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In this brief parley, and must now redeem it Which howl'd about my Candiote dungeon, and Within the Council Chamber. [Exit BARBARIGO. Made my heart sick. [Guard conducting JACOPO FOSCARI to the Guard.

I see the colour comes window.

Back to your cheek : Heaven send you strength to Guard. There, sir, 't is

bear Open-How feei you?

What more may be imposed !—I dread to think on't. Jac. Fos.

Like a boy-Oh Venice! Jac. Fos. They will not banish me again ?-NoGuard. And your limbs ?

Let them wring on; I am strong yet.

[no, Jac. Fos. Limbs! how often have they borne me Guard.

Confess, Bounding o'er yon blue tide, as I have skimm'd And the rack will be spared you. The gondola along in childish race,

Jac. Fos.

I confess'd And masqued as a young gondolier, amidst Once-Iwice before : both times they esiled me. My gay competitors, noble as I,

Guard. And the third time will slay you. Raced for our pleasure, in the pride of strength; Jac. Fos.

Let them do so. While the fair populace of crowding beauties,

So I be buried in my birth-place: better Plebeian as patrician, cheer'd us on

Be ashes here than aught that lives elsewhere. With dazzling smiles, and wishes audible,

Guard. And can you so much love the soil which And waving kerchiefs, and applauding hands,

hates you? Even to the goal !-How many a time have I

Jac. Fos. The soil!-Oh no, it is the seed of the
Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring, Which persecutes me; but my native earth (soil
The wave all roughend ; with a swimmer's stroke Will take me as a mother to her arms.
Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair, 11 ask no more than a Venetian grave,
And laughing from my lip the audacious brine, A dungeon, what they will, so it be here. (2)
Which kiss'd it like a wine-cup, rising o'er

Enter un Officer.
The waves as they arose, and prouder still
The loftier they uplifted me; and oft,

offi. Bring in the prisoner! In wantonness of spirit, plunging down


Signor, you hear the order. Into their green and glassy gulfs, and making Jac. Fos. Ay, I am used to such a summons; it is My way to shells and sea-weed, all unseen The third time they have tortured me:-then lend me By those above, till they wax'd fearful; then

Thine arm.

[To the Guard.
Returning with my grasp full of such tokens offi. Take mine, sir; 'l is my duty to
As show'd that I had search'd the deep: ex ulling, Be nearest to your person.
With a far-dashing stroke, and drawing deep Jac. Fos.

You!-you are he
The long-suspended breath, again I spurn'd Who yesterday presided o'er my pangs-
The foam which broke around me, and pursued Away!--1'll walk alone.
My track like a sea-bird. I was a boy then. (1) Offi.

As you please, signor;
Guard. Be a man now: there never was more need the sentence was not of my signing, but
Of manhood's strength.

[tiful, my own, I dared not disobey the Council when Jac. Fos. (looking from the lattice.) My beau- They-My only Venicethis is breath! Thy breeze, Jac. Fos. Bade thee stretch me on their horrid Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face!

engine. Thy very winds feel native to my veins,

I pray thee touch me not-that is, just now; And cool them into calmness! How unlike The time will come they will renew that order, The hot gales of the horrid Cyclades,

But keep off from me till 't is issued. As

(1) “This speech of Jacopo from the window, while describing and that the colour which, when delected, he endeavoured to give ibe amusements of his youth, is written with a full feeling of the to the transaction, was the evasion of a drowning man, who is objects which it paints.” Heber.

reduced to catch at straws and shadows. But, if Lord Byron "The exulling sadness with which Jacopo Foscari looks from chose to assume this alleged molive of his conduct as the real the window on the Adriatic, is Byron himself recalling his en one, it behoved him, at least, to set before our eyes the inlolejoymeat of the sea.Gall.

