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J. Foscari. My best Marinal- and our | And thus far I am also the state' debtor, children 3
And shall be more so when I see us both Marina. They,
Floating on the free waves-away-away. I fear, by the prevention of the state's Be it to the earth's end, from this abhorrid, Abhorrent policy (which holds all ties Unjust, and As threads, which may be broken at her j. Foscari. Curse it not. If I am silent, pleasure)
Who dares accuse my country? Will not be suffer'd to proceed with us. Marina. Men and angels!
J. Foscari. And canst thou leave them? The blood of myriads reeking up to heaven,
Marina. Yes. With many a pang. The groans of slaves in chains, and men in But I can leave them, children as they are, dungeons, To teach you to be less a child. From this Mothers, and wives, and sons, and sires, Learn you to sway your feelings, when and subjects, exacted
Held in the bondage of ten bald-heads; and By duties paramount; and 'tis our first Though last, not least, thy silence. Couldst On earth to bear. J. Foscari. Have I not borne ?
Aught in its favour, who would praise like Marina. Too much
thee? From tyrannous injustice, and enough J. Foscari. Let us address us then, since To teach you not to shrink now from a lot
80 it must be, Which, as compared with what you have To our departure. Who comes here?
undergone Of late, is mercy.
Enter LOREDANO, attended by Familiars. J. Foscari. " Ah! you never yet
Lored. (to the Familiars) Retire,
[Ereunt the two Familiars. tance,
J. Foscari. Most welcome, noble signor. While every furrow of the vessel's track I did not deem this poor place could have Seem'd ploughing deep into your heart;
drawn you never
Such presence hither. Saw day go down upon your native spires Lored. 'Tis not the first time So calmly with its gold and crimson glory, I have visited these places. And aster dreaming a disturbed vision Marina. Nor would be of them and theirs, awoke and found them The last, were all men's merits well re not.
warded. Marina. I will divide this with you. Came you here to insult us, or remain Let us think
As spy upon us, or as hostage for us? Of our departure from this much-loved city Lored. Neither are of my office,noble lady, (Since you must love it, as it seems), and this I am sent bither to your husband, to Chamber of state, her gratitude allots you. Announce the Ten's decree. Our children will be cared for by the Doge, Marina. That tenderness And by my uncles: we must sail ere night. Has been anticipated: it is known. J. Foscari. That's sudden. Shall I not Lored. As how? behold my father ?
Marina. I have inform'd him, not so Marina. You will.
gently, J. Foscari. Where?
Doubtless, as your nice feelings would Marina. Here or in the ducal chamber
prescribe, He said not which. I would that you could | The indulgence of your colleagues; but he bear
knew it. Your exile as he bears it.
If you come for our thanks, take them, and J. Foscari. Blame him not.
hence! I sometimes murmur for a moment; but The dungeon-gloom is deep enough without He could not now act otherwise. A show
you, Of feeling or compassion on his part And full of reptiles, not less loathsome, Would have but drawn upon his aged head Suspicion from the Ten, and upon mine Their sting is honester. Accumulated ills.
J. Foscari. I pray you, calm you : Marina. Accumulated !
What can avail such words? What pangs are those they have spared you? Marina. To let him know J. Foscari. That of leaving
That he is known. Venice without beholding him or you,
Lored. Let the fair dame preserve Which might have been forbidden now, as Her sex's privilege. 'twas
Marina. . I have some sons, sir, Upon my former exile.
Will one day thank you better. Marina. That is true,
Lored. You do well
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 shrinka 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 arınour, 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,
as 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 rain-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 (embracing 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 the 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 casy. 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.
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 beso 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 ling. But 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, and green 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,
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.
[Ereunt. 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 1.-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
To grant it the third time.
Lored. It shows
thankful ; Swerved.
If not, 'twill punish his hypocrisy. Barb. In his countenance, I grant you, Come, they are met by this time; let us never;
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 gon, 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-wben 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.
Are seldom long of life.
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
(Freunt Loredano and Barbarigo. uncle's. Barb. Did not the Doge deny this strongly?
Enter Memmo and a Senator. Lored. Donbtless.
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'd By 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. Ås much of ceremony as you will, Memmo. You will know why anon, So that the thing be done. You may, for aught If yon obey, and, if not, you no less I care, depute the Council on their knees, Will know why you should have obey'd,
Senator. I mean not
Marina. My husband ! let us on: thie To oppose them, but
but prolonge Memmo. In Venice “But” 's a traltor. 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 unfurl'd:-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 ?
Marina. In human breasts. Alas!
J. Foscari. Never yet did mariner
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 80 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.
[Exeunt. And tear the vessel, till the mariners, Enter the Dogs, 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 into my
home, Will be more merciful than man, and bear me, 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 Yon 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 silence The exile of the disinterred ashes
Imprisonment and actual torture? of your three goodly brothers, now in j. Foscari. Double, earth,
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 thon hast it. A duty paramount to every duty.
J. Foscari. Forgive