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this in historical truth, and aware that Baillie, and Milman, and John Wilson jealousy is an exhausted passion in the exist. The "City of the Plague” and the drama, I have given it a more historical "Fall of Jerusalem” are full of the best forw. I was, besides, well advised by the materielfor tragedy that has been seen late Matthew Lewis on that point, in talk- since Horace Walpole, except passages of ing with him of my intention, at Venice, Ethwald and De Montfort. It is the fashion in 1817. “If you make him jealous," said to underrate Horace Walpole; firstly, he, “recollect-that you have to contend because he was a nobleman, and secondly, with established writers, to say nothing because he was a gentleman; but, to say of Shakspeare, and an exhausted subject; nothing of the composition of his incom-stick to the old fiery Doge's natural parable letters, and of the Castle of character, which will bear you out, if pro-Otranto, he is the “Ultimns Romanorum," perly drawn; and make your plot as regular the author of the Mysterious Mother, a As you can.” Sir William Drummond gave tragedy of the highest order, and not a me nearly the same counsel. How far 1 puling love-play. He is the father of the have followed these instructions,or whether first romance, and of the last tragedy in they have availed me, is not for me to our language, and surely worthy of a higher decide. I have had no view to the stage; place than any living writer, be be who in its present state it is, perhaps, not a he may. very exalted object of ambition; besides, In speaking of the drama of Marino I have been too much behind the scenes to Faliero, I forgot to mention that the desire have thought it not at any time. And I of preserving, though still too remote, a cannot conceive any man of irritable feeling nearer approach to unity than the irregularputting himself at the mercies of an au- ity, which is the reproach of the English dience;--the sneering reader, and the loud theatrical compositions, permits, has incritic, and the tart review, are scattered duced me to represent the conspiracy as and distant calamities; but the trampling already formed, and the Doge acceding to of an intelligent or of an ignorant audience it, whereas, in fact, it was of his own preon a production which, be it good or bad, paration and that of Israel Bertuccio. The has been a mental labour to the writer, is other characters (except that of the duchess), a palpable and immediate grievance,height-incidents, and almost the time, which was ened by a man's doubt of their competency wonderfully short for such a design in real to judge, and his certainty of his own im- life,are strictly historical, except that all the prudence in electing them his judges. Were consultations took place in the palace. Had i capable of writing a play which could I followed this, the unity would have been be deemed stage-worthy, success would give better preserved; but I wished to produce me no pleasure, and failure great pain. It the Doge in the full assembly of the conis for this reason that, even during the spirators, instead of monotonously placing time of being one of the committee of one him always in dialogue with the same inof the theatres, I never made the attempt, dividuals. For the real facts, I refer to and never will. •) But surely there is dra- the extracts given in the Appendix in Italian, matic power somewhere, - where Joanna with a translation.

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“) While I was in the sub-committee of Drury Lane and of whom I know nothing. The long complaints Theatre, I can vouch for my colleagues, and I hope of the actual state of the drama arise, however, for myself, that we did our best to bring back the from no fault of the performers. I can conceive legitimate drama. I tried what I could to get “De nothing better than Kemble, Cooke, and Kean, in Montfort" revived, but in vain, and equally in vain their very different manners, or than Eniston in In favour of Sotheby's "Ivan," which was thought an gentleman's comedy, and in some parts of tragedy. aeting play; and I endeavoured also to wake Mr. Migs O'Neill I never saw, having made and kept Coleridge to write a tragedy. Those who are not a determination to see nothing which should divide in the secret will hardly believe that the “School or disturb my recollection of Siddons, Siddons and for Scandal" is the play which has brought least Kemble were the ideal of tragic action ; ! never money: averaging the number of times it has been saw any thing at all resembling them, even in neracted since its production; 80 Manager Dibdin as- .con: for this reason, we shall never see again sured me. of what has occured since Maturin's Coriolanus or Macbeth. When Kean is blamed for "Bertram," I am not aware; so that I may be tra- want of dignity, we should remember that it is a ducing, through ignorance , come excellent new grace and not an art, and not to be attained by writers: if so, I beg their pardon. I have been study. In all not SUPER natural parts he is perabsent from England nearly five years, and, till fect; even his very defects belong, or seem to last year, I never read an English newspaper since belong, to the parts themselves, and appear truer my departure, and am now only aware of theatri- to nature. But of Kemble we may ray, with recal matters through the medium of the Parisian ference to his acting, what the Cardinal de Retz English Gazette of Galignani, and only for the last said of the Marquis of Montrose , "that he was the twelve months. Let me then deprecate all offence only man he ever saw who reminded him of the to tragic or comic writers, to whom I wish well, herocy of Plutarch."