rable separation from a beloved country, the lingering home(?) “And the hero bimself, wbat is he? If there ever existed sickness, the gradual alienation of intellect, and the fruitless hope in nature a case so extraordinary as that of a man who gravely that his enemies had at length relented, which were necessary preserred tortures and a dungeon at home, lo a temporary resi- 10 produce a conduct so contrary to all usual principles of action dence in a beautiful island and a fine climate, at the distance of as ihal which again consigned him to the racks and dungeons of three days' sail, it is what few can be made to believe, and still his own country. He should have shown him lo us, firsi, laking sewer to sympathise with ; and which is, therefore, no very pro leave of Venice, a condemned and banished man; next pining in mising subject for dramatic representation. For ourselves, we Candia; next tampering with the agents of government; by wbich have little doubt that Foscari wrote the fatal letter with the time, and not till then, we should have been prepared to listen view, which was imputed to him by his accusers, of obtaining with patience to his complaints, and to witness his sufferings with an honourable recall from banishment, ibrough foreign influence; interest as well as horror." Heber.

He is,

Mem. I look upon thy hands my curdling limbs

Most noble lady, Quiver with the anticipated wrenching,

Command us. And the cold drops strain through my brow, as if

Mar. I command!Alas! my life But onward-I have borne it-I can bear it. Has been one long entreaty, and a vain one. How looks my father ?

Mem. I understand thee, but I must not answer. offi.

With his wonted aspect. Mar. (fiercely.) True,-none dare answer here, Jac. Fos. So does the earth, and sky, the blue of

save on the rack, ocean,

Or question save thoseThe brightness of our city, and her domes,

Mem. (interrupting her.) High-born dame! (1) The mirth of her Piazza ; even now

bethink thee Its merry hum of nations pierces here,

Where thou now art. Even here, into these chambers of the unknown


Where I now am - It was Who govern, and theunknown and the unnumber'd My husband's father's palace. Judged and destroy'd in silence,-all things wear Mem.

The Duke's palace. The self-same aspect, to my very sire!

Mar. And his son's prison ;-rue, I have not Nothing can sympathise with Foscari.

forgot it; Not even a Foscari.-Sir, I attend you.

Anil, if there were no other nearer bilterer
[Exeunt Jacopo Foscari, Officer, etc. Remembrances, would thank the illustrious Memmo

For pointing out the pleasures of the place.
Enter Memmo and another Senator.

Mem. Be calm!
Mem. He's gone-we are too late :-think you

Mar. (looking up towards heaven.) I am; but “the Ten"

oh, thou elernal God! Will sit for any length of time to-day?

Canst thou continue so, with such a world ? Sen. They say the prisoner is most obdurate,

Mem. Thy husband yet may be absolved.

Persisting in his first avowal; but
More I know not.

In heaven. I pray you, signor senator,
And that is much; the secrets

Speak not of that; you are a man of office,
Of yon terrific chamber are as hidden

So is the Doge; he has a son at stake From us, the premier nobles of the stale,

Now, at this moment, and I have a husband, As from the people.

Or had ; they are there within, or were at least Sen. Save the wonted rumours,

An hour since, face to face, as judge and culprit: Which--like the tales of spectres, that are rife

Will he condemn him? Near ruin'd buildings never have been proved,


I trust not. Nor wholly disbelieved: men know as little


But if Of the state's real acts as of the grave's

He does not, there are those who will sentence both. Unfathom'd mysteries.

Mem. They can. em.

But with length of time Mar. And with them power and will are one We gain a step in knowledge, and I look

In wickedness :—my husband's lost! Forward one day to be one of the decemvirs.

Sen. Or Doge?

Justice is judge in Venice.
Why, no; not if I can avoid it.


If it were so, Sen. 'Tis the first station of the state, and may

There now would be no Venice. But let it Be lawfully desired, and lawfully

Live on, so the good die not, till the hour Attain'd by noble aspirants.

Of nature's summons; but “the Ten’s” is quicker, Mein.

To such

And we must wait on't. Ah! a voice of wail! I leave it; though born noble, my ambition

[A faint cry within. Is limited : I'd rather be a unit

Sen. Hark! Of a united and imperial “Ten,"

Mem. Than shine a lonely, though a gilded, cipher.

'Twas a cry of Whom have we here ? the wife of Foscari ?


No, no; not my husband's

Not Foscari's. Enter MARINA, with a female Attendant.

