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Thy fond fidelity for a time deprives j Of such support! But for myself alone, May all the wind* of heaven howl down the Gulf, And tear the vessel, till the mariners, AppaU'd, turn their despairing eyes on me. As the Phenicians did on Jonah, then Cast me out from amongst them, as an offering To appease the waves. The billow which destroys me Will be more merciful than man, and bear me Dead, but still bear me to a native grave, From fishers' hands, upon the desolate strand, Which, of its thousand wrecks, hath ne'er received One lacerated like the heart which then Will be — But wherefore breaks it not ? why live I?

Mar. To man thyself, I trust, with time, to master Such useless passion. Until now thou wcrt A sufferer, but not a loud one: why. What is this to the things thou hast borne in silence — Imprisonment and actual torture?

Jac Fos. Double, Triple, and tenfold torture! But you are right, It must be borne. Father, your blessing.

Doge Would It could avail thee! but no less thou hast it.

Jac. Fos. Forgive

Doge. What?

Jac Fos. My poor mother, for my birth,

And me for having lived, and you yourself
(As I forgive you), for the gift of life,
Which you bestow'd upon me as my sire.
Mar. What hast thou done?
Jac. Fot. Nothing. I cannot charge

My memory with much save sorrow: but
I have been so beyond the common lot
Chasten'd and visited, I needs must think
That I was wicked. If it be so, may
What I have undergone here keep me from
A like hereafter!

Afar. Fear not: that's reserved

For your oppressors.

Jac. Fot. Let me hope not

Mar. Hope not?

Jac. Fm. I cannot wish them all they have inflicted. Mar. AH! the consummate fiends! A thousandfold May the worm which ne'er dleth feed upon them! Jac. Fos. They may repent.

Mar. And if they do, Heaven will not

Accept the tardy penitence of demons.

Eater an Officer and Guards.

Offi. Signor I the boat is at the shore—the wind Is rising—we are ready to attend you.

Jac. Fot. And I to be attended. Once more, father, Tour hand!

Doge. Take It Alas ! how thine own trembles 1 Jac. Fos. No — you mistake;'t is yours that shakes, my father.


Doge. Farewell! Is there aught else?

Jac. Fos. No—noth lng.

[ To the Officer.

Lend me your arm, good signor.

Offi. You turn pale —

Let me support you — paler—ho 1 some aid there I Some water!

Mar. Ah, he is dying!

Jac. Fos. Now, I'm ready —

My eyes swim strangely — where's the door?

Jlfar. Away 1

Let me support him — my best love 1 Oh, God I
How faintly beats this heart — this pulse!

Jac. Fos. The light!

Is it the light ? — I am faint

[ Officer presents him with water.

Offi. He will be better,

Perhaps, In the air.

Jac. Fos. I doubt not Father—wife—

Tour hands!

Jlfar. There's death in that damp clammy grasp. Oh Ood !—My Foscari, how fare you?

Jac. Fos. 'Well!

[He dies.

Offi. He's gone I

Doge. He's free.

Mar. No—no, he Is not dead;

There must be life yet In that heart—he could not Thus leave me.

Doge. Daughter!

Mar. Hold thy peace, old man 1

I am no daughter now—thou hast no son.
Oh, Foscari!

Offi. We must remove the body.

jlfar. Touch It not, dungeon miscreants ! your base office

Ends with his life, and goes not beyond murder, Even by your murderous laws. Leave his remains To those who know to honour them.

Offi. I must

Inform the signory, and learn their pleasure.

Doge. Inform the signory from me, the Doge, They have no further power upon those ashes: While he lived, he was theirs, as fits a subject— Now he is mine—my broken-hearted boy!

[Exit Officer.

Mar. And I must live 1

Doge. Your children live, Marina.

Mar. Mychildrcn! true—they live, and I must live To bring them up to serve the state, and die As died their father. Oh 1 what best of blessings Were barrenness in Venice 1 Would my mother Had been so?

Doge. My unhappy children!

Mar. What!

You feel it then at last—yon !—Where is now
The stoic of the state?

Doge {throwing himself down by the body). Here I

Mar. Ay, weep on 1

I thought you had no tears—you hoarded them
Until they are useless; but weep on! he never
Shall weep more—never, never more.

Enter Loredano and Barbarigo.
Lor. What's here?

Jlfar. Ah 1 the devil come to insult the dead! Avaunt!

