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Lurks in the present institutes of Venice: Bert. You have been deeply wrong'd, All these men were my friends; I loved

and now shall be them, they

Nobly avenged before another night. Requited honourably my regards;

Doge. I had borne all-it hurt me, but We served and fought; we smiled and wept

I bore itin concert;

Till this last running-over of the cup We revell d or we sorrow'd side by side; Of bitterness - until this last loud insult, We made alliances of blood and marriage; Not only unredress’d, but sanction'd; then, We grew in years and honours fairly, till And thus, I cast all further feelings from me Their own desire, not my ambition, made The feelings which they crush'd for me, Them choosc me for their prince, and then long, long farewell!

Before, even in their oath of false allegiance! Farewell all social memory! all thoughts Even in that very hour and vow, they In common! and sweet bonds which link

abjured old friendships,

Their friend and made a sovereign, as boys When the survivors of long years and

make actions,

Playthings, to do their pleasure and be Which now belong to history,soothe the days

broken! Which yet remain by treasuring each other, I from that honr have seen but senators And never meet, but each beholds the mirror In dark suspicious conflict with the Doge, Of half a century on his brother's brow, Brooding with him in mutual hate and fear; And sees a hundred beings, now in earth, They dreading he should snatch the tyranny Flit round them whispering of the days From out their grasp, and he abhorring gone by,

tyrants. And seeming not all dead, as long as two To me, then, these men have no private life, Of the brave, joyous, reckless, glorious band, Nor claim to ties they have cut off from Which once were one and many, still retain

others; A breath to sigh for them, a tongue to speak As senators for arbitrary acts Of deeds that else were silent, save on Amenable, I look on them marble

Let them be dealt npon. Oime! Oime!and must I do this deed ? Cal. And now to action! Bert. My lord, you are much moved : Hence, brethren, to our posts, and may it is not now

this be That such things must be dwelt upon. The last night of mere words: I'd fain be Doge. Your patience

doing ! A moment - I recede not: mark with me Saint Mark's great bell at dawn shall find The gloomy vices of this government.

me wakeful! From the hour that made me Doge, the Doge Bert. Disperse then to your posts ; be THEY made me

firm and vigilant; Farewell the past! I died to all that had been, Think on the wrongs we bear, the rights Or rather they to me: no friends, no kindness,

we claim. No privacy of life, all were cut off: This day and night shall be the last of peril! They came not near me, such approach Watch for the signal, and then march. 1 go gave umbrage;

To join my band; let each be prompt to They could not love me, such was not

marshal the law;

His separate charge: the Doge will now They thwarted me, 'twas the state's policy; They baffled me, 'twas a patrician's duty; To the palace to prepare all for the blow, They wrong’d me, for such was to right We part to meet in freedom and in glors! the state;

Cal. Doge, when I greet you nert, my They could not right me, that would give homage to you suspicion;

Shall be the head of Steno on this sword! So that I was a slave to my own subjects; Doge. No; let him be reserved unto the So that I was a foe to my own friends;

last, Begirt with spies for guards- with robes Nor turn aside to strike at such a prev, for power

Till nobler game is quarried; bis oflence With pomp for freedom - gaolers for a Was a mere ebullition of the vice, council

The general corruption generated Inquisitors for friends-- and hell for life! By the foul aristocracy; he conld notI had one only fount of quiet left, He dared not in more honourable day: And that they poison’d! My pure household- Have riskd it! I have merged all private gods

wrath Where shiver'd on my hearth, and o'er Against him, in the thought of our great their shrine

purpose. Sate grinning Ribaldry and snecring Scorn. A slave insults me-l require his punishment


pose, nor

From his proud master's hands; if he refuse it, (The rebel's oracle-- the people's tribune The offence grows his, and let him answer it. I blame you not, you act in your vocation ; Cal. Yet, as the immediate cause of the They smote you, and oppress’d you, and alliance

despised you; Which consecrates our undertaking more, So they have me: but you ne'er spake with I owe him such deep gratitude, that fain

them ; I would repay him as he merits; may I? You never broke their bread, nor shared Doge. You would but lop the hand, and

their salt; I the head;

You never had their wine-cup at your lips; You would but smite the scholar, I the You grew not up with them, nor laugh’d, master;

nor wept, • You would but punish Steno, I the senate. Nor held a revel in their company; I cannot pause on individual hate,

Ne'er smiled to see them smile, nor claim'd In the absorbing, sweeping, whole revenge,

their sinile Which, like the sheeted fire from heaven, In social interchange for yours, nor trusted must blast

Nor wore them in your heart of hearts, as Without distinction, as it fell of yore,

I have: Where the Dead Sea hath quench'd two These hairs of mine aregray,and so are theirs, cities' ashes.

