MARINO FALIERO, DOGE OF VENICE. I am devoted unto God alone, Come! The priest is robed, the scimitar is bare, Ben. Yes, Doge, thou hast lived and thou A sovereign; till the moment which precedes fall As falls the lion by the hunters, girt By those who feel a proud compassion for thee, SCENE II.-The Doge's Apartment. By strange delay, and arrogant reply Thence pointing to the Host, which had fallen He turn'd to me, and said, "The hour will come thee: The wisdom shall be shaken from thy soul, A madness of the heart shall seize upon thee, By penitence, for that which thou hast done? much That I remember'd them amid the maze I could not change, and would not fear. -Nay more, Thou canst not have forgot, what all remember, Doge. Now, that the priest is gone, 'twere Between the pillars of Saint Mark's, where 'tis useless all To linger out the miserable minutes; But one pang more, the pang of parting from And I will leave the few last grains of sand Ang. Alas! cause; And for this funeral marriage, this black union, Doge. Not so; there was that in my spirit ever In memory, and yet they live in annals: The custom of the state to put to death And yet I find a comfort in fate: For I would rather yield to gods than men, Ang. Employ the minutes left in aspirations Doge. I am at peace: the peace of certainty Convey'd the Host aroused my rash young anger A hissing and a scoff unto the nations, A Carthage, and a Tyre, an Ocean Babel. Ang. Speak not thus now: the surge of passion still Sweeps o'er thee to the last; thou dost deceive Ay, palpable as I see thy sweet face Guard [coming forward]. Doge of Venice, The Ten are in attendance on your highness. Doge. Then farewell, Angiolina !—one embrace Forgive the old man who hath been to thee name, Which generally leave some flowers to bloom She has no breath, no pulse!--Guards! lend your aid I cannot leave her thus, and yet 'tis better, mine Shall be ere she recovers.-Gently tend her, And take my last thanks-I am ready now. [The Attendants of ANGIOLINA enter, and surround their Mistress, who has fainted. -Exeunt the DOGE, Guards, &c. &c. SCENE III. The Court of the Ducal Palace; the outer gates are shut against the people.The DOGE enters in his ducal robes, in procession with the Council of Ten and other Patricians, attended by the Guards, till they arrive at the top of the "Giants' Staircase" (where the Doges took the oaths); the Execu tioner is stationed there with his sword. On arriving, a Chief of the Ten takes off the ducal cap from the DOGE's head. Doge. So now the Doge is nothing, and at last I am again Marino Faliero : 'Tis well to be so, though but for a moment. Here was I crown'd, and here, bear witness, Heaven! With how much more contentment I resign That shining mockery, the ducal bauble, Than I received the fatal ornament. One of the Ten. Thou tremblest, Faliero! Doge. * 'Tis with age then.' Ben. Faliero! hast thou aught further to commend, Compatible with justice, to the senate? mercy, My consort to their justice; for methinks My death, and such a death, might settle all Between the state and me. Ben. They shall be cared for; Even notwithstanding thine unheard-of crime. Doge. Unheard of! ay, there's not a history But shows a thousand crown'd conspirators Against the people; but to set them free, One sovereign only died, and one is dying. Ben. And who were they who fell in such a cause? Doge. The King of Sparta and the Doge of Venice Thou may'st: But recollect the people are without, Doge. I speak to Time and to Eternity, Ye winds! which flutter'd o'er as if you loved it, And fill'd my swelling sails as they were wafted To many a triumph! Thou, my native earth, Which I have bled for! and thou, foreign earth, Which drank this willing blood from many a wound! Ye stones, in which my gore will not sink, but Reek up to heaven! Ye skies, which will receive it! Thou sun! which shinest on these things, and Thou! Who kindlest and who quenchest suns!- I am not innocent-but are these guiltless? On her and hers for ever!