Incarnate Lucifer!'t is holy ground.

A martyr's ashes now Lie there, which make it

A shrine. Get thee back to thy place of torment I

Bar. Lady, we knew not of this sad event But pass'd here merely on our path from council.

Afar. Pass on.

Lor. We sought the Doge.

Mar. {pointing to the Doge, who is still on tki ground by his son's body). He's busy, look, About the business you provided for him. Are ye content?

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Bar. We will not interrupt

A parent's sorrows.

Mar. No, ye only make them,

Then leave them.

Doge {rising). Sirs, I am ready.

Bar. No—not now.

Lor. Tet 'twas important.

Doge. If 'twas sc, I can

Only repeat—I am ready.

Bar. It shall not be

Just now, though Venice totter'd o'er the deep
Like a frail vessel. I respect your griefs.

Doge. I thank you. If the tidings which you bring
Are evil, you may say them; nothing further
Can touch me more than him thou look'st on there;
If they be good, say on: you need not fear
That they can comfort me.

Bar. I would they could I

Doge. I spoke not to you, but to Loredano. He understands me.

Mar. Ah I I thought it would be so.

Doge. What mean you?

Mar. Lo! there is the blood beginning

To flow through the dead lips of Foscari —
The body bleeds in presence of the assassin.

[ 7b LoaKDAKO. Thou cowardly murderer by law, behold How death itself bears witness to thy deeds!

Doge. My child! this is a phantasy of grief. Bear hence the body. [ To his attendants.] Signors,

if it please you, Within an hour I'll hear you.

[Exeunt Doge, Marina, and attendants with the body. Mancnt Lokedaxo and Bakbahico.

Bar. He must not

Be troubled now.

Lor. He said himself that naught

Could give him trouble farther.

Bar. These arc words;

But grief is lonely, and the breaking in
Upon it barbarous.

Lor. Sorrow preys upon

Its solitude, and nothing more diverts it
From its sad visions of the other world,
Than calling it at moments back to this.
The busy have no time for tears.

Bar. And therefore

Tou would deprive this old man of all business?

Lor. The thing's decreed. The Giunta and " the

Have made it law—who shall oppose that law?
Bar. Humanity 1

Lor. Because his son is dead?

Bar. And yet unburied.

Lor. Had we known this when

The act was passing, it might have suspended
Its passage, but impedes it not—once past

Bar. I '11 not consent

Lor. You have consented to

All that's essential—leave the rest to me.

Bar. Why press his abdication now?

Lor. The feelings

Of private passion may not interrupt
The public benefit; and what the state
Decides to-day must not give way before
To-morrow for a natural accident

Bar. You have a son.

Lor. I have — and had a father.

Bar. Still so inexorable?

Lor. StUl.

Bar. But let Dim

Inter his son before we press upon him
This edict

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 sons—and he had four—are dead, without
My dabbling in vile drugs.

Bar. And art thou sure

He dealt in such?

Lor. Most sure.

Bar. And yet he seems

All openness.

Lor. And so he seem'd not long

Ago to Carmagnuola.

Bar. The attainted

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 Dogcship answer'd,

"That he in truth had paes'd a night of vigil.
In which (he added with a gracious smile).
There often has been question about you."'
'T was true j the question was the death resolved
Of Carmagnuola, eight months ere he died;
And the old Doge, who knew him doom'd, smiled
on him [hand—

With deadly cozenage, eight long months before-
Elght months of such hypocrisy as is
Learnt but in eighty years. Brave Carmagnuola
Is dead; so is young Foscari and his brethren—
I never smiled on them.

Bar. Was Carmagnuola

Your friend?

Lor. He was the safeguard of the city.

In early life its foe, but, in his manhood,
Its saviour first then victim.

Bar. Ah I that seems

The penalty of saving cities. He
Whom we now act against not only saved
Our own, but added others to our sway.

Lot. The Romans (and we ape them) gave a crown

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
By the Doge Foscari, with citizens
Destroy'd by him, or through him, the account
Were fearfully against him, although narrow'd
To private havoc, such as between bim
And my dead father.

• An historical fact See Daru, torn. ii.

Bar. Are you then thus flx'd?

Lor. Why, what should change me?
Bar. That which changes rae:

11 But you, I know, arc marble to retain
li A feud. But when all is accomplish'd, when
| The old man is deposed, his name degraded,
Mi sons all dead, his family depress'd,
.lad yoa and yours triumphant, shall you sleep?

