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_Ber_. Art sure?

_Lioni_. Sure as all gentle means can make; and if 340
They fail, you know "the Ten" and their tribunal,
And that St. Mark's has dungeons, and the dungeons
A rack.

_Ber_. Apply it then before the dawn
Now hastening into heaven. --One more such word,
And you shall perish piecemeal, by the death
You think to doom to me.

_Re-enter_ ANTONIO.

_Ant_. The bark is ready,
My Lord, and all prepared.

_Lioni_. Look to the prisoner.
Bertram, I'll reason with thee as we go
To the Magnifico's, sage Gradenigo. [_Exeunt_.


SCENE II. --_The Ducal Palace_--_The Doge's Apartment_.

_The_ DOGE _and his Nephew_ BERTUCCIO FALIERO.

_Doge_. Are all the people of our house in muster?

_Ber. F. _ They are arrayed, and eager for the signal,
Within our palace precincts at San Polo:[436]
I come for your last orders.

_Doge_. It had been
As well had there been time to have got together,
From my own fief, Val di Marino, more
Of our retainers--but it is too late.

_Ber. F. _ Methinks, my Lord,'tis better as it is:
A sudden swelling of our retinue
Had waked suspicion; and, though fierce and trusty, 10
The vassals of that district are too rude
And quick in quarrel to have long maintained
The secret discipline we need for such
A service, till our foes are dealt upon.

_Doge_. True; but when once the signal has been given,
_These_ are the men for such an enterprise;
These city slaves have all their private bias,
Their prejudice _against_ or _for_ this noble,
Which may induce them to o'erdo or spare
Where mercy may be madness; the fierce peasants, 20
Serfs of my county of Val di Marino,
Would do the bidding of their lord without
Distinguishing for love or hate his foes;
Alike to them Marcello or Cornaro,
A Gradenigo or a Foscari;[eq]
They are not used to start at those vain names,
Nor bow the knee before a civic Senate;
A chief in armour is their Suzerain,
And not a thing in robes.

_Ber. F. _ We are enough;
And for the dispositions of our clients 30
Against the Senate I will answer.

_Doge_. Well,
The die is thrown; but for a warlike service,
Done in the field, commend me to my peasants:
They made the sun shine through the host of Huns
When sallow burghers slunk back to their tents,
And cowered to hear their own victorious trumpet.
If there be small resistance, you will find
These Citizens all Lions, like their Standard;[437]
But if there's much to do, you'll wish, with me,
A band of iron rustics at our backs. 40

_Ber_. Thus thinking, I must marvel you resolve
To strike the blow so suddenly.

_Doge_. Such blows
Must be struck suddenly or never. When
I had o'ermastered the weak false remorse
Which yearned about my heart, too fondly yielding
A moment to the feelings of old days,
I was most fain to strike; and, firstly, that
I might not yield again to such emotions;
And, secondly, because of all these men,
Save Israel and Philip Calendaro, 50
I know not well the courage or the faith:
To-day might find 'mongst them a traitor to us,
As yesterday a thousand to the Senate;
But once in, with their hilts hot in their hands,
They must _on_ for their own sakes; one stroke struck,
And the mere instinct of the first-born Cain,
Which ever lurks somewhere in human hearts,
Though Circumstance may keep it in abeyance,
Will urge the rest on like to wolves; the sight
Of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, 60
As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel;
And you will find a harder task to quell
Than urge them when they _have_ commenced, but _till_
That moment, a mere voice, a straw, a shadow,
Are capable of turning them aside. --
How goes the night?

_Ber. F. _ Almost upon the dawn.

_Doge_. Then it is time to strike upon the bell.
Are the men posted?

_Ber. F. _ By this time they are;
But they have orders not to strike, until
They have command from you through me in person. 70

_Doge_. 'Tis well. --Will the morn never put to rest
These stars which twinkle yet o'er all the heavens?
I am settled and bound up, and being so,
The very effort which it cost me to
Resolve to cleanse this Commonwealth with fire,
Now leaves my mind more steady. I have wept,
And trembled at the thought of this dread duty;
But now I have put down all idle passion,
And look the growing tempest in the face,
As doth the pilot of an Admiral Galley:[438] 80
Yet (wouldst thou think it, kinsman? ) it hath been
A greater struggle to me, than when nations
Beheld their fate merged in the approaching fight,
Where I was leader of a phalanx, where
Thousands were sure to perish--Yes, to spill
The rank polluted current from the veins
Of a few bloated despots needed more
To steel me to a purpose such as made
Timoleon immortal,[439] than to face
The toils and dangers of a life of war. 90

_Ber. F. _ It gladdens me to see your former wisdom
Subdue the furies which so wrung you ere
You were decided.

_Doge_. It was ever thus
With me; the hour of agitation came
In the first glimmerings of a purpose, when
Passion had too much room to sway; but in
The hour of action I have stood as calm
As were the dead who lay around me: this
They knew who made me what I am, and trusted
To the subduing power which I preserved 100
Over my mood, when its first burst was spent.
But they were not aware that there are things
Which make revenge a virtue by reflection,
And not an impulse of mere anger; though
The laws sleep, Justice wakes, and injured souls
Oft do a public right with private wrong,
And justify their deeds unto themselves. --
Methinks the day breaks--is it not so? look,
Thine eyes are clear with youth;--the air puts on
A morning freshness, and, at least to me, 110
The sea looks greyer through the lattice.

