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To nurse them wisely. Foscari-you know No less than master; I have probed his soul Your sentence, then ?

A moment, as the eternal fire, ere long, J. Foscari. Return to Candia ?

Will reach it always. See how he shrinks Lored. True

from me! For life.

With death, and chains, and exile in his hand J. Foscari. Not long.

To scatter o'er his kind as he thinks fit: Lored. I said — for life.

They are his weapons, not his armour, for J. Foscari. And I

I have pierced him to the core of his cold Repeat-not long.

heart. Lored. A year's imprisonment

I care not for his frowns! We can but die, In Canea, afterwards the freedom of And he but live, for him the very worst The whole isle.

Of destinies: each day secures him more J. Foscari. Both the same to me: the after- His tempter's. Freedom as is the first imprisonment. J. Foscari. This is mere insanity. Is't true my wife accompanies me?

Marina. It may be so; and who made Lored. Yes,

us mad? If she so wills it.

Lored. Let her go on; it irks not me. Marina. Who obtain'd that justice ? Marina. That's false! Lored. One who wars not with women. You came here to enjoy a heartless triumph Marina. But oppresses

Of cold looks upon manifold griefs!You came Men: howsoever, let him have my thanks To be sued to in vain - to mark our tears, For the only boon I would have ask'd or taken And hoard our groans—to gaze upon the From him or such as he is.

wreck Lored. He receives them

Which you have made a prince's son-my As they are offer'd.

husband; Marina. May they thrive with him In short, to trample on the fallen-an office So much !-no more.

The hangman shrinks froin, as all men J. Foscari. Is this,sir,your whole mission?

from him! Because we have brief time for preparation, How have you sped? We are wretched, And you perceive your presence doth dis signor, as quiet

Your plots could make, and vengeance This lady, of a house noble as yours.

could desire us, Marina. Nobler!

And how feel you? Lored. How nobler?

Lored. As rocks. Marina. As more generous!

Marina. By thunder blasted : We say the “generous steed” to express the They feel not, but no less are shiver'd. Come, purity

Foscari; now let us go, and leave this felon, of his high blood. Thus much I've learnt, The sole fit habitant of such a cell, although

Which he has peopled often, but ne'er fitly Venetian(who see few steeds save of bronze), Till he himself shall brood in it alone. From those Venetians who have skimm'd the coasts

Enter the Doge. Of Egypt, and her neighbour Araby: J. Foscari. My father! And why not say as soon “the generous man?” Doge (cmbracing him). Jacopo! my sonIf race be aught, it is in qualities More than in years; and mine, which is as old J. Foscari. My father still! How long As yours, is better in its product, nay

it is since I Look not so stern—but get you back,and pore Have heard thee name my name-our name! Upon your genealogic tree's most green Doge. My boy! of leaves and most mature of fruits,and there couldst thou but knowBlush to find ancestors, who would have J. Foscari. I rarely, sir, have murmur'd. blush'd

Doge. I feel too much thou hast not. For such a son— thou cold inveterate hater! Marina. Doge, look there! J. Foscari. Again, Marina!

[She points to LOREDANO. Marina. Again! still, Marina.

Doge. I see the man-what meanst thou ? See you not, he comes here to glut his hate Marina. Caution! With a last look upon our misery?

Lored. Being Let him partake it!

The virtue which this noble lady most J. Foscari. That were difficult. May practise, she doth well to recommend it. Marina. Nothing more easy. He par Marina. Wretch! 'tis no virtue, but the takes it now

policy Ay, he may veil beneath a marble-brow Of those who fain must deal perforce with And sneering lip the pang, but he partakes it. vice: A few brief words of truth shame the devil's As such I recommend it, as I would servants

To one whose foot was on an adder's path.

my son!

Doge. Daughter, it is superfluous; I have Slaves, exiles—what you will; or if they are long

Females with portions, brides and bribes Known Loredano.

for nobles ! Lored. You may know him better. Behold the state's care for its sons and Marina. Yes; worse he could not.

mothers! J. Foscari. Father, let not these

Lored. The hour approaches, and the Our parting hours be lost in listening to

wind is fair. Reproaches, which boot nothing. Is it - is it, J. Foscari. How know you that here, Indeed, our last of meetings?

where the genial wind Doge. You behold

Ne'er blows in all its blustering freedom! These white hairs!

Lored. Twas so J. Foscari. And I feel, besides, that mine When I came here. The galley floats within Will never be so white. Embrace me, father! A bow-shot of the Riva di Schiavoni. I loved you ever -- never more than now.

