me. Mar. That's false ! You came here to enjoy a heartless triumph Of cold looks upon manifold griefs! You came To be sued to in vain-to mark our tears, And hoard our groans-to gaze upon the wreck Which you have made a prince's son-my husband; In short, to trample on the fallen-an office The hangman shrinks from, as all men from him! How have you sped? We are wretched, signor, as Your plots could make, and vengeance could desire us, And how feel you? Lor. Ματ. As rocks. By thunder blasted: They feel not, but no less are shiver'd. Come, [If the two Foscari do nothing to defeat the machinations of their remorseless foe, Marina, the wife of the younger, at least revenges them, by letting loose the venom of her tongue Mar. I would that they beheld their father in A place which would not mingle fear with love, To freeze their young blood in its natural current. They have fed well, slept soft, and knew not that Their sire was a mere hunted outlaw. Well, I know his fate may one day be their heritage, But let it only be their heritage, And not their present fee. Their senses, though Alive to love, are yet awake to terror; And these vile damps, too, and yon thick green wave Sending its pestilence through every crevice, -and, most of all, As worthiest you, sir, noble Loredano! May breathe it without prejudice. In all things painful. If they're sick, they will Lor. The hour approaches, and the wind is fair. Jac. Fos. How know you that here, where the genial wind Ne'er blows in all its blustering freedom? Exchange of chains for heavier chains I owe him. Lor. Lor. (to the Familiar). Mar. Yes, light us on, as to a funeral pyre, The torch, there! Kind to relieve him from the cares of state. Age has no heart to break. Bar. In his countenance, I grant you, never; But I have seen him sometimes in a calm So desolate, that the most clamorous grief Had nought to envy him within. Where is he? Lor. In his own portion of the palace, with His son, and the whole race of Foscaris. Bar. Bidding farewell. Lor. Bid to his dukedom. Bar. A last. As soon he shall When embarks the son? Lor. Forthwith-when this long leave is taken. 'Tis Time to admonish them again. Bar. Retrench not from their moments. Lor. Forbear; Not I, now This day We have higher business for our own. Shall be the last of the old Doge's reign, As the first of his son's last banishment, And that is vengeance. Bar. And did not this shake your suspicion? Bar. But if this deposition should take place By our united influence in the Council, It must be done with all the deference So that the thing be done. You may, for aught Bar. What, if he will not? And make him null. I will be legislator in this business. Our powers are such. Bar. There is none, I tell you, But he has twice already Solicited permission to retire, And twice it was refused. [Exeunt. Lor. To grant it the third time. The better reason The impression of his former instances: If they were from his heart, he may be thankful: Come, they are met by this time; let us join them, Bar. Could I but be certain This is no prelude to such persecution I would support you. He is safe, I tell you; His fourscore years and five may linger on As long as he can drag them: 'tis his throne Alone is aim'd at. Mem. Being worth our lives If we divulge them, doubtless they are worth Something, at least to you or me. You ever were my dearest offspring, when Of your three goodly brothers, now in earth, A duty, paramount to every duty. Mar. My husband! let us on: this but prolongs Our sorrow. Jac. Fos. But we are not summon'd yet; The galley's sails are not unfurl'd: — who knows? The wind may change. The Bridge which few repass. O, ye elements ! Sen. Mem. I am silent. Why Thus hesitate? "The Ten" have call'd in aid Of their deliberation five and twenty Will nothing calm you? Never yet did mariner Jac. Fos. Put up to patron saint such prayers for prosperous Mar. And wish you this with me beside you? Let me go home. My son,' returns the Doge, Mastering his grief, if thou art indeed my son, Obey. Thy country wills it.'"'— ROGERS.] Of such support! But for myself alone, To appease the waves. The billow which destroys me Will be-But wherefore breaks it not? why live I? What is this to the things thou hast borne in silence Away! Triple, and tenfold torture! But you are right, It could avail thee! but no less thou hast it. Jac. Fos. I cannot wish them all they have inflicted. Mar. All! the consummate fiends! A thousand fold May the worm which ne'er dieth feed upon them! Jac. Fos. They may repent. Mar. And if they do, Heaven will not Accept the tardy penitence of demons. Enter an Officer and Guards. Offi. Signor the boat is at the shore-the wind Is rising-we are ready to attend you. Jac. Fos. And I to be attended. Once more, father, Your hand! Doge. Take it. Alas! how thine own trembles ! Jac. Fos. No-you mistake; 't is yours that shakes, my father. Offi. Hold thy peace, old man! -thou hast no son. We must remove the body. Mar. Touch it not, dungeon miscreants! your base office Ends with his life, and goes not beyond murder, Offi. Mar. And I must live! Doge. [Exit Officer. Your children live, Marina. Mar. My children! true- they live, and I must live To bring them up to serve the state, and die As died their father. Oh what best of blessings Were barrenness in Venice! Would my mother Had been so ? Enter LOREDANO and BARBARIGO. Lor. What's here? Mar. Ah! the devil come to insult the dead! Avaunt! Incarnate Lucifer! 'tis holy ground. A martyr's ashes now lie there, which make it Mar. (pointing to the Doge, who is still on the ground by his son's body). He's busy, look, About the business you provided for him. Now, I'm ready – Are ye content? My eyes swim strangely - where's the door? This edict. Bar. No-not now. Lor. Let him call up into life My sire and uncle-I consent. Men may Even aged men, be, or appear to be, Sires of a hundred sons, but cannot kindle An atom of their ancestors from earth. The victims are not equal: he has seen His sons expire by natural deaths, and I My sires by violent and mysterious maladies. I used no poison, bribed no subtle master Of the destructive art of healing, to Shorten the path to the eternal cure. His sous-and he had four-are dead, without My dabbling in vile drugs. And art thou sure Bar. Lo! there is the blood beginning To flow through the dead lips of FoscariThe body bleeds in presence of the assassin. And foreign traitor? Lor. : Even so when he, After the very night in which "the Ten" (Join'd with the Doge) decided his destruction, Met the great Duke at day-break with a jest, Demanding whether he should augur him "The good day or good night?" his Dogeship answer'd, "That he in truth had pass'd a night of vigil, In which (he added with a gracious smile), There often has been question about you.' 'T was true; the question was the death resolved Of Carmagnuola, eight months ere he died; And the old Doge, who knew him doom'd, smiled [hand on him With deadly cozenage, eight long months before- To him who took a city; and they gave A crown to him who saved a citizen In battle: the rewards are equal. Now, If we should measure forth the cities taken The feelings By the Doge Foscari, with citizens You have consented to Of private passion may not interrupt Bur. You have a son. I have and had a father. Destroy'd by him, or through him, the account An historica! fact. See Daru, tom. ii. |