First Citizen.

Second Citizen. MARINO FALIERO, Doge of Venice.

Third Citizen. BERTUCCIO Faliero, Nephew of the Doge. VINCENZO, LIONI, a Patrician and Senator.

Officers belonging to the PIETRO,

Ducal Palace. BENINTENDE, Chief of the Council of Ten.

BATTISTA, MICHEL STENO, one of the three Capi of Secretary of the Council of Ten. the Forty.

Guards, Conspirators, Citizens, The Coun ISRAEL BERTUCCIO, Chief of

cil of Ten, The Giunta, etc. etc. the Arsenal, Philip CALENDABO, Conspirators.


ANGIOLINA, Wife to the Doge. ВквтВАМ,

MARIANNA, her Friend. Signore di Notte," one

Female Attendants, etc. Signor of the Night, of the Officers belong

ing to the Republic. Scene, VENICE-in the year 1355.

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Vinc. "Tis SCENE I. - An Antechamber in the Ducal Decided; but as yet his doom's unknown: Palace.

I saw the president in act to seal

The parchment which will bear the Forty's PIETRO speaks, in entering, to BATTISTA.


Unto the Doge, and hasten to inform him. Pietro. Is not the messenger return’d?

(Exeunt. Battista. Not yet; I have sent frequently, as you commanded, SCENE II.- The Ducal Chamber. But still the Signory is deep in council And long debate on Steno's accusation.

MARINO FALIERO, Doge; and his nephew, Pietro. Too long-at least so thinks the

Batt. How bears he

Bertuccio Faliero. It cannot be but they These moments of suspense?

will do you justice. Pietro. With struggling patience. Doge. Ay, such as the Avogadori did, Placed at the ducal table, cover'd o'er Who sent up my appeal unto the Forty With all the apparel of the state, petitions, To try him by his peers, his own tribunal. Despatches, judgments, acts, reprieves, B. Fal. His peers will scarce protect him; reports,

such an act He sits as rapt in duty; but whene'er Would bring contempt on all authority. He hears the jarring of a distant door, Doge. Know you not Venice ? know you Or aught that intimates a coming step,

not the Forty? Or murmur of a voice, his quick eye But we shall see anon. wanders,

Bertuccio Faliero (addressing VINCENZO, And he will start up from his chair, then

then entering). pause,

How now-what tidings? And seat himself again, and fix his gaze Vinc. I am charged to tell his highness Upon some edict; but I have observed

that the court For the last hour he has not turn'd a leaf. Has pass'd its resolution, and that, soon Batt. 'Tis said he is much moved; and As the due forms of judgment are gone doubtless 'twas

through, Foul scorn in Steno to offend so grossly. The sentence will be sent up to the Doge; Pietro. Ay, if a poor man : Steno's a In the mean time the Forty doth salute patrician,

The prince of the Republic, and entreat Young, galliard, gay, and haughty. His acceptation of their duty. Batt. Then you think

Doge. YesHe will not be judged hardly.

They are wond'rous dutiful, and ever Pietro. Twere enough

He be judged justly; but 'tis not for us Sentence is past, you say ?
To anticipate the sentence of the Forty, Vinc. It is, your highness:
Batt. And here it comes.- What news, The president was sealing it, when I
Vincenzo ?

