Mar. Nothing more easy. He partakes it now- Will reach it always. See how he shrinks from me! I have pierced him to the core of his cold heart. I care not for his frowns! We can but die, Of destinies: each day secures him more His tempter's. Jac. Fos. This is mere insanity. Jac. Fos. They might behold their parent any where. I know his fate may one day be their heritage, Mar. It may be so; and who hath made us mad? Their sire was a mere hunted outlaw. Well The hangman shrinks from, as all men from him! And not their present fee. Their senses, though I had not In all things painful. If they're sick, they will Ewind Lor. The hour approaches, and the wind is fair. Jac. Fos. Father, let not these Liberation. Our parting hours be lost in listening to (1) "If the two Foscari do nothing to defeat the machinations of their remorseless foe, Marina, the wife of the younger, at least revenges them, by letting loose the venom of her tongue upon their hateful oppressor, which she does Doge. He speaks truth. And present No doubt! but 'tis without stint or measure; and in a strain of vehemence not inferior to that of the old queen Margaret in Richard the Third." Jeffrey.-L. E. Exchange of chains for heavier chains I owe him: Boy! no tears. Those tears, or add my own. I could weep now, The torch, there! Mar. Yes, light us on, as to a funeral pyre, With Loredano mourning like an heir. Doge. My son, you are feeble; take this hand. Jac. Fos. Mast youth support itself on age, and I Alas! Take mine. Who ought to be the prop of yours? ACT IV. SCENE I. A Hall in the Ducal Palace. Enter LOREDANO and BARBARIGO. [Exeunt. Bar. And have you confidence in such a project? Bar. Lor. "Tis hard upon his years. Kind to relieve him from the cares of state. Bar. "Twill break his heart. Bar. And did not this shake your suspicion? Bar. But if this deposition should take place Bar. What if he will not? And make him null. Bar. No. We'll elect another, But will the laws uphold us? Lor. What laws?-"The Ten" are laws; and if The impression of his former instances: If they were from his heart, he may be thankful: Come, they are met by this time; let us join them, I have prepared such arguments as will not Age has no heart to break. Bar. In his countenance, I grant you, never; Bar. Bidding farewell. Bid to his dukedom. Bar. A last-as soon he shall When embarks the son? Lor. Forthwith-when this long leave is taken. "Tis Time to admonish them again. Bar. Forbear; Retrench not from their moments. Lor. Not I, now We have higher business for our own. Thus hesitate? "The Ten" have call'd in aid Patricians of the senate-you are one, Both honour'd by the choice or chance which leads us Jac. Fos. And all may honestly (that is, all those Look back. I pray you think of me. Alas! You ever were my dearest offspring, when Of your three goodly brothers, now in earth, (I) "Unnerved, and now unsettled in his mind From long and exquisite pain, he sobs and cries, No Mar. And wish you this with me beside you? Will be-But wherefore breaks it not? why live I? Mar. To man thyself, I trust, with time, to master What is this to the things thou hast borne in silence- Jac. Fos. I cannot wish them all they have inflicted. Mar. All! the consummate fiends! A thousandfold May the worm which ne'er dieth feed upon them! Enter an Officer and Guards. Offi. Signor! the boat is at the shore-the wind Is rising-we are ready to attend you. Jac. Fos. And I to be attended. Once more, father, Your hand! Doge. Take it. Alas! how thine own trembles! Jac. Fos. No-you mistake; 't is yours that shakes, my father. I must To those who know to honour them. Doge. Inform the signory, from me, the Doge, They have no further power upon those ashes; While he lived, he was theirs, as fits a subjectNow he is mine-my broken-hearted boy! Mar. And I must live! Doge. [Exit Officer. Your children live, Marina. Mar. My children!-true-they live, and I must To bring them up to serve the state, and die [live As died their father. Oh! what best of blessings Were barrenness in Venice! Would my mother Had been so! Doge. Mar. My unhappy children! What! Doge (throwing himself down by the body). Here! I thought you had no tears-you hoarded them Enter LOREDANO and BARBARIGO. Lor. What's here? Mar. Ah! the devil come to insult the dead! Avaunt! Incarnate Lucifer! 'tis holy ground: A martyr's ashes now lie there, which make it Lor. We sought the Doge. Jac. Fos. Offi. He's gone! Doge. Mar. He's free. Well! [He dies. No-no, he is not dead; (1) There must be life yet in that heart-he could not Chus leave me. Doge. Mar. Daughter! Hold thy peace, old man! -thou hast no son. Lam no daughter now Ob, Foscari! Lor. Yet 'twas important. Only repeat-I am ready. Bar. Just now, though Venice totter'd o'er the deep Doge. I thank you. If the tidings which you bring Bar. I would they could! Doge. I spoke not to you, but to Loredano. He understands me. Thou cowardly murderer by law, behold Within an hour I'll hear you. [Exeunt DOGE, MARINA, and Attendants with the body. Manent LOREDANO and BARBARIGO. Bar. He must not Be troubled now. Lor. He said himself that nought Could give him trouble farther. Bar. These are words; Ago, to Carmagnuola. Bar. And foreign traitor? Lor. 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 doge-ship answer'd, "That he in truth had pass'd a night of vigil, With deadly cozenage, eight long months before- The feelings If we should measure forth the cities taken I have-and had a father. Still. But let him Inter his son before we press upon him This edict. Men may, Lor. Let him call up into life My sire and uncle-I consent. Even aged men, be, or appear to be, Sires of a hundred sons, but cannot kindle An atom of their ancestors from earth. The victims are not equal; he has seen His sons expire by natural deaths, and I My sires by violent and mysterious maladies. I used no poison, bribed no subtle master Of the destructive art of healing, to Shorten the path to the eternal cure. His sons and he had four-are dead, without My dabbling in vile drugs. Bar. He dealt in such? And art thou sure (1) An historical fact. See Daru, tom. ii. |