The elders of the council; I remember Bert. Away, then, to your posts! I but when all our locks were like the raven's reinain

wing, A moment to accompany the Doge As we went forth to take our prey around To our late place of trust, to see no spies The isles wrung from the false Mahometan: Have been upon the scout, and thence I hasten And can I see them dabbled o’er with blood? To where my allotted band is under arms. Each stab to them will seem my suicide. Cal. Farewell, then, until dawn.

Bert. Doge! Doge! this vacillation is Bert. Success go with you!

unworthy Consp. We will not fail-away! My lord, A child; if you are not in second childhood, farewell!

Call back your nerves to your own pur(The Conspirators salute the Dogs

and IsraeL BERTUCCIO, and retire, Thus shame yourself and me. By heavens ! headed by PHILIP CALENDARO.

I'd rather The Doge and ISRAEL BERTUCCo Forego even now, or fail in our intent, remain.

Than see the man I venerate subside Bert. We have them in the toil--it can- From high resolves into such shallow not fail !

weakness ! Now thou 'rt indeed a sovereign, and wilt You have seen blood in battle, shed it, both make

Your own and that of others; can you shrink A name immortal greater than the greatest:

then Free citizens have struck at kings ere now; From a few drops from veins of hoary Cesars have fallen, and even patrician hands vampires, Have crush'd dictators, as the popular steel Who but give back what they have drain'd Has reach'd patricians; but until this hour,

from millions ? What prince has plotted for his people's Doge. Bear with me! Step by step, and freedom?

blow on blow, Or risk'd a life to liberate his subjects ? I will divide with you; think not I waver: For ever, and for ever, they conspire Ah! no; it is the certainty of all Against the people, to abuse their hands Which I must do doth make me tremble thus. To chains, but laid aside to carry weapons But let these last and lingering thoughts Against the fellow-nations, so that yoke ou yoke, and slavery and death may whet, To which you only and the Night aro Not glut, the never-gorged Leviathan!

conscious, Now, my lord, to our enterprise ; 'tis great, And both regardless; when the hour arrives, And greater the reward; why stand you rapt? 'Tis mine to sound the knell, and strike the A moment back, and you were all impatience! blow, Doge. And is it then decided ? must they which shall unpeople many palaces, die?

And hew the highest genealogic trees

Down to earth, strew'd with their bleeding Doge. My own friends by blood and fruit, courtesy,

And crush their blossoms into barrenness; deeds and days -- the senators ? This will l-must l- have I sworn to do, Bert. You pass’d their sentence, and it Nor aught can turn me from my destiny; is a just one.

But still I quiver to behold what I so it seems, and so it is to you ; Must be, and think what I have been ! patriot, plebeian Gracchus

Bear with me.

have way,

Bert. Who?



Doge. Ay,

You are a


Bert. Roman your breast; I feel no There came a heaviness across my heart, such remorse,

Which in the lightest movement of the dance, I understand it not: why should you change? Though eye to eye, and hand in hand united You acted, and you act on your free will. Even with the lady of my love, oppress'd me, Doge. Ay, there it is—you feel not, nor and through my spirit chill'd my blood, do i,

until Else I should stab thee on the spot, to save A damp like death rose o'er my brow; I A thousand lives, and, killing, do no murder; You feel not, you go to this butcher-work To laugh the thonght away, but 't would As if these high-born men were steers for

not be; shambles!

Through all the music ringing in my eari When all is over, you'll be free and merry, A knell was sounding as distinct and clear, And calmly wash those hands incarnadine; Though low and far, as e'er the Adrian wave But I, outgoing thee and all thy fellows Rose o’er the city's murmur in the night, In this surpassing massacre, shall be, Dashing against the outward Lido's bulwark; Shall see, and feel - Oh God! oh God! 'tis So that I left the festival before true,

It reach'd its zenith, and will woo my pillow And thou dost well to answer that it was For thoughts more tranquil,or forgetfulness

. "My own free will and act;” and yet you err, Antonio, take my inask and cloak, and light For I will do this! Doubt not-fear not; I The lamp within my chamber. Will be your most unmerciful accomplice! Antonio. Yes, my lord : And yet I act no more on my free will, Command you no refreshment ? Nor my own feelings—both compel me back; Lioni. Nought, save sleep, But there is hell within me and around, Which will not be commanded. Let me And like the demon who believes and

hope it,

[Erit Antonio. trembles

Though my breast feels too anxious; I Must I abhor and do. Away! Away!

will try Get thee unto thy fellows, I will hie me Whether the air will calm my spirits : "tis To gather the retainers of our house. A goodly night; the cloudy wind which Doubt not, Saint Mark's great bell shall

blew wake all Venice,

From the Levant hath crept into its cave, Except her slaughter'd senate: ere the sun And the broad moon has brightend. What Be broad upon the Adriatic, there

a stillness! (Goes to an open lattice. Shall be a voice of weeping, which shall and what a contrast with the scene I left

. drown

Where the tall torches' glare, and silver The roar of waters in the cry of blood !

lamps' I am resolved - come on.

