In this brief parley, and must now redeem it Within the Council Chamber. [Exit BARBARIGO. [Guard conducting JACOPO FOSCARI to the window. Guard. Open-How feel you? Jac. Fos. There, sir, 't is Like a boy-Oh Venice! Guard. And your limbs ? Jac. Fos. Limbs! how often have they borne me Bounding o'er yon blue tide, as I have skimm'd The gondola along in childish race, And masqued as a young gondolier, amidst My gay competitors, noble as I, Raced for our pleasure, in the pride of strength; (1) "This speech of Jacopo from the window, while describing the amusements of his youth, is written with a full feeling of the objects which it paints." Heber. "The exulting sadness with which Jacopo Foscari looks from the window on the Adriatic, is Byron himself recalling his enjoyment of the sea." Gall. (2) "And the hero himself, what is he? If there ever existed in nature a case so extraordinary as that of a man who gravely preferred tortures and a dungeon at home, to a temporary residence in a beautiful island and a fine climate, at the distance of three days' sail, it is what few can be made to believe, and still fewer to sympathise with; and which is, therefore, no very promising subject for dramatic representation. For ourselves, we have little doubt that Foscari wrote the fatal letter with the view, which was imputed to him by his accusers, of obtaining an honourable recall from banishment, through foreign influence; I confess'd [no, Jac. Fos. So I be buried in my birth-place: better Jac. Fos. The soil!-Oh no, it is the seed of the I ask no more than a Venetian grave, A dungeon, what they will, so it be here. (2) Enter un Officer. Offi. Bring in the prisoner! Guard. [soil Signor, you hear the order. Jac. Fos. Ay, I am used to such a summons; it is The third time they have tortured me:-then lend me Thine arm. [To the Guard. Take mine, sir; 't is my duty to offi. Be nearest to your person. and that the colour which, when detected, he endeavoured to give to the transaction, was the evasion of a drowning man, who is reduced to catch at straws and shadows. But, if Lord Byron chose to assume this alleged motive of his conduct as the real one, it behoved him, at least, to set before our eyes the intolerable separation from a beloved country, the lingering homesickness, the gradual alienation of intellect, and the fruitless hope that his enemies had at length relented, which were necessary to produce a conduct so contrary to all usual principles of action as that which again consigned him to the racks and dungeons of his own country. He should have shown him to us, first, taking leave of Venice, a condemned and banished man; next pining in Candia; next tampering with the agents of government; by which time, and not till then, we should have been prepared to listen with patience to his complaints, and to witness his sufferings with interest as well as horror." Heber. The brightness of our city, and her domes, Its merry hum of nations pierces here, Even here, into these chambers of the unknown Mem. Where I now am!-It was Who govern, and the unknown and the unnumber'd My husband's father's palace. Not even a Foscari.—Sir, I attend you. The Duke's palace. Mar. And his son's prison;-true, I have not forgot it; And, if there were no other nearer bitterer [Exeunt JACOPO FOSCARI, Officer, etc. Remembrances, would thank the illustrious Memmo Enter MEMMO and another Senator. Mar. (looking up towards heaven.) I am; but oh, thou eternal God! Canst thou continue so, with such a world? He is, Justice is judge in Venice. There now would be no Venice. But let it Sen. Hark! Mem. Mar. Not Foscari's. 'Twas a cry of No, no; not my husband's [two; He shriek! No; that should be his father's part, 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 bis retinue of three hundred horse. According to Sanuto, the tour Again? Mar. His voice! it seem'd so: I will not Believe it. Should he shrink, I cannot cease To love; but no-no-no-it must have been A fearful pang which wrung a groan from him. Sen. And, feeling for thy husband's wrongs, wouldst thou Have him bear more than mortal pain, in silence? Though they sweep both the Doge and son from life; To trample on all human feelings, all Sen. Poor lady Even if she be so, cannot save her husband. And, [The Officer passes over the stage with another person. Mem. I hardly Thought that "the Ten" had even this touch of pity, Or would permit assistance to the sufferer. Sen. Pity! Is't pity to recall to feeling The wretch, too happy to escape to death By the compassionate trance, poor nature's last Resource against the tyranny of pain? Mem. I marvel they condemn him not at once. Sen. That's not their policy: they'd have him live, Because he fears not death; and banish him, Because all earth, except his native land, To him is one wide prison, and each breath Of foreign air he draws seems a slow poison, Consuming but not killing. Mem. Circumstance Confirms his crimes, but he avows them not. Sen. None, save the letter, (2) which he says was written, Address'd to Milan's duke, in the full knowledge That it would fall into the senate's hands, Had perish'd, blotted out at once and rased, "Francesco Sforza. His father, when at work in the fields, was • Let me accosted by some soldiers, and asked if he would enlist. throw my mattock 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 grandeur. lowe every thing to the branch of an oak, the branch that held my grandfather's mattock.'"-Rogers. Bar. (addressing LOR.) That were too much: His last. believe me, 't was not meet The trial should go further at this moment. Lor. Ard so the Council must break up, and Jus- Bar. No, [lice I believed that swoon Bar. And have I not oft heard thee name That's not the cause; you saw the prisoner's state. His state descend to his children, as it must, Bar. 'Tis vain to murmur; the majority In council were against you. Lor. Lor. Bar. As I do always. What? If he die unattainted? He's silent in his hate, as Foscari That you would sometimes feel, Could have effected. 'Twas a dreadful sight Lor. (1) "The extraordinary sentence pronounced against him, still existing among the archives of Venice, runs thus:- Giacopo Foscari, accused of the murder of Hermolao Donato, has been arrested and examined; and, from the testimony, evi ence, and documents exhibited it distinctly appears that he is guilty of the aforesaid crime; neverthless, on account of his obstinacy, and of enchantments and spells in his possession, of which there are manifest proofs, it has not been possible to extract from him the truth, which is clear from parole and written evi When his distracted wife broke through into dence; for, while he was on the cord, he uttered neither word nor groan, but only murmured something to himself indistinctly and under his breath; therefore, as the honour of the state requires, he is condemned to a more distant banishment in Candia.' Will it be credited, that a distinct proof of his innocence, obtained by the discovery of the real assassin, wrought no change in his unjust and cruel sentence?" See Venetian Sketches, vol. ii. p. 97.-E. Our foes their former injuries, and lose To milder thoughts: but, for the present, Foscari The instance of the elders of the Council, The hall, and his own sufferings.-Lo! they come : Obey. I had in charge, too, from the Council If it so please them: I am the state's servant. cause The loss of an hour's time unto the state. Requests an audience. Doge. Marina! Bid her enter. Poor [Exit Attendant. [The DOGE remains in silence as before. Enter MARINA. Mar. i have ventured, father, on Your privacy. Doge. I have none from you, my child. Mar. I wish'd to speak to you of him. And your son. (2) In the MS.- "Mistress of Lombardy-it is some comfort."-E. |