Was call'd in, that no moment might be lost In forwarding the Intimation due,

Doge. Wouldst thou repeat them? Not only to the Chief of the Republio, Wouldst thou repeat them--thou, a Fallern, But the complainant, both in one united. Harp on the deep dishonour of our house, B. Fal. Are you aware, from aught you Dishonour'd in its chief-that chief the have perceived,

prince Of their decision ?

Of Venice, first of cities ?—To the sentence. Vinc. No, my lord; you know

B. Fal. Forgive me, my good lord ; I The secret customs of the courts in Venice.

will obey B. Fal. True; but there still is something (Reads) “That Michel Steno be detain'd a given to guess,

month Which a shrewd gleaner and quick eye "In close arrest." would catch at;

Doge. Proceed. A whisper, or a murmur, or an air B. Fal. My lord, 'tis finish'd. More or less solemo spread o'er the Doge. How, say you ?– finish'd! Do I tribunal.

dream?_ 'Tis falseThe Forty are but men-most worthy men, Give me the paper-(Snatches the paper, And wise, and just, and cautious -- this I and reads) “ 'Tis decreed in council grant

That Michel Steno". -Nephew, thine arm! And secret as the grave to which they doom B. Fal. Nay, The guilty ; but with all this, in their Cheer up, be calm; this transport is uncall’d aspects —

for At least in some, the juniors of the number - Let me seek some assistance. A searching eye, an eye like yours, Vincenzo, Doge. Stop, sir-Stir notWould read the sentence ere it was pro- 'Tis past. nounced.

B. Fal. I cannot but agree with you Vinc. My lord, I came away upon the The sentence is too slight for the offence moment,

It is not honourable in the Forty And had no leisure to take note of that To affix so slight a penalty to that Which pass'd among the judges, even in which was a foul affront to you, and even seeming;

To them, as being your subjects; but 'tis not My station near the accused too, Michel Yet without remedy: you can appeal Steno,

To them once more, or to the Avogadori, Made me

Who, seeing that true justice is withheld, Doge (abruptly). And how look'd he? Will now take ap the cause they once deliver that.

declined, Vinc. Calm, but not overcast, he stood And do you right upon the bold delinquent. resign'd

Think you not thus, good uncle? why do To the decree, whate'er it were; - but lo! It comes, for the perusal of his highness. So fix'd ? You heed me not:- I pray you,

hear me! Enter the SECRETARY of the Forty.

Doge (dashing down the ducal bonnet, and Sec. The high tribunal of the Forty sends offering to trample upon it, exclaims, Health and respect to the Doge Faliero,

as he is withheld by his nephew,) Chief magistrate of Venice, and requests Oh, that the Saracen were in Saint Mark's! His highness to peruse and to approve

Thus would I do him homage. The sentence past on Michel Steno, born B. Fal. For the sake Patrician, and arraign'd upon the charge Of Heaven and all its Saints, my lord – Contain'd, together with its penalty, Doge. Away! Within the rescript which I now present. Oh, that the Genoese were in the port! Doge. Retire and wait without.—Take Oh, that the Huns whom I o'erthrew at Zara thou this paper:

Were ranged around the palace! [Exeunt Secretary and Vincenzo. B. Fal. Tis not well The misty letters vanish from my eyes ;

In Venice' Duke to say so. I cannot fix them.

Doge. Venice' Duke! B. Fal. Patience, my dear uncle: Who now is Duke in Venice? let me see him, Why do you treinble thus ?- nay, doubt That he may do me right. not, all

B. Fal. If you forget Will be as could be wish'd.

Your office, and its dignity and duty, Doge. Say on.