-Yes, the hours same reproach on his way to execution, in the earliest part of their revolution. I find in reading over (since the completion of this tragedy), for the first time these six years, Venice Preserved, a similar reply on a different occasion by Renault, and other coincidences arising from the subject. I need hardly remind the gentlest reader that such coincidences must be accidental from the very facility of their detection by reference to so popular a play on the stage, and in the closet, as Otway's chef d'auvre. MARINO FALIERO, DOGE OF VENICE. And sold, and be an appanage to those Then, when the few who still retain a wreck Even in the palace where they slew their sovereign, Proud of some name they have disgraced, or sprung From an adultress boastful of her guilt Despised by cowards for greater cowardice, All thine inheritance shall be her shame Vice without splendour, sin without relief Youth without honour, age without respect, not murmur, * Should the dramatic picture seem harsh, let the reader look to the historical of the period prophesied, or rather of the few years preceding that period. Voltaire calculated their "nostre bene merite meretrici" at 12,000 of regulars, without including volunteers and local militia, on what authority I know not; but it is perhaps the only part of the population not decreased. Venice once contained 200,000 inhabitants; there are now about 90,000, and these! Few individuals can conceive, and none could describe, the actual state into which the more than infernal tyranny of Austria has plunged this unhappy city. The chief palaces on the Brenta now belong to the Jews, who, in the earlier times of the Republic, were only allowed to inhabit Mestri, and not to enter the city of Venice. The whole commerce is in the hands of the Jews and Greeks, and the Huns from the garrison. 241 *Of the first fifty Doges, five abdicated, five were banished with their eyes put out, five were massacred, and nine deposed; so that nineteen out of fifty lost the throne by violence, besides two who fell in battle-this occurred long previous to the reign of Marino Faliero. One of his more immediate predecessors, Andrea Dandolo, died of vexation; Marino Faliero himself perished as related. Amongst his successors, Foscari, after seeing his son repeatedly tortured and banished, was deposed, and died of breaking a blood-vessel, on hearing the bell of Saint Mark's toll for the election of his succes sor. Morosini was impeached for the loss of Candia; but this was previous to his dukedom, during which he conquered the Morea, and was styled the Peloponnesian. Faliero might truly say, "Thou den of drunkards with the blood of princes!" Q Now-now-he kneels-and now they form a Weapons, and forced them! circle Round him, and all is hidden-but I see The lifted sword in air- -Ah! hark! it falls! [The people murmur. Third Cit. Then they have murder'd him who would have freed us. Fourth Cit. He was a kind man to the com Sixth Cit. Are you sure he's dead? First Cit. I saw the sword fall-Lo! what have we here? [Enter on the Balcony of the Palace which fronts St Mark's Place a CHIEF OF THE TEN, with a bloody sword. He waves it thrice before the People, and exclaims, "Justice hath dealt upon the mighty Traitor!" [The gates are opened; the populace rush in towards the "Giants' Staircase," where the execution has taken place. The foremost of them exclaims to those behind, "The gory head rolls down the Giants' Steps!" [The curtain falls. "And it came to pass.... that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair: and they took them wives of all which they chose."-GEN. vi. 1, 2. PART I. SCENE I.-A woody and mountainous district near Mount Ararat.-Time, Midnight. Enter ANAH and AHOLIBAMAH. I am glad he is not. I cannot outlive him. Of the poor child of clay which so adored him, Anah. Our father sleeps: it is the hour when Less terrible: but yet I pity him; Who love us are accustom'd to descend Aho. Our invocation. Let us proceed upon But the stars are hidden. I tremble. Aho. So do I, but not with fear My sister, though I love Azaziel more than--oh! too much!What was I going to say? my heart grows impious. Aho. And where is the impiety of loving Celestial natures? Anah. But, Aholibamah, I love our God less since His angel loved me: Marry, and bring forth dust! Anah. His grief will be of ages, or at least Aho. Rather say, That he will single forth some other daughter him, Better thus than that he should weep for me. Thou canst not tell-and never be The archangeis, said to be seven in number, hierarchy. I should have loved and to occupy the eighth rank in the celestial Azaziel not less, were he mortal; yet |