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"Thou die? thou kill my friend?
"Or thou? with that lean, withered, wretched face! "
Away, disperse all to your several charges,
And meet to-morrow, where your honour calls you.

_[Retiring to M. D. _

I'll bring that man whose blood you so much thirst for,
And you shall see him venture for you fairly--
Hence, hence, I say!

_Spin. _ I fear we've been to blame,
And done too much.

_Theo. _ 'Twas too far urged against the man you love

_Elliot. _ Forgive us, gallant friend.

_Pierre. _ _[Advancing. ]_ Nay, now you've found
The way to melt, and cast me as you will.
I 'll fetch this friend, and give him to your mercy;
Nay, he shall die, if you will take him from me;
For your repose, I'll quit my heart's best jewel;
But would not have him torn away by villains,
And spiteful villainy.

_Spin. _ _[And other Conspirators stand, R. ]_ No; may ye both
Forever live, and fill the world with fame!

_Pierre. _ Now, you're too kind. Whence arose all this discord?
Oh! what a dangerous precipice have we 'scaped!
How near a fall was all we'd long been building!
What an eternal blot had stained our glories,
If one, the bravest and the best of men,
Had fall'n a sacrifice to rash suspicion,
Butchered by those, whose cause he came to cherish!
Oh, could you know him all, as I have known him,
How good he is, how just, how true, how brave,
You would not leave this place, till you had seen him,
And gained remission for the worst of follies.
Come but to-morrow, all your doubts shall end,
And to your loves, me better recommend,
That I've preserved your fame, and saved my friend.

_[Exeunt Conspirators, R. , Pierre L_

END OF ACT III.




ACT IV.

_Scene I. --A Street. _

_Enter Belvidera and Jaffier, L. _

_Jaf. _ (L. C. ) Where dost thou lead me? Ev'ry step I move,
Methinks I tread upon some mangled limb
Of a racked friend. Oh, my dear, charming ruin!
Whare are we wandering?

_Bel. _ (R. C. ) To eternal honour!
To do a deed, shall chronicle thy name
Among the glorious legends of those few
That have saved sinking nations. Every street
Shall be adorned with statues to thy honour:
And, at thy feet, this great inscription written--
"Remember him, thai propped the fall of Venice! "

_Jaf. _ Rather, remember him, who, after all
The sacred bonds of oaths, and holier friendship,
In fond compassion to a woman's tears,
Forgot his manhood, virtue, truth, and honour,
To sacrifice the bosom that relieved him.
Why wilt thou damn me?

_Bel. _ Oh, inconstant man!
How will you promise! how will you deceive!
Do, return back, replace me in my bondage,
Tell all thy friends how dangerously thou lov'st me,
And let thy dagger do its bloody office.
Or, if thou think'st it nobler, let me live,
Till I'm a victim to the hateful will
Of that infernal devil!
Last night, my love--

_Jaf. _ Name, name it not again:
Destruction, swift destruction,
Fall on my coward head, if
I forgive him!

_Bel. _ Delay no longer, then, but to the senate,
And tell the dismal'st story ever uttered;
Tell them what bloodshed, rapines, desolations,
Have been prepared;--how near's the fatal hour.
Save thy poor country, save the rev'rend blood
Of all its nobles, which to-morrow's dawn
Must else see shed!

_Jaf. _ Oh!

_Bel. _ Think what then may prove
My lot: the ravisher may then come safe,
And, 'midst the terror of the public ruin,
Do a damned deed.

_Jaf. _ By all Heav'n's powers, prophetic truth dwells in thee!
For every word thou speak'st, strikes through my heart,
Like a new light, and shows it how't has wandered--
Just what thou'st made me, take me, Belvidera,
And lead me to the place, where I'm to say
This bitter lesson; where I must betray
My truth, my virtue, constancy, and friends.
Must I betray my friends? Ah! take me quickly,
Secure me well before that thought's renewed;
If I relapse once more, all's lost forever.

_Bel. _ Hast thou a friend more dear than Belvidera?

_Jaf. _ No: Thou'rt my soul itself; wealth, friendship,
honour!
All present joys, and earnest of all future,
Are summed in thee. _[Going, R. _

_Enter Captain and Guards, R. S. E. _

_Capt. _ Stand! who goes there?

_Bel. _ Friends.

_Capt. _ But what friends are you?

_Bel. _ Friends to the senate, and the state of Venice.

_Capt. _ My orders are, to seize on all I find
At this late hour, and bring them to the council,
Who are now sitting.

_Jaf. _ Sir, you shall be obeyed.
Now the lot's cast, and, fate, do what thou wilt.

_[Exeunt Jaffier and Belvidera, guarded. _


_Scene II. --The Senate House. _

_The Duke of Venice, Priuli, and other Senators
discovered, sitting. _

_Duke. _ Antony, Priuli, senators of Venice,
Speak--Why are we assembled here this night?
What have you to inform us of, concerns
The state of Venice' honour, or its safety?