I Lor. Hon soundly.

: Bar. That's an error, and you'll find It

Ere you sleep with your fathers.
Lor. They sleep not

II In their accelerated graves, nor will

Till Foscari fills his. Each night I see them

Still frowning round my couch, and, pointing towards | The ducal palace, marshal me to vengeance.

Bar. Fancy's distemperature! There is no passion

More spectral or fantastical than Hate;

Not even its opposite, Love, so peoples air , With phantoms, as this madness of the heart

Enter an Officer.

Lor. Where go you, sirrah?
Ofi. By the ducal order

To forward the preparatory rites
For the late Foscari's interment.

Bar. Their
Tmlt has been often open'd of late years.
Lor. T will be full soon, and may be closed for ever.
OjjL May I pass on?
Lor. You may.

Bar. How bears the Doge

His Ust calamity?

0/5. With desperate firmness,

in presence of another he says little, But 1 perceive his lips move now and then; li And once or twice I heard him, from the adjoining j Apartment, mutter forth the words—" My son I" Scarce audibly. I must proceed. [Exit Officer.

Bar. This stroke

W move all Venice in his favour, i Lor. Eight 1

must be speedy: let us call together The delegates appointed to convey i The Council's resolution.

Bar. I protest

Apinst it at this moment

Lor. As you please —

111 take their voices on it ne'ertheless, And see wbose most may sway them, yours or mine.

[Exeunt Bareahlgo and Louedano.


The Dogk'» Apartment.

The Doge and Attendants.
AIL My lord, the deputation is in waiting;
But add, that if another hour would better
Accord with your will, they will make it theirs.
■Ooje. To me all hours are like. Let them ap-
proach. [Exit Attendant.
An Officer. Prince! I have done your bidding.


Doge. What command?

Offi. A melancholy one—to call the attendance Of

Doge. True—true — true: I crave your pardon. I Begin to. fail in apprehension, and Wax very old—old almost as my years. Till now I fought them off, but they begin To overtake mc.

Enter the Deputation, consisting of six of the Signory, and the Chief of the Ten.

Noble men, your pleasure!

Chief of the Ten. In the first place, the Council doth condole With the Doge on his late and private grief.

Doge. No more—no more of that

Chief of the Ten. WiU not the Duke

Accept the homage of respect?

Doge. I do

Accept it as 'tis given—proceed.

Chief of the Ten. « The Ten,"

With a selected Giunta from the senate
Of twenty-five of the best born patricians,
Having deliberated on the state
Of the republic, and the o'erwhelming cares
Which, at this moment, doubly must oppress
Your years, so long devoted to your country,
Have judged It fitting, with all reverence,
Now to solicit from your wisdom (which
Upon reflection must accord in this)
The resignation of the ducal ring,
Which you have worn so long and venerably:
And to prove that they arc not ungrateful, nor
Cold to your years and services, they add
An appanage of twenty hundred golden
Ducats, to make retirement not less splendid
Than should become a sovereign's retreat

Doge. Did I hear rightly?

Chief of the Ten. Need I say again 1

Doge. No — Have you done?

Chief of the Ten. I have spoken. Twenty-four Hours are accorded you to give an answer.

Doge. I shall not need so many seconds.

Chief of the Ten. We Will now retire.

Doge. Stay! Four and twenty hours

Will alter nothing which I have to say.
Chief of the Ten. Speak!

Doge. When I twice before reiterated

My wish to abdicate, it was refused mc:
And not alone refused, but ye exacted
An oath from me that I would never more
Renew this instance. I have sworn to die
In full exertion of the functions which
My country call'd me here to exercise.
According to my honour and my conscience—
I cannot break my oath.

Chief of the Ten. Reduce us not

To the alternative of a decree,
Instead of your compliance.

Doge. Providence
Prolongs my days to prove and chasten mc;
But ye have no right to reproach my length
Of days, since every hour has been the coun-

I am ready to lay down my life for her,
As I have laid down dearer things than life:
But for my dignity— I hold it of
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The wluile republic: when the general will
Is manifest, then you shall all be answer'd.'

Chief of the Ten. We grieve for such an answer; but It cannot Avail you aught.

Doge. I can submit to all things,

But nothing will advance; no, not a moment.
What you decree — decree.

Chief of the Ten. With this, then, must we

Return to those who sent us?

Doge. You have heard me.