J. Foscari. Father! I pray you to preLook to my children to your last child's cede me, and children:

Prepare my children to behold their father. Let them be all to you which he was once, Doge. Be firm, my son! And never be to you what I am now. J. Foscari. I will do my endeavour. May I not see them also ?

Marina. Farewell! at least to this deMarina. No-not here.

tested dungeon, J. Foscari. They might behold their And him to whose good offices you owe parent any where.

In part your past imprisonment. Marina. I would that they beheld their Lored. And present father in

Liberation. A place which would not mingle fear with Doge. He speaks truth. love,

J. Foscari. No doubt: but 'tis To freeze their young blood in its natural Exchange of chains for heavier chains I current.

owe him. They have fed well, slept soft, and knew He knows this, or he had not sought to not that

change them. Their sire was a mere hunted outlaw. Well But I reproach not. I know his fate may one day be their Lored. The time narrows, signor. heritage,

J. Foscari. Alas! I little thought so lingBut let it only be their heritage,

eringly And not their present fee. Their senses, To leave abodes like this: but when I feel though

That every step I take, even from this cell, Alive to love, are yet awake to terror; Is one away from Venice, I look back And these vile damps, too, and yon thick Even on these dull damp walls, andgreen wave

Doge. Boy! no tears. Which floats above the place where we now Marina. Let them flow on: he wept not stand

on the rack A cell so far below the water's level, To shame him, and they cannot shame him Sending its pestilence through every crevice, Might strike them: this is not their atmo- They will relieve his heart—that too kind sphere,

heartHowever you - and you - and, most of all, And I will find an hour to wipe away As worthiest-you, sir, noble Loredano ! Those tears, or add my own. I could weep May breathe it without prejudice. J. Foscari. I had not

But would not gratify yon wretch so far.
Reflected upon this, but acquiesce. Let us proceed. Doge, lead the way.
I shall depart, then, without meeting them? Lored. (to the Familiar) The torch, there!
Doge. Not so: they shall await you in Marina. Yes, light us on, as to a funeral
my chamber.

Pyre,
J. Foscari. And must I leave them all? With Loredano mourning like an heir.
Lored. You must.

Doge. My son, you are feeble: take this J. Foscari. Not one?

hand. Lored. They are the state's.

J. Foscari. Alas!
Marina. I thought they had been mine. Must youth support itself on age, and I
Lored. They are, in all maternal things. Who ought to be the prop of yours?
Marina. That is,

Lored. Take mine.
In all things painful. If they're sick,they will Marina. Touch it not, Foscari; 'twill
Be left to me to tend them; should they die, sting you. Signor,
To me to bury and to mourn : but if Stand off! be sure, that if a grasp of yours
They live, they'll make you soldiers, sena- Would raise us from the gulf wherein we
tors,

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never:

No hand of ours would stretch itself to (Like Barbarossa to the Pope) to beg him meet it.

To have the courtesy to abdicate. Come, Foscari, take the hand the altar

gave Barb. What, if he will not? you ;

Lored. We'll elect another, It could not save, but will support you ever. And make him null.

(Exeunt. Barb. But will the laws uphold us?

Lored. What laws? -The Ten are laws; ACT IV.

and if they were not,

I will be legislator in this business. SCENE I.-A Hall in the Ducal Palace. Barb. At your own peril ?

Lored. There is none, I tell you, Enter LOREDANO and BARBARIGO.

Our powers are such. Barb. And have you confidence in such Barb. But he has twice already a project?

Solicited permission to retire, Lored. I have.

And twice it was refused. Barb. Tis hard upon his years.

Lored. The better reason
Lored. Say rather

To grant it the third time.
Kind to relieve him from the cares of state. Barb. Unask'd ?
Barb. 'Twill break his heart.

Lored. It shows
Lored. Age has no heart to break. The impression of his former instances :
He has seen his son's half broken, and, except if they were from his heart, he may be
A start of feeling in his dungeon, never

thankful ; Swerved.

If not, 'twill punish his hypocrisy. Barb. In his countenance, I grant you, Come, they are met by this time; let us

join them, But I have seen him sometimes in a calm And be thou fix'd in purpose for this once. So desolate, that the most clamorous grief I have prepared such arguments as will not Had nought to envy him within. Where is he? Fail to move them, and to remove him: since Lored. In his own portion of the palace, Their thoughts, their objects, have been with

sounded, do not His son, and the whole race of Foscaris. You, with your wonted scruples, teach us Barb. Bidding farewell?

pause, Lored. A last. As soon he shall

And all will prosper. Bid to his dukedom.

