Vine. My lord, I will deliver your reply; It cannot much import-he's a plebeian, The master of a galley, I believe. Doge. How did you say the patron of a galley? That is I mean-a servant of the state: I know the people to be discontented; They have cause, since Sapienza's adverse day, When Genoa conquer'd: they have further cause, Since they are nothing in the state, and in The city worse than nothing-mere ma. chines, To serve the nobles' most patrician pleasure. | The troops have long arrears of pay, oft promised, And murmur deeply- any hope of change Will draw them forward: they shall pay themselves Of least respect and interest in Venice. For he who injured me is one of them. Doge. There's blood upon thy face--how came it there? Bert. 'Tis mine, and not the first I've shed for Venice, But the first shed by a Venetian hand: Doge. Doth he live? But for the hope I had and have. that you, Doge. But something you would doIs it not so? Bert. I am a man, my lord. Doge. Why, so is he who smote you. Bert. He is call'd so; Nay, more, a noble one—at least, in Venice: But since he hath forgotten that I am one, With plunder:-but the priests—I doubt|And treats me like a brute, the brute may The whole must be extinguish'd ;—better that They ne'er had been, than drag me on to be The thing these arch-oppressors fain would make me. Let me consider-of efficient troops Enter VINCENZO and ISRAEL BERTUCCIO. Vine. May it please turn 'Tis said the worm will. Doge. Say his name and lineage? Doge. What was the cause? or the pretext? employ'd At present in repairing certain galleys Doge. Have you long time served ? Sometime my general, now the Doge Faliero. Doge. How are we comrades?- the state's ducal robes Sit newly on me, and you were appointed Chief of the arsenal ere I came from Rome; So that I recognised you not. Who placed you? Bert. The late Doge; keeping still my old command As patron of a galley: my new office Your highness, the same patron whom I Was given as the reward of certain scars spake of Is here to crave your patience. Doge. Leave the chamber, Vincenzo. [Exit Vincenzo. the twain (So was your predecessor pleased to say): Doge. Are you much hurt? Bert. Irreparably in my self-esteem. Doge. Speak out; fear nothing: being stung at heart, Doge. Alas! my friend, you seek it of What would you do to be revenged on this man? The Doge of Venice, and I cannot give it; To a month's confinement. Bert. What! the same who dared To stain the ducal throne with those foul words, That have cried shame to every ear in Venice? Doge. Ay, doubtless they have echo'd o'er the arsenal, Keeping due time with every hammer's clink No more for Steno? Doge. You have heard the offence, And now you know his punishment; and then You ask redress of me! Go to the Forty, Who pass'd the sentence upon Michel Steno; They'll do as much by Barbaro, no doubt. Bert. Ah! dared I speak my feelings! Doge. Give them breath. Mine have no further outrage to endure. Bert. Then, in a word, it rests but on your word To punish and avenge-I will not say Doge. You overrate my power, which is a pageant. This cap is not the monarch's crown; these robes Might move compassion, like a beggar's rags; Nay, more, a beggar's are his own, and these The poisonous heads of whose envenom'd body Have breathed a pestilence upon us all. Bert. Yet, thou wast born and still hast lived patrician Doge. In evil hour was I so born; my birth Hath made me Doge to be insulted: but I lived and toil'd a soldier and a servant Of Venice and her people, not the senate; Their good and my own honour were my guerdon. I have fought and bled; commanded, ay, and conquer'd; Have made and marr'd peace oft in embassies, As it might chance to be our country's 'vantage; Have traversed land and sea in constant duty, Through almost sixty years, and still for Venice, My fathers' and my birthplace, whose dear spires, Rising at distance o'er the blue Lagoon, I sought it not, the flattering fetters met me Of all in seeming, but of all most base the will; And many thousands more not less oppress'd, Who wait but for a signal-—will you give it? Doge. You speak in riddles. Bert. Which shall soon be read, Doge. Say on. Bert. Not thou, Nor I alone, are injured and abused, Contemn'd and trampled on, but the whole people Groan with the strong conception of their wrongs: The foreign soldiers in the senate's pay Bert. Wouldst thou be sovereign lord Are discontented for their long arrears; of Venice? Doge. Ay, If that the people shared that sovereignty, So that nor they nor I were further slaves To this o'ergrown aristocratic Hydra, The native mariners and civic troops Feel with their friends; for who is he amongst them Whose brethren, parents, children, wives, or sisters, Have not partook oppression, or pollution, | The prison and the palace-walls: there are From the patricians? And the hopeless war Those who would live to think on't, and Against the Genoese, which is still main tain'd With the plebeian blood, and