Sar. Is lost? Enter SARDANAPALUS and Soldiers. 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, Offi. Signor! the boat is at the shore-the wind Doge. Once more, father, Take it. Alas! how thine own trembles ! Jac. Fos. No-you mistake; 'tis yours that shakes, Fac. Fos. My eyes swim strangely-where's the door? Mar. Now, I'm ready— Away! Let me support him-my best love! Oh, God! How faintly beats this heart—this pulse! Fac. Fos. Is it the light?—I am faint. The light! Mar. There's death in that damp clammy grasp. Oh, God !-My Foscari, how fare you? Jac. Fos. Well! [He dies. Offi. He's gone! Doge. He's free. Mar. No-no, he is not dead; There must be life yet in that heart-he could not Thus leave me. Doge. Mar. Daughter! Hold thy peace, old man! I am no daughter now-thou hast no son. Oh, Foscari ! Offi. We must remove the body. 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 While he lived, he was theirs, as fits a subject- Mar. And I must live! [Exit Officer. Doge. Your children live, Marina. Mar. My children! true-they live, and I must live 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. My unhappy children! What! You feel it then at last-you!-Where is now Doge (throwing himself down by the body). Here! I thought you had no tears-you hoarded them CAIN AND LUCIFER IN THE ABYSS OF SPACE. (CAIN, Act ii. Scene 1.) Cain. Oh, god, or demon, or whate'er thou art, Is yon our earth? Lucifer. Dost thou not recognise Can it be? The dust which form'd your father? Cain. 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 Which are around us; and, as we move on, Lucifer. And if there should be Worlds greater than thine own, inhabited By greater things, and they themselves far more All living, and all doom'd to death, and wretched, Cain. Which knew such things, Lucifer. I should be proud of thought But if that high thought were Link'd to a servile mass of matter, and, Knowing such things, aspiring to such things, To lure thee on to the renewal of Fresh souls and bodies, all foredoom'd to be Cain. Spirit! I Know nought of death, save as a dreadful thing No less than life; a heritage not happy, Lucifer. Thou canst not The Other All die-there is what must survive. Cain. Spake not of this unto my father, when He shut him forth from Paradise, with death |