Mem. The voice wasMar. What, no one!-I am wrong, there still are Mar.

Not his : no. But they are senators.

(two; He shriek ! No; that should be his father's part,

Not so ;

(1) She was a Contarini

• A daughter of the house that, now among
Its ancestors in monumental brass
Numbers eight Doges." – Rogers.

On the occasion of her marriage with the younger Foscari, the Bucentaur came out in its splendour; and a bridge of boats was thrown across the Cana! Grande for the bridegroom, and his relinue of three hundred horse. According to Sanuto, the lour

Not his-not his—he 'll die in silence.

To trample on all human feelings, all [A faint groan again within. Ties which bind man to man; lo emulate Mem.


The fiends, who will one day requite them in Again?

Variety of torturing! Yet I'll pass. Mar. His voice! it seem'd so: I will not

Mem. It is impossible. Believe it. Should he shrink, I cannot cease


Th shall be tried. To love; but no-no-no-il must have been

Despair defies even despotism : there is A fearful pang which wrung a groan from him. That in my heart would make its way through hosts Sen. And, feeling for thy husband's wrongs, With levell’d spears; and think you a few jailors wouldst thou

Shall put me from my path ? Give me, then, way; Have him bear more than niortal pain, in silence? This is the Doge's palace; I am wife

Mar. We all must bear our tortures. I have not of the Duke's son, the innocent Duke's son, Left barren the great house of Foscari,

And they shall hear this! Though they sweep both the Doge and son from life; em.

It will only serve I have endured as much in giving life

More to exasperate his judges. To those wbo will succeed them, as they can


In leaving it: but mine were joyful pangs: Are judges who give way to anger? they
And yet they wrung me till I could have shriek’d, Who do so are assassins. Give me way.
But did not; for my hope was to bring forth

[Exit Marina. Heroes, and would not welcome them with tears. (1) Sen. Poor lady Mem. All's silent now.


'T is mere desperation : she Mar.

Perhaps all's over; but Will not be admitied o'er the threshold. I will not deemn it: he hath nerved himself,


And, And now defies them.

Even if she be so, cannot save her husband.
Enter an Officer hastily.

Bul, see, the officer relurns.

[The Officer passes over the stage wilh another Mem.

How, now,
friend, what seek you?

person. offi. A leech. The prisoner has fainted.


I hardly [Exit Officer. Thought that “the Ten” had even this touch of pily, Mem.

Lady, Or would permit assistance to the sufferer. 'T were better to retire.

Sen. Pity! Is't pity to recall to feeling Sen. (offering to assist her.) I pray thee do so. The wretch, too happy to escape to death Mar. Of! I will tend him.

By the compassionate trance, poor nature's last Mem.

You! Remember, lady! Resource against the tyranny of pain ? Ingress is given to none within those chambers, Mem. I marvel they condemn him not at once. Except "the Ten,” and their familiars.

Sen. That's not their policy: they'd have him live, Mar.


Because he fears not death; and banish him, I know that none who enter there return

Because all earth, except his native land, As they have enter'd-many never; but

To him is one wide prison, and each breath They shall not balk my entance.

Of foreign air he draws seems a slow poison, em.

Alas! this

Consuming but not kiiling. Is but to expose yourself to harsh repulse,


Circumstance And worse suspense.

Confirms his crimes, but he avows them not. Mar.

Who shall oppose me ? Sen. None, save the letter, (2, which he says was Mem.


written, Whose duty 'tis to do so.

Address’d 10 Milan's duke, in the full knowledge Mar. 'Tis their duty

That it would fall into the senate's hands,

Had perish'd, blolled out at once and rased,
But for the rugged limb of an old oak,')
Soliciting his influence with the stale,
And drops it to be found.” Rogers.

naments in the place of St. Mark lasted three days, and were als tended by thirty thousand people.-E.

(1) "There is great dignity and beauty in the language of Ma-
rina, when she will not believe that her lord can be so far over-
come by the rack as to utter an unseemly cry." Heber.