Chief of the Ten. With all due reverence we retire.

[ Exeunt the Deputation, tec.

Enter an Attendant.
Alt. My lord,

The noble dame Marina craves an audience.
Doge. My time is hers.

Enter Makika.

Mar. My lord, If I Intrude —

Perhaps you fain would be alone?

Doge. Alone!

Alone, come all the world around me, I
Am now and evermore. But we will bear it.

Mar. We will, and for the sake of those who arc, Endeavour Oh, my husband!

Doge. Give it way:

I cannot comfort thee.

Mar. He might have lived,

So form'd for gentle privacy of life,
So loving, so beloved ; the native of
Another land, and who so blest and blessing
As my poor Foscarl? Nothing was wanting
Unto his happiness and mine save not
To be Venetian.

Doge. Or a prince's son.

Mar. Yes; all things which conduce to other men's Imperfect happiness or high ambition, By some strange destiny, to him proved deadly. The country and the people whom he loved, The prince of whom he was the elder born, And

Doge. Soon may be a prince no longer.

Afar. How?

Doge. They have taken my son from me, and now At my too long worn diadem and ring. [aim Let them resume the gewgaws 1

Afar. Oh, the tyrants!

In such an hour too!

Doge. Tis the fittest time;

An hour ago I should have felt it.

Afar. And Will you not now resent it ? — Oh, for vengeance! But he, who, had he been enough protected, Might have repaid protection in this moment, Cannot assist his father.

Doge. Nor should do so

Against his country, had he a thousand lives
Instead of that

1 [" Then was thy cup, old man, full to the brim.
But thou wert yet alive; and there was one,
The foul and spring of all that enmity.
Who would not leave thee; fastening on thy
Hungering and thirsting, still unsatisfied;
One of a name illustrious as thine own!
One of the Ten ! one of the Invisible Three!
*T was I<oredano. When the whelps were gone,
Ho would dislodge the Lion from his den;

Afar. They tortured from him. This

May be pure patriotism. I am a woman:
To me my husband and my children were
Country and home. I loved Aim—how I loved him:
I have seen him pass through such an ordeal as
The old martyrs would have shrunk from: he is gone,
And I, who would have given my blood for him,
Have nought to give but tears I But could I rompau
The retribution of his wrongs ! — Well, well:
I have sons, who shall be men.

Doge. Your grief distracts you.

Afar. I thought I could have borne it, when I saw him

Bow'd down by such oppression; yes, I thought
That I would rather look upon his corse
Than his prolong'd captivity: — I am punish'd
For that thought now. Would I were in his grave 1

Doge. I must look on him once more.

Afar. Come with me 1

Doge. Is he

Afar. Our bridal bed is now his bier.

Doge. And he is in his shroud!
Afar. Come, come, old man I

[Exeunt the Doge and Marina.

Enter Babbakigo and Loredaxo.
Bar. {to an Attendant). Where Is the Doge?
Alt. This instant retired hence

With the illustrious lady his son's widow.
Lor. Where?

Att. To the chamber where the body lies.

Bar. Let us return, then.

Lor. You forget, you cannot

We have the implicit order of the Glunta
To await their coming here, and join them in
Their office: they 11 be here soon after us.

Bar. And will they press their answer on the Doge?

Lor. T was his own wish that all should be done promptly.

He answer'd quickly, and must so be answer'd;
His dignity is look'd to, his estate
Cared for — what would he more?

Bar. Die in his robes:

He could not have lived long ; but I have done
My best to save his honours, and opposed
This proposition to the last, though vainly.
Why would the general vote compel me hither?

Ijor. 'T was tit that some one of such different thoughts

From ours should be a witness, lest false tongues
Should whisper that a harsh majority •
Dreaded to have its acts beheld by others.

Bar. And not less, I must needs think, for the sake
Of humbling me for my vain opposition.
You are ingenious Loredano, in
Your modes of vengeance, nay, poetical,
A very Ovid in the art of hating;
'T is thus (although a secondary object.
Yet hate has microscopic eyes), to you
I owe, by way of foil to the more zealous,

And, lending on the pack he long hail led.
The miserable pack that ever howl'd
Against fallen Greatness, moved that Foscari
Be Doge no longer ; urging his great age;
Calling the loneliness of grief, neelc


This undesired association in
Twit Giunta's duties.

Lor. How!—my Giunta!

