Doge. That answer only shows you know not Venice.
The illustrious Lady Foscari And that is
Alas! how should you? she knows not herself, In all her mystery. Hear me-they who aim At Foscari, aim no less at his father; The sire's destruction would not save the son; They work by different means to the same end, -but they have not conquer'd yet. Mar. But they have crush'd. Nor crush'd as yet-I live. Doge. Mar. And your son,-how long will he live? I trust, Doge. For all that yet is passed, as many years And happier than his father. The rash boy, With womanish impatience to return, Hath ruin'd all by that detected letter: A high crime, which I neither can deny Nor palliate, as parent or as Duke: Had he but borne a little, little longer His Candiote exile, I had hopes--he has quench'd them- He must return. Mar. Doge.
I have said it. Mar. And can I not go with him? Doge.
This prayer of yours was twice denied before By the assembled "Ten," and hardly now Will be accorded to a third request, Since aggravated errors on the part Of your lord renders them still more austere. Mar. Austere? Atrocious! The old human fiends,
With one foot in the grave, with dim eyes,
Who have loved, or talk'd at least of lovehave given
The holiest tie beneath the heavens !-Oh God! Their hands in sacred vows-have danced their Dost thou see this?
Mar. [abruptly). Call me not "child!" You soon will have no children-you deserve
Upon their knees, perhaps have mourn'd above
Doge. Woman, this clamorous grief of thine, I tell thee,
Is no more in the balance weigh'd with that Which but I pity thee, my poor Marina ! Mar. Pity my husband, or I cast it from me; Pity thy son! Thou pity!-'tis a word Strange to thy heart-how came it on thy lips? Doge. I must bear these reproaches, though they wrong me. Couldst thou but read-
Mar. 'Tis not upon thy brow, Nor in thine eyes, nor in thine acts,-where then Should I behold this sympathy? or shall? Doge. [pointing downwards]. There.
To which I am tending: when It lies upon this heart, far lightlier, though Loaded with marble, than the thoughts which press it
Now, you will know me better. Mar.
Indeed, thus to be pitied? Doge.
Shall ever use that base word, with which men Cloak their soul's hoarded triumph, as a fit one To mingle with my name; that name shall be, As far as I have borne it, what it was When I received it.
But for the poor children Of him thou canst not, or thou wilt not save, You were the last to bear it.
Doge. Would it were so! Better for him he never had been born; Better for me.-I have seen our house dishonour'd.
Mar. That's false! A truer, nobler, trustier heart,
More loving, or more loyal, never beat Within a human breast. I would not change My exiled, persecuted, mangled husband, Oppress'd, but not disgraced, crush'd, over- whelmed,
Alive, or dead, for prince or paladin In story or in fable, with a world To back his suit. Dishonour'd-he dishonour'd! I tell thee, Doge, 'tis Venice is dishonour'd! His name shall be her foulest, worst reproach, For what he suffers, not for what he did. 'Tis ye who are all traitors, tyrant!-ye! Did you but love your country like this victim Who totters back in chains to tortures, and Submits to all things rather than to exile, You'd fling yourselves before him, and implore His grace for your enormous guilt. Doge.
Indeed all you have said. I better bore The deaths of the two sons Heaven took from
You need not school me, signor; I sate in That council when you were a young patrician. Lor. True, in my father's time; I have heard him and
The admiral, his brother, say as much. Your highness may remember them; they both Died suddenly. Doge.
And if they did So, better So die than live on lingeringly in pain. Lor. No doubt; yet most men like to live their days out.
Doge. And did not they?
Lor. The grave knows best: they died, As I said, suddenly.
That you repeat the word emphatically?
Lor. So far from strange, that never was
In my mind half so natural as theirs. Think you not so ?
Doge. What should I think of mortals? Lor. That they have mortal foes. Doge. I understand you; Your sires were mine, and you are heir in all things.
You best know if I should be so. I do. Your fathers were my foes, and I have heard
Of my sad predecessors in this place, The dates of their despair, the brief words of A grief too great for many. This stone page Holds like an epitaph their history; And the poor captive's tale is graven on His dungeon barrier, like the lover's record Upon the bark of some tall tree, which bears His own and his beloved's name. Alas! I recognise some names familiar to me, And blighted like to mine, which I will add, Fittest for such a chronicle as this,
Which only can be read, as writ, by wretches. He engraves his name. Enter a Familiar of the "Ten." Fam. I bring you food. Fac. Fos. I pray you set it down; I am past hunger; but my lips are parch'd- The water!
| But the tomb last of all, for there we shall Be ignorant of each other, yet I will Share that-all things except new separation; It is too much to have survived the first. How dost thou? How are those worn limbs? Alas!
Why do I ask? Thy paleness- Jac. Fos.
Of seeing thee again so soon, and so Back to my heart, and left my cheeks like thine, Without expectancy, has sent the blood For thou art pale, too, my Marina!
Were never piled on high save o'er the dead, Or those who soon must be so.-What of him! Thou askest. What of me? may soon be ask'd, With the like answer-doubt and dreadful sur mise
Unless thou tell'st my tale.
Mar. I speak of thee! Jac. Fos. And wherefore not? All then shall speak of me:
The tyranny of silence is not lasting, And, though events be hidden, just men's
I do not doubt my memory, Will burst all cerement, even a living grave's! but my life:
And neither do I fear.
The mind should make its own. Jac. Fos. That has a noble sound; but 'tis a
A music most impressive, but too transient: The mind is much, but is not all. The mind Hath nerved me to endure the risk of death, And torture positive, far worse than death (If death be a deep sleep), without a groan, Or with a cry which rather shamed my judges
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