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Bar. Humanity! Lor. Because his son is dead? Bar. And yet unburied. Lor. Had we known this when The act was passing, it might have suspended

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once past.

Its passage, but impedes it not

Bar. I'll not consent.
Lor.
You have consented to
All that's essential - leave the rest to me.
Bar. Why press this abdication now?
Lor.
The feelings
Of private passion may not interrupt
The public benefit; and what the state
Decides to-day must not give way before
To-morrow for a natural accident.

Bar. You have a son.
Lor. I have and had a father.
Bar. Still so inexorable?
Lor.

Still.

Bar. But let him Inter his son before we press upon him This edict.

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Lor. Let him call up into life My sire and uncle-I consent. Men may,

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Lor. The Romans (and we ape them) gave a crown

To him who took a city; and they gave
A crown to him who saved a citizen
In battle: the rewards are equal. Now,
If we should measure forth the cities taken
By the Doge Foscari, with citizens

Destroy'd by him, or through him, the ac

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Were fearfully against him, although narrow'd

To private havoc, such as between him
And my dead father.
Bar.
Are you then thus fix'd?
Lor. Why, what should change me?
Bar.
That which changes me:
But you, I know, are marble to retain
A feud. But when all is accomplish'd,
when

The old man is deposed, his name degraded,
His sons all dead, his family depress'd,
And you and yours triumphant, shall you
sleep?

Lor. More soundly.

Bar. That's an error, and you'll find it Ere you sleep with fathers. your Lor. They sleep not In their accelerated graves, nor will Till Foscari fills his. Each night I see them

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Stalk frowning round my couch, and, pointing towards

The ducal palace, marshal me to vengeance. Bar. Fancy's distemperature! There is no passion

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More spectral or fantastical than Hate; Not even its opposite, Love, so peoples air With phantoms, as this madness of the heart.

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ACT V

SCENE I

The DOGE's Apartment.

The DOGE and Attendants.

Att. My lord, the deputation is in waiting; But add, that if another hour would better Accord with your will, they will make it theirs.

Doge. To me all hours are alike. Let them approach. [Erit Attendant. An Officer. Prince! I have done your bidding. Doge. What command ? Offi. A melancholy one — tendance

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Begin to fail in apprehension, and
Wax very old old almost as my years.
Till now I fought them off, but they be-
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To overtake me.

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Mar. They tortured from him. This May be pure patriotism. I am a woman: To me my husband and my children were Country and home. I loved him how I loved him!

I have seen him pass through such an ordeal as The old martyrs would have shrunk from: he is gone,

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And I, who would have given my blood for
him,
Have nought to give but tears! But could
I compass

Well,

The retribution of his wrongs!
well;

I have sons, who shall be men.
Doge.
Your grief distracts you.
Mar. I thought I could have borne it,
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Bow'd down by such oppression; yes, I thought

That I would rather look upon his corse Than his prolong'd captivity; - I punish'd

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For that thought now.
his grave!

Doge. I must look on him once more.
Mar.
Come with me!

Doge. Is he
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Doge. And he is in his shroud!
Mar.

Come, come, old man! [Exeunt the Doge and MARINA.

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Three days are left you to remove fro hence,

Under the penalty to see confiscated
All your own private fortune.
Doge.
That last clause,

I am proud to say, would not enrich the treasury.

Chief of the Ten. Your answer, Duke! Lor. Your answer, Francis Foscari ! Doge. If I could have foreseen that my old age

Was prejudicial to the state, the chief
Of the republic never would have shown 180
Himself so far ungrateful, as to place
His own high dignity before his country;
But this life having been so many years
Not useless to that country, I would fain
Have consecrated my last moments to her.
But the decree being render'd, I obey.

Chief of the Ten. If you would have the three days named extended, We willingly will lengthen them to eight, As sign of our esteem.

Doge. Not eight hours, signor, Nor even eight minutes- -There's the ducal ring, [Taking off his ring and cap. And there the ducal diadem. And so 191 The Adriatic 's free to wed another.

Chief of the Ten. Yet go not forth so quickly.

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Doge.

I am old, sir, And even to move but slowly must begin To move betimes. Methinks I see amongst

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A face I know not Senator! your name, You, by your garb, Chief of the Forty! Mem.

Signor,

I am the son of Marco Memmo.

Doge.

Ah! Your father was my friend. But sons and fathers!

What, ho! my servants there!

My prince!

Atten.

Doge.
No prince-
There are the princes of the prince!
[Pointing to the Ten's Deputation.]
Prepare

To part from hence upon the instant.
Chief of the Ten.

So rashly? 't will give scandal.
Doge.

It is your province. - Sirs, selves: There is one burthen which I

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Why

Answer that; [To the Ten.

bestir your[To the Servants. beg you bear

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