« AnteriorContinuar »
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
Its passage, but impedes it not
Bar. I'll not consent.
Bar. You have a son.
Bar. But let him Inter his son before we press upon him This edict.
Lor. Let him call up into life My sire and uncle-I consent. Men may,
Lor. The Romans (and we ape them) gave a crown
To him who took a city; and they gave
Destroy'd by him, or through him, the ac
Were fearfully against him, although narrow'd
To private havoc, such as between him
The old man is deposed, his name degraded,
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
Stalk frowning round my couch, and, pointing towards
The ducal palace, marshal me to vengeance. Bar. Fancy's distemperature! There is no passion
More spectral or fantastical than Hate; Not even its opposite, Love, so peoples air With phantoms, as this madness of the heart.
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
to call the at
Doge. True true true: I crave your pardon. I
Begin to fail in apprehension, and
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,
And I, who would have given my blood for
The retribution of his wrongs!
I have sons, who shall be men.
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
Would I were in
For that thought now.
Doge. I must look on him once more.
Doge. Is he
Come, come, old man! [Exeunt the Doge and MARINA.
Three days are left you to remove fro hence,
Under the penalty to see confiscated
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
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.
I am old, sir, And even to move but slowly must begin To move betimes. Methinks I see amongst
A face I know not Senator! your name, You, by your garb, Chief of the Forty! Mem.
I am the son of Marco Memmo.
Ah! Your father was my friend. But sons and fathers!
What, ho! my servants there!
To part from hence upon the instant.
So rashly? 't will give scandal.
It is your province. - Sirs, selves: There is one burthen which I
Answer that; [To the Ten.
bestir your[To the Servants. beg you bear