--"Night and day
Brooding on what he had been, what he was,
Twas more than he could bear. His longing-lits
Thicken'd upon him. His desire for bome
Became a madness; and, resolved to go,
If but to die, in bis despair he writes
A letter to the sovereign-prince of Milan
(To him whose name, among the greatest now,

« Francesco Sforza. His father, when at work in the fields, was accosted by some soldiers, and asked if be would enlist. • Let me throw my maltock on that oak,' he replied, and if it remains there I will.' It remained there ; and the peasant, regarding it as a sign, enlisted. He became soldier, general, prince; and his grandson, in the palace at Milan, said to Paulus Jovins, • You behold these guards and this grondeur, lowe every thing to the branch of an ouk, the branch that held my grandfaiher's mallock.'"-Rogers.

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And thus he should be re-convey'd to Venice. For Venice! and a worthy statesman to
Mem. But as a culprit.

Be partner in my policy!
Yes, but to his country; Bar.

He shed
And that was all he sought,-so he avouches.

No tears.
Mem. The accusation of the bribes was proved. Lor. He cried out twice.
Sen. Not clearly, and the charge of homicide Bar.

A saint had done so,
Has been annull’d by the death-bed confession Even with the crown of glory in his eye,
Of Nicolas Erizzo, who slew the late

At such inhuman artifice of pain Chief of “the Ten.”(1)

As was forced on him; but he did not cry Mem.

Then why not clear him? For pity; not a word nor groan escaped him, Sen.

That And those two shrieks were not in supplication, They ought to answer; for it is well known But wrung from pangs, and follow'd by no prayers. That Almoro Donato, as I said,

Lor. He mutter'd many times between his leeth, Was slain by Erizzo for private vengeance.

But inarticulately. Mem. There must be more in this strange process Bar.

That I heard not; than

You stood more near him. The apparent crimes of the accused disclose


I did so. But here come two of “the Ten;" let us retire, Bar.

(Bxeunt MEMMO and Senator. To my surprise too, you were touch'd with mercy,

And were the first to call out for assistance

When he was failing.

I believed that swoon
Bar. (addressing Lor.) That were too much : 'His last.
believe me, 't was not meet

Bar. And have I not oft heard thee name The trial should go further at this moment.

His and his father's death your nearest wish ? Lor. Ard so the Council must break up, and Jus Lor. If he dies innocent, that is to say, Pause in her full career, because a woman [lice With his guilt unavow'd, he 'll be lamented. Breaks in on our deliberations ?

Bar. What! wouldst thou slay his memory? Bar.


Wouldst thou have
That's not the cause ; you saw the prisoner's state. His state descend to his children, as it must,
Lor, And had he not recover'd ?

If he die unattainted ?

To relapse

War with them too? Upon the least renewal.

Lor. With all their house, till theirs or mine are Lor. 'T was not tried,

nothing. Bar. T is vain lo murmur; the majority

Bar. And the deep agony of his pale wife, In council were against you.

And the repressid convulsion of the high Lor.

Thanks 10 you, sir, And princely brow of his old father, which And the old ducal dotard, who combined

Broke forth in a slight shuddering, though rarely; The worthy voices which o’er ruled my own. Or in some clammy drops, soon wiped away

Bar. I am a judge; but must confess that part In stern serenity; these moved you not ? Of our stern duly, which prescribes the Question,

[Exit LOREDANO. And bids us sit and see its sharp infliction, He's silent in his hate, as Foscari Makes me wish

Was in his suffering; and the poor wretch moved Lor. What?

More by his silence than a thousand outcries Bar.

Thal you would sometimes feel, Could have effected. ’T was a dreadful sight As I do always.