_Priuli. _ (R. ) Could words express the story I've to tell you,
Fathers, these tears were useless, these sad tears
That fall from my old eyes; but there is cause
We all should weep, tear off these purple robes,
And wrap ourselves, in sackcloth, sitting down
On the sad earth, and cry aloud to heaven:
Heav'n knows, if yet there be an hour to come,
Ere Venice be no more.

_Duke. _ How!

_Priuli. _ Nay, we stand
Upon the very brink of gaping ruin.
Within this city's formed a dark conspiracy
To massacre us all, our wives and children,
Kindred and friends; our palaces and temples
To lay in ashes: nay, the hour, too, fixed;
The swords, for aught I know, drawn ev'n this moment,
And the wild waste begun. From unknown hands
I had this warning: but, if we are men,
Let's not be tamely butchered, but do something
That may inform the world in after ages,
Our virtue was not ruined, though we were.

_[A noise within, L. _

_Capt. _ _[Within]_ Room, room, make room there for some
prisoners!

_Enter Officer, L. _

_Duke. _ Speak, speak, there! What disturbance?
Officer. A prisoner have the guards seized in the street,
Who says, he comes to inform this reverend council
About the present danger.

_Enter Officer, Jaffier Captain, and Guards, L. _

_All. _ Give him entrance. --_[Exit Officer. ]_ Well, who ate
you?

_Jaf. _ (L. ) A villain!
Would, every man that hears me,
Would deal so honestly, and own his title!

_Duke. _ 'Tis rumored, that a plot has been contrived
Against the state, and you've a share in't, too.
If you're a villain, to redeem your honour,
Unfold the truth, and be restored with mercy.

_Jaf. _ Think not, that I to save my life came hither;
I know its value better; but in pity
To all those wretches, whose unhappy dooms
Are fixed and sealed. You see me here before you,
The sworn and covenanted foe of Venice:
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 fears won't let you, nor the longing itch
To hear a story, which you dread the truth of:
Truth, which the fear of smart shall ne'er'get from me.
Cowards are scared with threat'nings; boys are whipped
Into confessions: but a steady mind
Acts of itself, ne'er asks the body counsel.
Give him the tortures! --name but such a thing
Again, by heav'n, I'll shut these lips forever!
Nor all your racks, your engines, or your wheels,
Shall force a groan away, that you may guess at!

_[Crosses, M. _

_Duke. _ Name your conditions.

_Jaf. _ (R. ) For myself, full pardon,
Besides, the lives of two-and-twenty friends,
Whose names I have enrolled--Nay, let their crimes
Be ne'er so monstrous, I must have the oaths,
And sacred promise, of this reverend council,
That, in a full assembly of the senate,
The thing I ask be ratified. Swear this,
And I'll unfold the secrets of your danger.

_Duke. _ Propose the oath.

_Jaf. _ (C. ) By all the hopes
You have of peace and happiness hereafter,
Swear!

_Duke. _ We swear.

_Jaf. _ And, as ye keep the oath,
May you and your posterity be blessed,
Or cursed, forever!

_Duke. _ Else be cursed forever

_Jaf. _ Then here's the list, and with't, the full disclosure

_[Delivers two papers to the Officer, who delivers them to
the Duke. _

Of all that threaten you.
Now, Fate, thou hast caught me!

_Duke. _ Give order, that all diligent search be made
To seize these men--their characters are public.
The paper intimates their rendezvous
To be at the house of the famed Grecian courtesan,
Called Aquilina; see that place secured.
You, Jaffier, must with patience bear till morning
To be our prisoner.

_Jaf. _ Would the chains of death
Had bound me fast, ere I had known this minute!

_Duke. _ Captain, withdraw your prisoner.

_Jaf. _ Sir, _[To Officer,]_ if possible,
Lead me where my own thoughts themselves may lose me;
Where I may doze out, what I've left of life;--
Forget myself, and this day's guilt and falsehood.
Cruel remembrance! how shall I appease thee?

_ [Exit, guarded, R_

Officer. _[Without. ]_ More traitors! room, room, room,
make room there!

_Duke. _ How's this?
The treason's
Already at the doors!

_Enter Officer and Captain, L. _

Officer. My lords, more traitors!
Seized in the very act of consultation:
Furnished with arms and instruments of mischief. --
Bring in the prisoners!

_Enter Spinosa, Elliot, Theodore, Durand, Mezzana,
Renault, and Pierre, in Chains, L. _

_Pierre. _ (L. ) You, my lords and fathers,
(As you are pleased to call yourselves,) of Venice;
If you set here to guide the course of justice,
Why these disgraceful chains upon the limbs
That have so often laboured in your service?
Are these the wreaths of triumph you bestow
On those that bring you conquest home, and honours?