treasure wrung Even now-but, I forget that, speaking thus, Be silent then, and live on, to be beaten Bert. No, I will speak At every hazard; and if Venice' Doge Doge. From me fear nothing; out with it. A band of brethren, valiant hearts and true; Grieved over that of Venice, and have right They are not numerous, nor yet too few And hearts, and hopes, and faith, and patient Doge. For what then do they pause? Doge (aside). Saint Mark's shall strike Bert. I now have placed My life, my honour, all my earthly hopes cause, Will generate one vengeance: should it be so, Doge. How, Sir! do you menace? But there's no torture in the mystic wells And I would pass the fearful "Bridge of Joyous that mine must be the last that e'er Between the murderers and the murder'd, washing avenge me. Doge. If such your power and purpose, To sue for justice, being in the course Bert. Because the man Who claims protection from authority, A mark'd man to the Forty's inquisition? Doge. What was that? Bert. Some rumours that the Doge was By the reference of the Avogadori And felt that you were dangerously insulted, My peril be the proof. Doge. You have deeply ventured; Doge. Unless with all entrusted, Trust him who leaves his life in trust with ACT II. Bert. Not were he your son. At Sapienza, for this faithless state. I should not need the dubious aid of Bert. Not one of all those strangers whom thou doubtest, But will regard thee with a filial feeling, So that thou keep'st a father's faith with them. Doge. The die is cast. Where is the place of meeting? Bert. At midnight I will be alone and Where'er your highness pleases to direct me, Doge. At what hour arises SCENE I.-An Apartment in the Ducal ANGIOLINA (wife of the Doge) and MARIANNA. Angiolina. What was the Doge's answer? That moment summon'd to a conference; Ang. Would he were return'd! Nor yet enfeebled even his mortal frame, Bert. Late, but the atmosphere is thick To other spirits of his order, who, and dusky; "Tis a sirocco. Doge. At the midnight-hour, then, Near to the church where sleep my sires; the same, Twin-named from the apostles John and A gondola, with one oar only, will In the first burst of passion, pour away Not their decrepitude: and he of late Lurk in the narrow channel which glides by. Has been more agitated than his wont. Be there. Bert. I will not fail. Doge. And now retire Bert. In the full hope your highness will In your great purpose. Prince, I take my Would he were come! for I alone have power Upon his troubled spirit. Mar. It is true, His highness has of late been greatly moved By the affront of Steno, and with cause; But the offender doubtless even now Is doom'd to expiate his rash insult with Such chastisement as will enforce respect Where sleep my noble fathers, I repair-To female virtue, and to noble blood. To what? to hold a council in the dark With common ruffians leagued to ruin states! And will not my great sires leap from the vault, Where lie two Doges who preceded me, And pluck me down amongst them? Would they could! For I should rest in honour with the Alas! I must not think of them, but those name, Noble and brave as aught of consular And freedom to the rest, or leave it black By the true touchstone of desert—success. Ang. Twas a gross insult; but I heed it not For the rash scorner's falsehood in itself, Mar. Assuredly The Doge can not suspect you? Ang. Suspect me! Why Steno dared not: when he scrawl'd his lie, Groveling by stealth in the moon's glimmering light, His own still conscience smote him for the act, And every shadow on the walls frown'd shame Upon his coward calumny. Mar. Twere fit He should be punish'd grievously. Mar. What! is the sentence past? is he condemn'd? Ang. I know not that, but he has been detected. Mar. And deem you this enough for such foul scorn? Ang. I would not be a judge in my own cause, Nor do I know what sense of punishment Be left to his own shamelessness or shame. Mar. Some sacrifice is due to slander'd virtue. Ang. Why, what is virtue if it needs a victim? Or if it must depend upon men's words? The dying Roman said, "twas but a name :" It were indeed no more, if human breath Could make or mar it. Mar. Yet full many a dame, Stainless and faithful, would feel all the wrong Of such a slander; and less rigid ladies, Ang. This but proves it is the name And not the quality they prize: the first Have found it a hard task to hold their honour, If they require it to be blazon'd forth; And those who have not kept it, seek its seeming As they would look out for an ornament Of which they feel the want, but not because They think it so; they live in others' thoughts, And would seem honest as they must seem fair. Mar. You have strange thoughts for a patrician dame. Love, and I loved my father, who first taught me To single out what we should love in others, Of men who have commanded; too much pride, And the deep passions fiercely foster'd by From the quick sense of honour, which becomes A duty to a certain sign, a vice |