More pallid gleam along the tapestried Bert. With all my soul!

walls, Keep a firm rein upon these bursts of passion; Spread over the reluctant gloom which Remember what these men have dealt to thee,

haunts And that this sacrifice will be succeeded Those vast and dimly-latticed galleries By ages of prosperity and freedom A dazzling mass of artificial light, To this unshackled city: a true tyrant Which show'd all things, but nothing as Would have depopulated empires, nor

they were. Have felt the strange compunction which There Age essaying to recal the past, hath wrung you

After long striving for the hues of youth To punish a few traitors to the people! At the sad labour of the toilet, and Trust me, such were a pity more misplaced Full many a glance at the too faithful Than the late mercy of the state to Steno

mirror, Doge. Man, thou hast struck upon the Prankt forth in all the pride of ornament, chord which jars

Forgot itself, and trusting to the falsehood All nature from my heart. Hence to our or the indulgent beams, which show, yet task!



Believed itself forgotten, and was foold. ACT IV.

There Youth, which needed not, nor thought

of such SCENE 1.— Palazzo of the Patrician Lioni. Vain adjuncts, lavish'd its true bloom, and Lioni laying aside the mask and cloak

health, which the Venetian Nobles wore in public, And bridal beauty, in the unwholesome press attended by a Domestic.

Of flush'd and crowded wassailers, and

wasted Lioni. I will to rest, right weary of this Its hours of rest in dreaming this was revel,

pleasure, The gayest we have held for many moons, and so shall waste them till the sunrise And yet, I hnow not why, it cheer'd me not; streams


On sallow cheeks and sunken eyes, which | To let in love through music, nakes his should not

heart Have worn this aspect yet for many a year. Thrill like his lyre-strings at the sight;The music, and the banquet, and the wine

the dash The garlands, the rose-odours, and the Phosphoric of the oar, or rapid twinkle flowers-

Of the far lights of skimming gondolas, The sparkling eyes and flashing ornaments - And the responsive voices of the choir The white arms and the raven hair, the Of boatmen answering back with versc for braids

verse ; And bracelets ; swanlike bosoms, and the Some dusky shadow chequering the Rialto; necklace,

Some glimmering palace-roof, or tapering An India in itself, yet dazzling not

spire, The eye like what it circled; the thin robes Are all the sights and sounds which here Floating like light clouds 'twixt our gaze and heaven;

The ocean-born and earth-commanding city; Themany-twinkling feet so small and sylph- How sweet and soothing is this hour of calm! like,

I thank thee, Night! for thou hast chased Suggesting the more secret symmetry

away Of the fair forms which terminate so well – Those horrid bodements which, amidst the All the delusion of the dizzy scene,

throng, Its false and true enchantments - art and I could not dissipate: and with the blessing nature,

Of thy benign and quiet influence, Which swam before my giddy eyes, that Now will I to my couch, although to rest drank

Is almost wronging such a night as thisThe sight of beauty as the parch'd pilgrim's

[A knocking is heard from without. On Arab sands the false mirage, which offers Hark! what is that? or who at such a A lucid lake to his eluded thirst,

moment? Are gone. — Around we are the stars and

Enter ANTONIO, watersWorlds mirror'd in the ocean, goodlier sight

Antonio. My lord, a man without, on Than torches glared back by a gaudy glass;

urgent business, And the great element, which is to space Implores to be admitted. What ocean is to earth, spreads its blue Lioni. Is he a stranger ? depths,

Antonio. His face is muffled in his cloak, Sostend with the first breathings of the

but both spring;

His voice and gestures seem familiar to me; The high moon sails upon her beauteous I craved his name, but this he seem'd way,

reluctant Serenely smoothing o'er the lofty walls To trust, save to yourself; most earnestly Of those tall piles and sea-girt palaces,

He sues to be permitted to approach you. Whose porphyry pillars, and whose costly Lioni. Tis a strange hour, and a suspifronts,

cious bearing! Fraught with the orient spoil of many And yet there is slight peril: 'tis not in marbles,

Their houses noble men are struck at; still, Like altars ranged along the broad canal, Although I know not that I have a foe Seem each a trophy of some mighty deed

In Venice, 'twill be wise to use some caution. Reard up from out the waters, scarce less Admit him, and retire; but call up quickly strangely

Some of thy fellows,who may wait without. Than those more massy and mysterious Who can this man be?

giants Of architecture, those Titanian fabrics,

[Erit Antonio, and returns with BERTRAN Which point in Egypt's plains to times that

muffled. have

Bertram. My good lord Lioni, So other record. All is gentle: nought I have no time to lose, nor thou, dismiss Stirs rndely; but, congenial with the night, This menial hence; I would be private Whatever walks is gliding like a spirit. The tinklings of some vigilant guitars Lioni. It seems the voice of Bertram-go, Of sleepless lovers to a wakeful mistress, Antonio.