_Duke. _ Go on! you shall be heard, sir.

_Pierre. _ (L. C. ) Are these the trophies I've deserved for
fighting
Your battles with confederated powers?
When winds and seas conspired to overthrow you,
And brought the fleets of Spain to your own harbours,
When you, great duke, shrunk trembling in your palace:
Stepped not I forth, and taught your loose Venetians
The task of honour, and the way to greatness?
Raised you from your capitulating fears
To stipulate the terms of sued-for peace?
And this my recompence! If I'm a traitor,
Produce my charge; or show the wretch that's base,
And brave enough to tell me, I'm a traitor!

_[Goes to the table_.

_Duke. _ Know you one Jaffier?

_Pierre. _ Yes, and know his virtue.
His justice, truth, his general worth, and sufferings
From a hard father, taught me first to love him.

_Duke. _ See him brought forth.

_Enter Captain, with Jaffier in Chains, R. _

_Pierre. _ My friend, too, bound! nay, then,
Our fate has conquered us, and we must fall.
Why droops the man, whose welfare's so much mine,
They're but one thing? These reverend tyrants, Jaffier
Do call us traitors. Art thou one, my brother?

_Jaf. _ (R. C. ) To thee I am the falsest, veriest slave.
That e'er betrayed a generous, trusting friend,
And gave up honour to be sure of ruin.
All our fair hopes, which morning was to've crowned,
Has this cursed tongue o'erthrown.

_Pierre. _ (C. ) So, then, all's over:
Venice has lost her freedom, I my life.
No more! _[Crosses, L. _

_Duke. _ Say; will you make confession
Of your vile deeds, and trust the senate's mercy!

_Pierre. _ _[Returns to C. ]_ Cursed be your senate, cursed
your constitution!
The curse of growing factions, and divisions,
Still vex your councils, shake your public safety,
And make the robes of government you wear
Hateful to you, as these base chains to me!

_Duke. _ Pardon, or death?

_Pierre. _ Death! honourable death!

_Ren. _ (L. ) Death's the best thing we ask, or you can
give.

_Duke. _ Break up the council. Captain, guard your prisoners.
Jaffier, you're free; but these must wait for judgment.

_[Exeunt Duke, Senators, Conspirators, and Officer. _

_Pierre. _ (C. ) Come, where's my dungeon? Lead me to
my straw:
It will not be the first time I've lodged hard,
To do your senate service.

_Jaf. _ (R. C. ) Hold, one moment.

_Pierre. _ Who's he disputes the judgment of the senate?
Presumptuous rebel! --on-- _[Strikes Jaffier_

_Jaf. _ (C. ) By Heaven, you stir not!

_[Exeunt Captain and Guards, R. _

I must be heard! I must have leave to speak.
Thou hast disgraced me. Pierre, by a vile blow:
Had not a dagger done thee nobler justice I
But use me as thou wilt, thou can'st not wrong me,
For I am fallen beneath the basest injuries;
Yet look upon me with an eye of mercy,
And, as there dwells a godlike nature in thee,
Listen with mildness to my supplications.

_Pierre. _ (R. C. ) What whining monk art thou? what
holy cheat,
That would'st encroach upon my credulous ears,
And cant'st thus vilely! Hence! I know thee not!

_Jaf. _ Not know me, Pierre!

_Pierre. _ No, know thee not. What art thou?

_Jaf. _ Jaffier, thy friend, thy once loved, valued friend!
Tho' now deservedly scorned, and used most hardly.

_Pierre. _ Thou, Jaffier! thou, my once-loved, valued
friend!
By heavens, thou ly'st; the man so called my friend,
Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valiant;
Noble in mind, and in his person lovely;
Dear to my eyes, and tender to my heart:
But, thou, a wretched, base, false, worthless coward,
Poor, even in soul, and loathsome in thy aspect:
All eyes must shun thee, and all hearts detest thee.
Pr'ythee, avoid, nor longer cling thus round me,
Like something baneful, that my nature's chilled at.

_Jaf. _ I have not wronged thee; by these tears I have
not!

_Pierre. _ Hast thou not wronged me I Dar'st thou call
thyself
That once-loved, honest, valued friend of mine,
And swear thou hast not wronged 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.

_Pierre. _ What's that?

_Jaf. _ To take thy life, on such conditions
The council have proposed: thou, and thy friends,
May yet live long, and to be better treated.

_Pierre. _ Life! ask my life! confess! record myself
A villain, for the privilege to breathe,
And carry up and down this cursed city,
A discontented and repining spirit,
Burdensome to itself, a few years longer!
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 art fit to live in't.

