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. Lored. You may know him better. Marina. Yes; worse he could not. J. Foscari. Father, let not these Our parting hours be lost in listening to Reproaches, which boot nothing. Is it—is it, Indeed, our last of meetings? Doge. You behold These white hairs! J. Foscari. And I feel, besides, that mine Will never be so white. Embrace me, father! I loved you ever-never more than now. Look to my children--to your last child's children: Let them be all to you which he was once, Marina. No-not here. J. Foscari. They might behold their parent any where. Marina. I would that they beheld their father in A place which would not mingle fear with love, To freeze their young blood in its natural current. They have. fed well, slept soft, and knew not that Their sire was a mere hunted outlaw. Well I know his fate may one day be their heritage, But let it only be their heritage, And not their present fee. Their senses, though Alive to love, are yet awake to terror; And these vile damps, too, and yon thick green wave Which floats above the place where we now stand A cell so far below the water's level, Sending its pestilence through every crevice, Might strike them: this is not their atmosphere, However you - and you-and, most of all, As worthiest you, sir, noble Loredano! May breathe it without prejudice. J. Foscari. I had not Reflected upon this, but acquiesce. J. Foscari. And must I leave them all? J. Foscari. Not one? Lored. They are the state's. In all things painful. If they're sick,they will for nobles! Behold the state's care for its sons and mothers! Lored. The hour approaches, and the wind is fair. J. Foscari. How know you that here, where the genial wind Ne'er blows in all its blustering freedom? Lored. Twas so When I came here. The galley floats within A bow-shot of the Riva di Schiavoni. J. Foscari. Father! I pray you to precede me, and Prepare my children to behold their father. Doge. Be firm, my son! J. Foscari. I will do my endeavour. Marina. Farewell! at least to this detested dungeon, And him to whose good offices you owe Liberation. (Like Barbarossa to the Pope) to beg him Barb. But will the laws uphold us? Lored. What laws?-The Ten are laws; and if they were not, I will be legislator in this business. Barb. But he has twice already Lored. The better reason Lored. It shows The impression of his former instances: If they were from his heart, he may be thankful; If not, 'twill punish his hypocrisy. Come, they are met by this time; let us join them, And be thou fix'd in purpose for this once. I have prepared such arguments as will not Fail to move them, and to remove him: since Their thoughts, their objects, have been sounded, do not You, with your wonted scruples, teach us pause, And all will prosper. Barb. Could I but be certain This is no prelude to such persecution Lored. Forthwith- when this long leave of the sire as has fallen upon the son, is taken. "Tis I would support you. Lored. He is safe, I tell you; His fourscore years and five may linger on As long as he can drag them: 'tis his throne Alone is aim'd at. Barb. But discarded princes Are seldom long of life. Lored. And men of eighty Barb. And why not wait these few years? enough, and he Lived longer than enough. Hence! In to council! [Exeunt Loredano and Barbarigo. Enter MEMMо and a Senator. Senator. A summons to the Ten! Why so? Memmo. The Ten Alone can answer: they are rarely wont Senator. For them, but not for us; Memmo. You will know why anon, If you obey, and, if not, you no less Will know why you should have obey'd, Senator. I mean not To oppose them, but— Memmo. In Venice "But" 's a traitor. Thus hesitate? The Ten have call'd in aid To mingle with a body so august. Senator. Most true. I say no more. Memmo. As we hope, signor, And all may honestly (that is, all those Of noble blood may) one day hope to be Decemvir, it is surely for the senate's Chosen delegates a school of wisdom, to Be thus admitted, though as novices, To view the mysteries. Senator. Let us view them: they, No doubt, are worth it. Memmo. Being worth our lives A place within the sanctuary; but being Go and obey our country's will: 'tis not J. Foscari. But still I must You ever were my dearest offspring, when Of your three goodly brothers, now in earth, And their desponding shades came flitting round To impede the act, I must no less obey No J. Foscari. No not for thee, too good, too kind! Live long to be a mother to those children And tear the vessel, till the mariners, destroys me Will be more merciful than man, and bear me, Dead, but still bear me to a native grave, From fisher's 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? Marina. To man thyself, I trust, with time, to master Such useless passion. Until now thou wert Triple,and tenfold torture! But you are right, It could avail thee! but no less thou hast it. J. Foscari. Forgive— Doge. What? J. Foscari. 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. Marina. What hast thou done? J. Foscari. Nothing. I canuot 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. Marina. Fear not: that 's reserved J. Foscari. Let me hope not. J. Foscari. I cannot wish them all they Marina. All! the consummate fiends! A thousand fold! May the worm which ne'er dieth feed upon They have no further power upon those them! Lend me your arm, good signor. Officer. You turn pale ashes: While he lived, he was theirs, as fits a subject Now he is mine-my broken-hearted boy! [Exit Officer. Marina. And I must live! To bring them up to serve the state, and die Were barrenness in Venice! mother Had been so! Doge. My unhappy children! You feel it then at last—you!—Where is now Doge (throwing himself down by the body). Let me support you-paler-ho! some aid I thought you had no tears-you hoarded there! Some water! Marina. Ah, he is dying! J. Foscari. Now, I'm ready My eyes swim strangely-where's the door? Marina. Away! Let me support him-my best love! Oh, God! How faintly beats this heart — this pulse! J. Foscari. The light! Is it the light? I am faint. them Incarnate Lucifer! 'tis holy ground. A martyr's ashes now lie there, which make it [Officer presents him with water. A shrine. Get thee back to thy place of Officer. He will be better, Perhaps, in the air. torment! Barb. Lady, we knew not of this sad event, pass'd here merely on our path from council. J. Foscari. I doubt not. Father-wife-But Your hands! Marina. There's death in that damp Marina. Pass on. Lored. We sought the Doge. Marina (pointing to the Doge, who is still on the ground by his son's body). He's busy, look, About the business you provided for him. Are ye content? Barb. We will not interrupt A parent's sorrows. Marina No, ye only make them, Then leave them. Doge (rising). Sirs, I am ready. Lored. Yet 'twas important. Barb. 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 lookst on there: If they be good, say on; you need not fear That they can comfort me. Barb. I would they could! Doge. I spoke not to you, but to Loredano. He understands me. Marina. Ah! I thought it would be so. Doge. What mean you? Marina. Lo! there is the blood beginning To flow through the dead lips of FoscariThe body bleeds in presence of the assassin. [To Loredano. 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.] [Exeunt Doge, Marina, and Attendants [Manent Loredano and Barbarigo. Barb. He must not Inter his son before we press upon him Lored. Let him call up into life Barb. And art thou sure Lored. Most sure. Lored. And so he seem'd not long Barb. The attainted | And foreign traitor? Lored. 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 daybreak with a jest, Demanding whether he should augur him "The good day or good night?” his Dogeship answer'd, "That he in truth had pass'd a night of vigil, In which (he added with a gracious smile) There often has been question about you." 'Twas true; the question was the death resolved |