Remember that of man, and curb this B. Fal. (reading.) “Decreed

passion. “In council, without one dissenting voice, The Duke of Venice-“That Michel Steno, by his own confession, Doge (interrupting him). There is no "Guilty on the last night of Carnival

such thing“Of having graven on the ducal throne It is a word - nay, worse-a worthless by“The following words-


you stand

The most despised, wrong'd, outraged, ! Doge. I tell thee-must I tell theehelpless wretch,

what thy father Who begs his bread, if 'tis refused by one, Would have required no words to comMay win it from another kinder heart;

prehend? But he, who is denied his right by those Hast thou no feeling ave the external sense Whose place it is to do no wrong, is poorer of torture from the touch ? hast thou no Than the rejected beggar - he's a slave

soulAnd that am I, and thou, and all our house, No pridemno passion—no deep sense of Even from this hour; the meanest artisan

honour? Will point the finger, and the haughty noble B. Fal. 'Tis the first time that honour May spit upon us :—where is our redress?

has been doubted, B. Fal. The law, my prince

And were the last, from any other sceptic. Doge (interrupting him). You see what Doge. You know the full offence of this it has done:

born villain, I ask'd no remedy but from the law- This creeping, coward, rank, acqnitted felon, I sought no vengeance but redress by law- Who threw his sting into a poisonous libel, I call'd no judges but those named by law - And on the honour of-Oh, God! - my wife, As sovereign, I appeal’d unto my subjects, The nearest, dearest part of all men's honour,

I The very subjects who had made me Left a base slur to pass from mouth to mouth sovereign,

or loose mechanics, with all coarse foul And gave me thus a double right to be so.

comments, The rights of place and choice, of birth And villanous jests,and blasphemies obscene; and service,

While sneering nobles, in more polish'd Honours and years, these scars, these hoary guise, hairs,

Whisper'd the tale, and smiled upon the lie The travel, toil, the perils, the fatigues, which made me look like them--a courtThe blood and sweat of almost eighty years,

eous wittol, Were weigh'd i' the balance, 'gainst the Patient-ay, proud, it may be, of dishonour. foulest stain,

B. Fal. But still it was a lie-you knew The grossest insult, most contemptuous

it false,

And so did all men.
Of a rank,rash patrician and found wanting! Doge. Nephew, the high Roman
And this is to be borne ?

Said “Cæsar's wife must not even be B. Fal. I say not that:

suspected," In case your fresh appeal should be rejected, And put her from him. We will find other means to make all even. B. Fal. True-but in those daysDoge. Appeal again! art thou my bro- Doge. What is it that a Roman would ther's son ?

not suffer, A scion of the house of Faliero ?

That a Venetian prince must bear? Old The nephew of a Doge? and of that blood

Dandolo Which hath already given three dukes to Refused the diadem of all the Cæsars, Venice?

And wore the ducal cap 1 tramplo on, But thou say'st well-we must be humble Because 'tis now degraded.

B. Fal. 'Tis even so. B. Fal. My princely uncle! you are too Doge. It is—it is:-I did not visit on much moved :

The innocent creature, thus inost vilely I grant it was a gross offence; and grossly

slander'd Left without fitting punishment; but still Because she took an old man for her lord, This fury doth exceed the provocation, For that he had been long her father's friend Or any provocation: if we are wrong'd, And patron of her house, as if there were We will ask justice; if it be denied, No love in woman's heart but lust of youth We'll take it; but may do all this in And beardless faces ;-I did not for this calmness

Visit the villain's infamy on her, Deep Vengeance is the daughter of deep But craved my country's justice on his head, Silence.

The justice due unto the humblest being I have yet scarce a third part of your Who hath a wife whose faith is sweet years,

to him, I love onr house, I honour you, its chief, Who hath a home whose hearth is dear to The guardian of my youth, and its in

him, structor

Who bath a name whose honour's all to him, But though I understand your grief, and when these are tainted by the accursing enter

breath In part of your disdain, it doth appal me of calumny and scorn. To see your anger, like our Adrian waves, B. Fal. And what redress O’ersweep all bounds, and foam itself to air. Did you expect as his fit punishment?