_Jaf. _ By all that's just--

_Pierre. _ Swear by some other power,
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 reconciled,
However thy resentments deal with me.

_Pierre. _ Not leave me!

_Jaf. _ No; thou shalt not force me from thee;
Use me reproachfully, and like a slave;
Tread on me, buffet me, heap wrongs on wrongs
On my poor head; I'll bear it all with patience.
Shall weary out thy most unfriendly cruelty:
Lie at thy feet, _[Falls on his knees,]_ and kiss them tho
they spurn me;
Till, wounded by my sufferings, thou relent,
And raise me to thy arms with dear forgiveness.

_Pierre. _ Art thou not--

_Jaf. _ What?

_Pierre. _ A traitor?

_Jaf. _ Yes.

_Pierre. _ A villain?

_Jaf. _ Granted.

_Pierre. _ A coward, a most scandalous coward;
Spiritless, void of honour; one who has sold
Thy everlasting fame, for shameless life?

_Jaf. _ _[Rising and turning, R. ]_ All, all, and more, much
more; my faults are numberless.

_Pierre. _ And would'st thou have me live on terms like
thine?
Base, as thou'rt false--

_Jaf. _ _[Returning. ]_ No; 'tis to me that's granted;
The safety of thy life was all I aimed at,
In recompence for faith and trust so broken.

_Pierre. _ I scorn it more, because preserved by thee;
And, as when first my foolish heart took pity
On thy misfortunes, sought thee in thy miseries,
Relieved thy wants, and raised thee from the state
Of wretchedness, in which thy fate had plunged thee,
To rank thee in my list of noble friends;
All I received in surety for thy truth,
Were unregarded oaths, and this, this dagger,
Given with a worthless pledge, thou since hast stol'n:
So I restore it back to thee again;
Swearing by all those powers which thou hast violated,
Never from this cursed hour, to hold communion,
Friendship, or interest, with thee, though our years
Were to exceed those limited the world.
Take it--farewell--for now I owe thee nothing.

_Jaf. _ Say thou wilt live, then.

_Pierre. _ For my life, dispose it
Just as thou wilt, because 'tis what I'm tired with.

_Jaf. _ Oh, Pierre!

_Pierre. _ No more. _[Going, R. _

_Jaf. _ My eyes won't lose the sight of thee, _[Following. _
But languish after thine, and ache with gazing.

_Pierre. _ Leave me--Nay, then, thus, thus I throw thee
from me;
And curses, great as is thy falsehood, catch thee!

_[Drives him to C. --Exit, R_.

_Jaf. _ _[Pausing. ]_ He's gone, my father, friend, preserver
And here's the portion he has left me:
This dagger. Well remembered! with this dagger
I gave a solemn vow of dire importance;
Parted with this, and Belvidera together.
Have a care, mem'ry, drive that thought no farther.
No, I'll esteem it as a friend's last legacy;
Treasure it up within this wretched bosom,
Where it may grow acquainted with my heart,
That, when they meet, they start not from each other.
So, now for thinking--A blow--called traitor, villain,
Coward, dishonourable coward; faugh!
Oh, for a long, sound sleep, and so forget it!
Down, busy devil!

_Enter Belvidera, L. _

_Bel. _ (L. ) Whither shall I fly?
Where hide me and my miseries together?
Where's now the Roman constancy I boasted?
Sunk into trembling fears and desperation,
Not daring to look up to that dear face,
Which used to smile, even on my faults: but, down,
Bending these miserable eyes to earth,
Must move in penance, and implore much mercy.

_Jaf. _ (R. C. ) Mercy! kind Heaven has surely endless stores
Hoarded for thee, of blessings yet untasted:
"Let wretches loaded hard with guilt as I am,
"Bow with the weight, and groan beneath the burden,
"Before the footstool of that Heav'n they've injured. "
Oh, Belvidera! I'm the wretched'st creature
E'er crawled on earth.

_Bel. _ (L. C. ) Alas! I know thy sorrows are most mighty
_Jaf. _ My friend, too, Belvidera, that dear friend,
Who, next to thee, was all my heart rejoiced in,
Has used me like a slave, shamefully used me:
'Twould break thy pitying heart to hear the story.

_Bel. _ What has he done?

_Jaf. _ "Oh, my dear angel! in that friend, I've lost
"All my soul's peace; for every thought of him
"Strikes my sense hard, and deads it in my brain!
"Would'st thou believe it?
"Before we parted,"
Ere yet his guards had led him to, his prison,
Full of severest sorrows for his sufferings,
As at his feet I kneeled, and sued for mercy,
With a reproachful hand he dashed a blow:
He struck me, Belvidera! by Heaven, he struck me
Buffeted, called me traitor, villain, coward!
Am I a coward? am I a villain? tell me:
Thou'rt the best judge, and mad'st me, if I am so!
Damnation! coward!