Ber. i'oum I

They speak your language, watch your nod, approve Your plans, and do your work. Are they not yours f

Lor. You talk unwarily. 'T were best they hear This from you. [not

Bar. Oh! they H hear as much one day

From louder tongues than mine j they have gone beyond

Eren their exorbitance of power: and when
This happens in the most con tram'd and abject
States, stung humanity will rise to check it
Lor. Tou talk but idly.

Bar. That remains for proof.

Here come our colleagues.

Enter the Deputation ai before.
Chief of the Ten. Is the Duke aware

He seek his presence?
An. He shall be inform'd.

[Exit Attendant.

Bar. The Duke is with his son.

Chief of the Ten. If it be so,

*e will remit him till the rites arc over.
Ui us return. 'T is time enough to-morrow.

Lor. (aside to Bar.) Now the rich mnn's hell-fire upon your tongue, rmroench'd, unquenchable! 1H have it torn from its vile babbling roots, tin you shall utter Nothing but sobs through blood, for this! Sage signors,

I pray ye be not hasty. [Aloud to the others.

Bar. But be human!

Lor. See, the Duke comes!

Enter the Dock.

Doge. I have obey'd your summons.

Chief of the Ten. We come once more to urge our past request.

Boot. And I to answer.

Chief of the Ten. What?

- Dogt. My only answer.

Tou have heard it

Chief of the Ten. Hear you then the last decree, Wnitive and absolute!

Boge. To the point —

To the point! I know of old the forms of office,
Arid gentle preludes to strong acts—Go on I

Chief of the Ten. You are no longer Doge; you
are released
Trora your imperial oath as sovereign;
Tour ducal robes must be put off; but for
Tour services, the state allots the appanage
Already mentjon'd in our former congress.
Three days are left you to remove from hence,
Coder the penalty to see confiscated
All your own private fortune.

Boge. That last clause,

I an proud to say, would not enrich the treasury.

Chief of the Ten. Tour answer, Duke!

1 [' The art is paired — I will obey It." - MS.]
1 C "He was deposed.

He, who had reign'd so long and gloriously;
HU ducal bonnet taken from his brow,
Hii robes stript off, his seal and signet-ring
Broken before him. But uow nothing moved

Lor. Your answer, Francis Foscari!

Doge. If I could have foreseen that my old age Was prejudicial to the state, the chief Of the republic never would have shown Himself so far ungrateful, as to place His own high dignity before his country; But this life having been so many years Not useless to that country, I would fain Have consecrated my last moments to her. But the decree being render'd, I obey.'

Chief of the Ten. If you would have the three days named extended. We willingly will lengthen them to eight As sign of our esteem.

Doge. Not eight hours, signor,

Nor even eight minutes — there's the ducal ring,

[ Taking off his ring and cap. And there the ducal diadem. And so The Adriatic's free to wed another.

Chief of the Ten. Yet go not forth so quickly.

Doge. I am old, sir,

And even to move but slowly must begin
To move betimes. Methinks I sec amongst you
A face I know not—Senator! your name,
You, by your garb, Chief of the Forty!

Mem. Signor,
I am the son of Marco Memmo. *

Doge. Ah!

Your father was my friend. — But sons and fathers.'— What ho I my servants there I

Atten. My princl!

Doge. No prince —

There are the princes of the prince I [Pointing to

the Ten's Deputation.]— Prepare To part from hence upon the instant

Chief of the Ten. Why So rashly? 't will give scandal.

Doge. Answer that;

[ To the Ten. It is your province. — Sirs, bestir yourselves:

[ To the Servants. There is one burthen which I beg you bear With care, although't is past all further harm — But I will look to that myself.

Bar. He means

The body of his son.

Doge. And call Marina,

My daughter!

Enter Marina.
Dogt. Get thee ready; we must mourn


Mar. And everywhere.

Doge. True; but in freedom,

Without these jealous spies upon the great
Signors, you may depart: what would you more?
We are going: do you fear that we shall bear
The palace with us? Its old walls, ten times
As old as I am, and I 'fn very old.
Have served you, so have I, and I and they
Could tell a talc; but I invoke them not
To fall upon you! else they would, as erst

The meekness of his soul. All tilings alike! Among the six that came with the decree, Foscari saw one he knew not, and inquired His nnmc, 'I am the son of Marco Memmo/ 'Ah !' he replied, ' thy father was my friend 1 — Rogers.]

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