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Doge. Death! Was I not the sovereign All prudence in your fury, at these years, of the state

Although the causeInsulted on his very throne, and made Doge. Ay, think upon the causoA mockery to the men who should obey me? Forget it not:- When you lie down to rest, Was I not injured as a husband ? scorn'd Let it be black among your dreams; and As man ? reviled, degraded, as a prince ?

when Was not offence like his a complication The morn returns, so let it stand between Of insult and of treason ?--and he lives! The sun and you, as an ill-omen'd cloud Had he, instead of on the Doge's throne, Upon a summer-day of festival: Stamp'd the same brand upon a peasant's So will it stand to me;--but speak not, stir stool,

not, His blood had gilt the threshold, for thecarle Leave all to me;-we shall have much to do, Had stabb'd him on the instant.

And you shall have a part.--But now retire, B. Fal. Do not doubt it,

'Tis fit I were alone. He shall not live till sunset-leave to me B. Fal. (Taking up and placing the ducal The means, and calm yourself.

bonnet on the table) Ere I depart, Doge. Hold, nephew! this


pray you to resume what you have spurn'd, Would have sufficed but yesterday: at Till you can change it haply for a crown. present

And now I take my leave, imploring you I have no further wrath against this man. In all things to rely upon my duty B. Fal. What mean you? is not the As doth become your near and faithful offence redonbled

kinsman, By this most rank-I will not say-acquittal, And not less loyal citizen and subject. For it is worse, being full acknowledgment

[Exit Bertuccio Faliero. of the offence, and leaving it unpunish'd ? Doge (solus). Adieu,my worthy nephew.Doge. It is redoubled, but not now by him:

Hollow bauble ! The Forty hath decreed a month's arrest

(Taking up the ducal cap. We must obey the Forty.

Beset with all the thorns that line a crown, B. Fal. Obey them!

Without investing the insulted brow Who have forgot their duty to the sovereign? With the all-swaying majesty of kings; Doge. Why, yes ;-boy, you perceive it Thou idle, gilded, and degraded toy, then at last:

Let me resume thee as I would a vizor. Whether as fellow-citizen who sues

(Puts it on. For justice,or as sovereign who commands it, How my brain aches beneath thee! and They have defrauded me of both my rights my temples (For here the sovereign is a citizen); Throb feverish under thy dishonest weight. But, notwithstanding, harm not thou a hair Could I not turn thee to a diadenu ? Of Steno's head-he shall not wear it long. Could I not shatter the Briarean sceptre B. Fal. Not twelve hours longer, had which in this hundred-handed senate rules, you left to me

Making the people nothing, and the prince The mode and means: if you had calmly A pageant? In my life I have achieved

Tasks not less difficult-achieved for them, I never meant this miscreant should escape, Who thus repay me!- Can I not requite But wish'd you to repress such gusts of them? passion,

Oh, for one year! Oh, but for even a day That we more surely might devise together Of my full youth, while yet my body served His taking off.

My soul as serves the generous steed his lord ! Doge. No, nephew, he must live; I would have dash'd amongstthem,asking few At least, just now-a life so vile as his In aid to overthrow these swoln patricians; Were nothing at this hour; in th’olden time But now I must look round for other hands Some sacrifices ask'd a single victim, To serve this hoary head ;- but it shall plan Great expiations had a hecatomb.

In such a sort as will not leave the task B. Fal. Your wishes are my law; and Herculean, though as yet 'tis but a chaos yet I fain

Of darkly-brooding thoughts : my fancy is Would prove to you how near unto my heart In her first work, more nearly to the light The honour of our house must ever be. Holding the sleeping images of things, Doge. Fear not; you shall have time For the selection of the pausing judgment.and place of proof:

The troops are few in-
But be not thou too rash, as I have been.
I am ashamed of my own anger now;

I pray you, pardon me.

There is one without B. Fal. Why that's my uncle!

Craves audience of your highness. The leader, and the statesman, and the chief Doge. I'm unweil – Of commonwealths,and sovereign of himself! I can see no one, not even a patricianI wonder'd to perceive you so forget Let him refer his business to the council.

heard me,

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