Pri. Could words express the story I've to tell you, But use me as my dealings may deserve, And I may prove a friend. Duke. The slave capitulates; Give him the tortures. Jaf. That you dare not do; Your fear wont let you, nor the longing itch Acts of itself, ne'er asks the body's counsel. Jaf. For myself full pardon, Besides the lives of two-and-twenty friends, Whose names are here enroll'd. Nay, let their crimes The thing I ask be ratified. And I'll unfold the secret of Duke. Propose the oath. Jaf. By all the hopes Swear this, your danger. Ye have of peace and happiness hereafter, Swear. Ye swear? All Sen. We swear. (All the Council bow.) Jaf. And, as ye keep the oath, May you and your posterity be bless'd Or curs'd for ever. All Sen. Else be curs'd for ever. (They bow again.) Jaf. Then here's the list, and with't the full disclose Of all that threatens you. (Delivers a paper to the Officer, who gives it to the DUKE.) Now, fate, thou hast caught me. Duke. Give order that all diligent search be made To seize these men; their characters are public. To be at the house of a fam'd Grecian courtezan, You, Jaffier, must with patience bear till morning Jaf. Would the chains of death Had bound me safe, ere I had known this minute! Jaf. Sir, if possible, Lead me where my own thoughts themselves may me; Where I may doze out what I've left of life, lose [Exit, guarded. Offi. (Without.) More traitors; room, room! make room there! Duke. How's this? guards! Where are your guards? treason's Already at our doors. Shut up the gates; the Enter Officer with PIERRE in fetters. Offi. My lords, more traitors, Seiz'd in the very act of consultation; Furnish'd with arms, and instruments of mischief. If (As you are pleas'd to call yourselves) of Venice; you sit here to guide the course of justice, Why these disgraceful chains upon the limbs That have so often labour'd in your service? Are these the wreaths of triumph ye bestow On those that bring you conquest home, and honours? Duke. Go on; you shall be heard, sir. Pier. Are these the trophies I've deserv'd for fighting Your battles with confederated powers? When winds and seas conspir'd to overthrow you; And brought the fleets of Spain to your own harbours; When you, great duke, shrunk trembling in your palace, And saw your wife, the Adriatic, plough'd, Like a lewd dame, by bolder prows than yours; To stipulate the terms of sued-for peace? Pier. Yes, and know his virtue. His justice, truth, his general worth, and sufferings, Enter JAFFIER, guarded. Pier. My friend, too, bound! nay, then Our fate has conquer'd us, and we must fall. Why droops the man whose welfare's so much mine, They're but one thing? Jaffier, These reverend tyrants, Call us traitors; art thou one, my brother? And gave up All our fair hopes which morning was t'have crown'd, Has this curst tongue o'erthrown. Pier. So, then, all's over. Venice has lost her freedom, I my life. No more farewell! Duke. Say will you make confession Of your vile deeds, and trust the senate's mercy? The curse of growing factions and divisions Still vex your councils, shake your public safety, Hateful to you, as these base chains to me. Duke. Pardon, or death? Pier. Death! honourable death! prisoners. Captain, guard your Jaffier, you're free, but these must wait for judgment. [The Captain takes off JAFFIER's chains. The DUKE and Council go away. The Con spirators, all but JAFFIER and PIERRE go off, guarded. Pier. Come, where's my dungeon? Lead me to my straw: It will not be the first time I've lodg'd hard To do the senate service. Jaf. Hold, one moment. Pier. Who's he disputes the judgment of the senate? Presumptuous rebel! (Strikes JAFFIER.) On! (To Officer.) Jaf. By heav'n, you stir not! I must be heard; I must have leave to speak. But use me as thou wilt, thou canst not wrong me; Pier. What whining monk art thou? what holy cheat, Jaf. Not know me, Pierre ? Pier. No, I know thee not. What art thou? Jaf. Jaffier, thy friend; thy once-loved, valued friend; Though now deservedly scorn'd, and us'd most hardly. Pier. Thou, Jaffier! thou, my once-loved, valued friend! By heavens, thou liest! the man so call'd, my friend, Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valiant; Dear to my eyes, and tender to my heart: But thou, a wretched, base, false, worthless coward, not. Pier. Hast thou not wrong'd me? thyself That once-loved, valued friend of mine, Dar'st thou call And swear thou hast not wrong'd me? Whence these chains? Whence the vile death which I may meet this moment? Whence this dishonour, but from thee, thou false one? Jaf. All's true, yet grant one thing, and I've done asking. Pier. What's that? Jaf. To take thy life, on such conditions The council have propos'd: thou and thy friends Pier. Life! ask my life! confess! record myself And carry up and down this curs'd city, To lose it, may be, at last, in a lewd quarrel For some new friend, treacherous and false as thou art! No, this vile world and I have long been jangling, And cannot part on better terms than now, When only men, like thee, are fit to live in't. Jaf. By all that's just Pier. Swear by some other powers, For thou hast broke that sacred oath too lately. Jaf. Then, by that hell I merit, I'll not leave thee, Till to thyself at least thou'rt reconcil'd, However thy resentment deal with me. 2 |