When his distracted wife broke through into Lor. Go to ! you 're a child,

The hall of our tribunal, and beheld Infirm of feeling as of purpose,


What we could scarcely look upon, long used About by every breath, shook by a sigh,

To such sights. I must think no more of this, And melted by a tear-a precious judge

Lest I forget in this compassion for

(1) “ The extraordinary sentence pronounced against him, dence; for, while he was on the cord, he uttered neither word still existing among the archives of Venice, runs thus:--Giacopo nor groan, but only murmured something to himself indistinctly Foscari, accused of the murder of Hermolao Donato, has been and under his breath; therefore, as the honour of the state arrested and examined; and, from the lestimony, evi ence, and requires, he is condemned 10 a more distant banishment in documents exhibited it dislinctly appears that he is guilty of Candia.' Will it be credited, that a distinct proof of his innocence, the aforesaid crime; neverthless, on account of his obstinacy, obtained by the discovery of the real assassin, wrought no change and of enchantments and spells in bis possession, of which in his unjust and cruel sentence?" See Venetian Sketches, there are manifest proofs, it has not been possible to extract vol. ii. p. 97.-E. from him the truth, wbich is clear from parole and wrillen evi



Our foes their former injuries, and lose


'Tis most true, The hold of vengeance loredano plans

And merits all our country's gaatitude. For him and me; but mire would be content

Doge. Perhaps so. With lesser retribution than he thirsts for,


Which should be made manifest. And I would mitigate his deeper hatred

Doge. I have not complain’d, sir. To milder thoughts: but, for the present, Foscari


My good lord, forgive me. Has a short hourly respite, granted at

Doge. For what? The instance of the elders of the Council,


My hearts bleeds for you. Mored doubtless by his wife's appearance in


For me, signor? The ball, and his own sufferings.-Lo! they come: Sen. And for your-How feeble and forlorn! I cannot bea:


Stop! To look on them again in this extremity:


Il must have way, my lord : I'll hence, and try to soften Loredano.

I have loo many duties towards you
[Exit BARBARIGO. And all your house, for past and present kindness,

Not to feel deeply for your son.

Was this

In your commission ?

What, my lord ?

This pratile

Of things you know not: but the trealy 's sign’d;
A Hall in the Doge's Palace.

Relurn with it to them who sent you.

The Dock and a SENATOR.

Obey. I had in charge, too, from the Council Sen. Is it your pleasure to sign the report That you would fix an hour for their re-union. Now, or postpone it till to-morrow?

Doge. Say, when they will now, even at this Doge.

moment, I overlook”d it yesterday: it wants

If it so please them: I am the state's servant. Merely the signature. Give me the pen

Sen.They would accord some time for your repose. (The DogE sits doron and signs the paper.

Doge. I have no repose, that is, none which shall There, signor. Sen. (looking at the paper.) You have forgot; it The loss of an hour's time unto the state. is not sign’d.

Let them meet when they will, I shall be found Doge. Not sign’d? Ah, 1 perceive my eyes begin Where I should be, and what I have been ever. To wax more weak with age. I did not see

(Exit SENATOR. That I had dipp'd the pen without effect. (1)

[The Doce remains in silence. Sen. (dipping the pen into the ink, and placing

Enter an Attendant.
the paper before the DOCE.) Your hand, Alt. Prince!
too, shakes, my lord : allow me thus-

Doge. Say on.

All. Doge. 'T is done, I thank you.

The illustrious lady Foscari Sen. Thus the act, confirma Requests an audience.


Bid her enter. Be you and by “the Ten,” gives peace to Veni.

Poor Doge. T is long since she enjoy'd it: may it to Marina!

[Exit Allendant. As long ere she resume her arms!

[The Doge remuins in silence as before. Sen. "T is almost

Thirty-four years of nearly ceaseless warfire
With the Turk, or the powers of Italy;

Mar. i have ventured, father, on
The state had need of some repose.

Your privacy Doge.

No doubt: Doge. I have none from you, my child. I found her Qucen of Ocean, and I leave her Command my time, when not commanded by Lady of Lombardy; (2) it is a comfort

The state. That I have added to her diadem

Mur. I wish'd to speak to you of him. The gems of Brescia and Ravenna : Crema

Doge. Your husband ? And Bergamo po less are hers; her realm


And your son.
By land has grown by thus much in my reign, Duge. Proceed, my daughter!
While her sea-sway has not shrunk.

Mar. I had obtain’d permission from “the Ten" (1) Io the MS.

(2) In the MS.-"That I had dipp'd the pen too beedlessly."-E.

" Mostress of Lombardy—it is some comforl,"_E.


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