Barb. Could I but be certain Barb. When embarks the son ?

This is no prelude to such persecution Lored. Forthwith - when this long leave of the sire as has fallen upon the son, is taken. Tis

I would support you. Time to admonish them again.

Lored. He is safe, I tell you ; Barb. Forbear;

His fourscore years and five may linger on Retrench not from their moments.

As long as he can drag them: 'tis his throne Lored. Not I, now

Alone is aim'd at.
We have higher business for our own. Barb. But discarded princes
This day

Are seldom long of life.
Shall be the last of the old Doge's reign, Lored. And men of eighty
As the first of his son's last banishment, More seldom still.
And that is vengeance.

Barb. And why not wait these few years ? Barb. In my mind, too deep.

Lored. Because we have waited long Lored. Tis moderate - not even life enough, and he for life, the rule

Lived longer than enough. Hence! In to Denounced of retribution from all time;

council! They owe me still my father's and my

(Ereunt Loredano und Barbarigo. uncle's.

Enter MEMMO and a Senator.
Barb. Did not the Doge deny this strongly?
Lored. Doubtless.

Senator. A summons to the Ten! Why so ? Barb. And did not this shake your Memmo. The Ten suspicion!

Alone can answer: they are rarely wont Lored. No.

To let their thoughts anticipate their purpose Barb. But if this deposition should take By previous proclamation. We are sumplace

mon'dBy our united influence in the council, That is enough It must be done with all the deference Senator. For them, but not for us; Due to his years, his station, and his deeds. I would know why.

Lored. As much of ceremony as you will, Memmo. You will know why anon, So that the thing be done. You may, for aught If you obey, and, if not, you no less I care, depute the Council on their knees, Will know why you should have obey'd,

oars

Senator. I mean not

Marina. My husband ! let us on: this To oppose them, but

but prolongs Memmo. In Venice “But's a traitor.

Our sorrow. But me no “buts,” unless you would pass o'er J. Foscari. But we are not summond yet; The Bridge which few repass.

The galley's sails are not unfurld:-who Senator. I am silent.

knows? Memmo. Why

The wind may change. Thus hesitate? - The Ten have call'd in aid Marina. And if it do, it will not Of their deliberation five and twenty Change their hearts, or your lot: the galley's Patricians of the senate—you are one, And I another; and it seems to me Will quickly clear the harbour. Both honour'd by the choice or chance J. Foscari. Oh, ye elements ! which leads us

Where are your storms ?
To mingle with a body so august.

Marina. In human breasts. Alas!
Senator. Most true. I say no more. Will nothing calım you?
Memno. As we hope, signor,

J. Foscari. Never yet did mariner
And all may honestly (that is, all those Put up to patron - saint such prayers for
Of noble blood may) one day hope to be

prosperous Decemvir, it is surely for the senate's And pleasant breezes, as I call upon you, Chosen delegates a school of wisdom, to Ye tutelar saints of my own city! which Be thus admitted, though as novices, Ye love not with more holy love than I, To view the mysteries.

To lash up from the deep the Adrian waves, Senator. Let us view them: they, And waken Auster, sovereign of the tempest! No doubt, are worth it.

Till the sea dash me back on my own shore Memmo. Being worth our lives

A broken corse upon the barren Lido, If we divulge them,doubtless they are worth Where I may mingle with the sands which Something, at least to you or me.

skirt Senator. I sought not

The land I love, and never shall see more! A place within the sanctuary; but being Marina. And wish you this with me Chosen, however reluctantly so chosen,

beside you? I shall fulfil my office.

J. Foscari. NoMemmo. Let us not

No— not for thee, too good, too kind! Be latest in obeying the Ten's summons.

Mayst thou Senator. All are not met, but I am of Live long to be a mother to those children your thought

Thy fond fidelity for a time deprives So far- let's in.

Of such support! But for myself alone, Memmo. The earliest are most welcome May all the winds of heaven howl down the In earnest councils - we will not be least so. Gulf,

[Exeunt. And tear the vessel, till the mariners, Enter the Doge, Jacopo Foscari,and Marina. As the Phenicians did on Jonah, then

Appallid, turn their despairing eyes on me, J. Foscari. Ah, father! though I must Cast me out from amongst them as an offering and will depart,

To appease the waves. The billow which Yet-yet-I pray you to obtain for me

destroys me That I once more return unto my home, Will be more merciful than man,and bearme, Howe'er remote the period. Let there be Dead, but still bear me to a native grave, A point of time as beacon to my heart, From fisher's hands upon the desolate strand, With any penalty annex'd they please, Which, of its thousand wrecks, hath ne'er But let me still return.

received Doge. Son Jacopo,

One lacerated like the heart which then Go and obey our country's will: 'tis not Will be-But wherefore breaks it not? why For us to look beyond.

live I? J. Foscari. But still I must

Marina. To man thyself, I trust, with Look back. I pray you think of me.

time, to master Doge. Alas!