[Erit Antonio. And cautious opening of the casement, Now, stranger, what would you at such showing

an hour? That he is not unheard ; while her young

Bertram (discovering himself). A boon, hand,

my noble patron; you have granted Fair as the moonlight of which it seems part, Many to your poor client, Bertram ; add So delicately white, it trembles in This one, and make him happy. The act of opening the forbidden lattice, Lioni. Thou hast known me

with you.

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From boyhood, ever ready to assist thee Lioni. I am indeed already lost in wonder;
In all fair objects of advancement, which Surely thou ravest! what have I to dread?
Beseem one of thy station; I would promise Who are my foes ? or if there be such, why
Ere thy request was heard, but that the hour, Art thou leagued with them?—thou! or if
Thy bearing, and this strange and hurried so leagued,

Why comest thou to tell me at this hour,
Of suing, gives me to suspect this visit And not before ?
Hath some mysterious import—but say on-

Bertram. I cannot answer this. What has occurred, some rash and sudden Wilt thou go forth despite of this true broil?

warning ? A cup too much, a scuffle, and a stab? - Lioni. I was not born to shrink from Mere things of every day; so that thou

idle threats, hast not

The cause of which I know not: at the hour Spilt noble blood, I guarantee thy safety; Of council, be it soon or late, I shall not But then thou must withdraw, for angry Be found among the absent. friends

Bertram. Say not so! And relatives, in the first burst of vengeance, Once more, art thou determined to go forth? Are things in Venice deadlier than the laws. Lioni. I am ; nor is there aught which Bertram. My lord, I thank you; but

shall impede me! Lioni. But what? You have not

Bertram. Then Heaven have mercy on Raised a rash hand against one of our order? thy soul!- Farewell! (Going If withdraw and fly, and own it not; Lioni. Stay-there is more in this than I would not slay-but then I must not save my own safety thee!

Which makes me call thee back; we must He who has shed patrician blood

not part thus: Bertram. I come

Bertram, I have known thee long. To save patrician blood, and not to shed it! Bertram. From childhood, signor, And thereunto I must be speedy, for You have been my protector: in the days Each minute lost may lose a life: since Time of reckless infancy, when rank forgets. Has changed his slow scythe for the two-Or, rather, is not yet taught to remember edged sword,

Its cold prerogative, we play'd together; And is about to take, instead of sand, Our sports, our smiles, our tears, were The dust from sepulchres to fill his hour

mingled oft; glass !

My father was your father's client, I Go not thou forth to-morrow!

His son's scarce less than foster-brother; Lioni. Wherefore not?

years What means this menace?

Saw us together-happy, heart-full hours!Bertram. Do not seek its meaning, Oh God! the difference 'twixt those hours But do as I implore thee; --stir not forth,

and this ! Whate'er be stirring; though the roar of Lioni. Bertram, 'tis thou who hast forcrowds

gotten them. The cry of women, and the shrieks of babes - Bertram. Nor now, nor ever; whatsoeoer The groans of men—the clash of arms -- the betide, sound

I would have saved you: when to maiof rolling drum, shrill trump, and hol w

hood's growth bell,

We sprung, and you, devoted to the state, Peal in one wide alarum!-Go not forth As suits your station, the more humble Until the tocsin 's silent, nor even then

Bertram Till I return!

Was left unto the labours of the humble, Lioni. Again, what does this mean? Still you forsook me not; and if my fortunes Bertram. Again, I tell thee, ask not; Have not been towering, 'twas no fault of him but by all

Who oft-times rescued and supported me Thou holdest dear on earth or heaven- When struggling with the tides of circum

stance The souls of thy great fathers, and thy hope which bear away the weaker: noble blood To emulate them, and to leave behind Ne'er mantled in a nobler heart than thine Descendants worthy both of them and thee- Has proved to ine, the poor plebeian Bertram. By all thou hast of blest in hope or memory, Would that thy fellow-senators were like By all thou hast to fear here or hereafter

thee! By all the good deeds thou hast done to me, Lioni. Why, what hast thou to say Good I would now repay with greater against the senate? good,

Bertram. Nothing. Remain within-trust to thy household gods Lioni. I know that there are angry spirits And to my word for safety, if thou dost And turbulent inutterers of stified ireason

nw counsel – but if not, thou art lost!/ Who lark in narrow places, and walk out

by all

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