Myr.

Let me see the wound;

I am not quite skilless: in my native land

The extracted weapon, I do fear thy life.

Sal. And I not death. Where was the king when you Convey'd me from the spot where I was stricken?

Sol. Upon the same ground, and encouraging
With voice and gesture the dispirited troops
Who had seen you fall, and falter'd back.

Sal.

Named next to the command?

Sol.

Whom heard ye

I did not hear.

Sal. Fly, then, and tell him, 't was my last request That Zames take my post until the junction, So hoped for, yet delay'd, of Ofratanes, Satrap of Susa. Leave me here: our troops Are not so numerous as to spare your absence. Sol. But prince

Sal.

Hence, I say! Here's a courtier and

A woman, the best chamber company.

As you would not permit me to expire

Upon the field, I 'll have no idle soldiers

About my sick couch. Hence! and do my bidding!

[Exeunt the Soldiers.

Myr. Gallant and glorious spirit! must the earth

So soon resign thee?

Sal.

Gentle Myrrha, 't is

The end I would have chosen had I saved

The monarch or the monarchy by this

As 't is, I have not outlived them.

Myr.

You wax paler.

Sal. Your hand; this broken weapon but prolongs

My pangs, without sustaining life enough,

To make me useful: I would draw it forth,
And my life with it, could I but hear how
The fight goes.

Enter SARDANAPALUS and Soldiers.

Sar. Sal.

Is lost?

My best brother!

And the battle

Sar. (despondingly). You see me here.

Sal.

I'd rather see you thus !

[He draws out the weapon from the wound, and dies.

DEATH OF JACOPO FOSCARI.

(TWO FOSCARI, Act iv. Scene 1.)

To JACOPO FOSCARI, MARINA, and the DOGE,
enter an Officer and Guards.

Offi. Signor! the boat is at the shore

Is rising

we are ready to attend you.

the wind

Jac. Fos. And I to be attended. Once more, father, Your hand!

Doge.

Jac. Fos.

Farewell!

Take it. Alas! how thine own trembles! No—you mistake; 't is yours that shakes, my father,

Doge. Farewell! Is there aught else?
Jac. Fos.

Lend me your arm, good signor.

Offi.

No

- nothing.

[To the Officer.

You turn pale

Let me support you - paler - ho! some aid there!

Mar. There's death in that damp clammy grasp. Oh, God!- My Foscari, how fare you?

There must be life yet in that heart — he could not

Mar. Touch it not, dungeon miscreants! your base

office

Ends with his life, and goes not beyond murder,

Even by your murderous laws. Leave his remains
To those who know to honor them.

Offi.
I must
Inform the signory, and learn their pleasure.
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 subject
Now he is mine- my broken-hearted boy!

To bring them up to serve the state, and die
As died their father. Oh! what best of blessings
Were barrenness in Venice! Would my mother
Had been so!

Doge (throwing himself down by the body). Here!

Ay, weep on!

Mar.

I thought you had no tears

you hoarded them

Until they are useless; but weep on! he never

Shall weep more — never, never more.

CAIN AND LUCIFER IN THE ABYSS OF SPACE.

(CAIN, Act ii. Scene 1.)

Cain. Oh, god, or demon, or whate'er thou art,

Yon small blue circle, swinging in far ether,

With an inferior circlet near it still,

Which looks like that which lit our earthly night?

Is this our Paradise? Where are its walls,

And they who guard them?

Lucifer.

Of Paradise.

Cain.

Point me out the site

How should I? As we move

Like sunbeams onward, it grows small and smaller,

And as it waxes little, and then less,

Gathers a halo round it, like the light

Which shone the roundest of the stars, when I

Beheld them from the skirts of Paradise:

Methinks they both, as we recede from them,

Appear to join the innumerable stars