Such useless passion. Until now thou wert You ever were my dearest offspring, when A sufferer, but not a loud one: why, They were more numerous, nor can be less so What is this to the things thou hast borne Now you are last; but did the state demand

in silenceThe exile of the disinterred ashes

Imprisonment and actual torture ? of your three goodly brothers, now in J. Foscari. Double,

Triple,and tenfold torture! But you are right, And their desponding shades came flitting It must be borne. Father, your blessing. round

Doge. Would To impede the act, I must no less obey It could avail thee! but no less thou hast it. A duty paramount to every duty.

J, Foscari. Forgive

earth,

Doge. What?

Doge. He's free. J. Foscari. My poor mother for my birth, Marina, No-no, he is not dead; And me for having lived, and you yourself There must be life yet in that heart – ho (As I forgive you) for the gift of life,

could not Which you bestow'd upon me as my sire. Thus leave me. Marina. What hast thou done?

Doge. Daughter! ! J. Foscari. Nothing. I cannot charge Marina. Hold thy peace, old man ! My memory with much save sorrow: but I am no daughter now-thou hast no son. I have been so beyond the common lot Oh, Foscari! Chasten’d and visited, I needs must think Officer. We must remove the body. That I was wicked. If it be so, may

Marina. Touch it not, dungeon-misWhat I have undergone here keep me from creants ! your base office A like hereafter.

Ends with his life, and goes not beyond Marina. Fear not: that 's reserved

murder, For your oppressors.

Even by your murderous laws. Leave his J. Foscari. Let me hope not.

remains Marina Hope not?

To those who know to honour them. J. Foscari. I cannot wish them all they Officer, I must have inflicted.

Inform the signory, and learn their pleasure. Marina AU! the consummate fiends ! A

Doge.

Inform the signory from me, the thousand fold!

Doge, May the worm which ne'er dieth feed upon They have no further power upon those them!

ashes : J. Foscari. They may repent.

While he lived, he was theirs, as fits a Marina. And if they do, Heaven will not

subjectAccept the tardy penitence of demons. Now he is mine—my broken-hearted boy!

[Erit Officer. Enter an Officer and Guards.

Marina. And I must live! Officer. Signor! the boat is at the shore Doge. Your children live, Marina. the wind

Marina. My children! true—they live, Is rising-we are ready to attend you.

and I must live J. Foscari. And I to be attended. Once To bring them up to serve the state, and die more, father,

As died their father. Oh! what best of Your hand!

blessings Doge. Take it Alas! how thine own Were barrenness in Venice! Would my trembles.

mother J. Foscari. No-you mistake! 'tis your Had been so !. that shakes, my father.

Doge. My unhappy children! Farewell!

Marina. What! Doge. Farewell! Is there aught else? You feel it then at last-you!- Where is now J. Foscari. No-nothing.

The Stoic of the state ?

(To the Officer. Doge (throwing himself down by the body). Lend me your arm, good signor.

Here! Officer. You turn pale

Marina. Ay, weep on! Let me support you-paler -- ho! some aid I thought you had no tears—you hoarded there!

them Some water!

Until they are useless; but weep on! he never Marina. Ah, he is dying!

Shall weep more-never, never more. J. Foscari. Now, I'm ready

Enter LOREDANO and BARBARIGO, My eyes swim strangely-where's the door ? Marina. Away!

Lored. What's here? Let me support him-my best love! Oh, God! Marina. Ah! the devil, come to insult How faintly beats this heart - this pulse !

the dead ! Avaunt! J. Foscari. The light!

Incarnate Lucifer! 'tis holy ground. Is it the light ?-1 am faint.

A martyr's ashes now lie there, which make it (Officer presents him with water. A shrine. Get thee back to thy place of Officer. He will be better,

torment! Perhaps, in the air.

Barb. Lady, we knew not of this sad event, J. Foscari. I doubt not. Father-wife-But pass'd here merely on our path from Your hands!

council. Marina. There's death in that damp Marina. Pass on. clammy grasp:

Lored. We sought the Doge. Oh God !- My Foscari, how fare you? Marina (pointing to the Doge, who is J. Foscari. Well!

(He dies. still on the ground by his son's body). Officer. He's gone.

He's busy, look,

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