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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,
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
Enter un Officer.
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
[To the Guard.
You!-you are he
As you please, signor;
[tiful, my own, I dared not disobey the Council when Jac. Fos. (looking from the lattice.) My beau- They-My only Venice—this 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.
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
For pointing out the pleasures of the place.
Mem. Be calm!
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.
In heaven. I pray you, signor senator,
Speak not of that; you are a man of office,
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.
Justice is judge in Venice.
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.
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
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
[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.
Bul, see, the officer relurns.
[The Officer passes over the stage wilh another Mem.
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.
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,
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-
--"Night and day
« 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.
And thus he should be re-convey'd to Venice. For Venice! and a worthy statesman to
Be partner in my policy!
A saint had done so,
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.
And were the first to call out for assistance
When he was failing.
I believed that swoon
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
If he die unattainted ?
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
Not to feel deeply for your son.
In your commission ?
What, my lord ?
Of things you know not: but the trealy 's sign’d;
Relurn with it to them who sent you.
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.
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
Mar. i have ventured, father, on
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.
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.