_Ber. F. _ True,
The morn is dappling in the sky. [er][440]

_Doge_. Away then!
See that they strike without delay, and with
The first toll from St. Mark's, march on the palace
With all our House's strength; here I will meet you;
The Sixteen and their companies will move
In separate columns at the self-same moment:
Be sure you post yourself at the great Gate:
I would not trust "the Ten" except to us--
The rest, the rabble of patricians, may 120
Glut the more careless swords of those leagued with us.
Remember that the cry is still "Saint Mark!
The Genoese are come--ho! to the rescue!
Saint Mark and Liberty! "--Now--now to action! [es]

_Ber. F. _ Farewell then, noble Uncle! we will meet
In freedom and true sovereignty, or never!

_Doge_. Come hither, my Bertuccio--one embrace;
Speed, for the day grows broader; send me soon
A messenger to tell me how all goes
When you rejoin our troops, and then sound--sound 130
The storm-bell from St. Mark's! [et]
[_Exit_ BERTUCCIO FALIERO.

_Doge_ (_solus_). He is gone,
And on each footstep moves a life. 'Tis done. [441]
Now the destroying Angel hovers o'er
Venice, and pauses ere he pours the vial,
Even as the eagle overlooks his prey,
And for a moment, poised in middle air,
Suspends the motion of his mighty wings,
Then swoops with his unerring beak. [442] Thou Day!
That slowly walk'st the waters! march--march on--
I would not smite i' the dark, but rather see 140
That no stroke errs. And you, ye blue sea waves!
I have seen you dyed ere now, and deeply too,
With Genoese, Saracen, and Hunnish gore,
While that of Venice flowed too, but victorious:
Now thou must wear an unmixed crimson; no
Barbaric blood can reconcile us now
Unto that horrible incarnadine,
But friend or foe will roll in civic slaughter.
And have I lived to fourscore years[443] for this?
I, who was named Preserver of the City? 150
I, at whose name the million's caps were flung[eu]
Into the air, and cries from tens of thousands
Rose up, imploring Heaven to send me blessings,
And fame, and length of days--to see this day?
But this day, black within the calendar,
Shall be succeeded by a bright millennium.
Doge Dandolo survived to ninety summers
To vanquish empires, and refuse their crown;[444]
I will resign a crown, and make the State
Renew its freedom--but oh! by what means? 160
The noble end must justify them. What
Are a few drops of human blood? 'tis false,
The blood of tyrants is not human; they,
Like to incarnate Molochs, feed on ours,
Until 'tis time to give them to the tombs
Which they have made so populous. --Oh World!
Oh Men! what are ye, and our best designs,
That we must work by crime to punish crime?
And slay as if Death had but this one gate,
When a few years would make the sword superfluous? 170
And I, upon the verge of th' unknown realm,
Yet send so many heralds on before me? --
I must not ponder this. [_A pause. _
Hark! was there not
A murmur as of distant voices, and
The tramp of feet in martial unison?
What phantoms even of sound our wishes raise!
It cannot be--the signal hath not rung--
Why pauses it? My nephew's messenger
Should be upon his way to me, and he
Himself perhaps even now draws grating back 180
Upon its ponderous hinge the steep tower portal,
Where swings the sullen huge oracular bell,[ev]
Which never knells but for a princely death,
Or for a state in peril, pealing forth
Tremendous bodements; let it do its office,
And be this peal its awfullest and last
Sound till the strong tower rock! --What! silent still?
I would go forth, but that my post is here,
To be the centre of re-union to
The oft discordant elements which form 190
Leagues of this nature, and to keep compact
The wavering of the weak, in case of conflict;
For if they should do battle,'twill be here,
Within the palace, that the strife will thicken:
Then here must be my station, as becomes
The master-mover. --Hark! he comes--he comes,
My nephew, brave Bertuccio's messenger. --
What tidings? Is he marching? hath he sped?
_They_ here! -all's lost-yet will I make an effort.

_Enter a_ SIGNOR OF THE NIGHT,[445] _with Guards, etc. , etc. _

_Sig_. Doge, I arrest thee of high treason!

_Doge_. Me! 200
Thy Prince, of treason? --Who are they that dare
Cloak their own treason under such an order?

_Sig_. (_showing his order_).
Behold my order from the assembled Ten.

_Doge_. And _where_ are they, and _why_ assembled? no
Such Council can be lawful, till the Prince
Preside there, and that duty's mine:[446] on thine
I charge thee, give me way, or marshal me
To the Council chamber.

_Sig_. Duke! it may not be:
Nor are they in the wonted Hall of Council,
But sitting in the convent of Saint Saviour's. 210

_Doge_. You dare to disobey me, then?

_Sig_. I serve
The State, and needs must serve it faithfully;
My warrant is the will of those who rule it.

_Doge_. And till that warrant has my signature
It is illegal, and, as _now_ applied,
Rebellious. Hast thou weighed well thy life's worth,
That thus you dare assume a lawless function? [ew]

_Sig_. 'Tis not my office to reply, but act--
I am placed here as guard upon thy person,
And not as judge to hear or to decide. 220

_Doge_ (_aside_).
I must gain time. So that the storm-bell sound,[ex][447]
All may be well yet. Kinsman, speed--speed--speed! --
Our fate is trembling in the balance, and
Woe to the vanquished! be they Prince and people,
Or slaves and Senate--
[_The great bell of St. Mark's tolls. _
Lo! it sounds--it tolls!

_Doge_ (_aloud_).
Hark, Signor of the Night! and you, ye hirelings,
Who wield your mercenary staves in fear,
It is your knell. --Swell on, thou lusty peal!
Now, knaves, what ransom for your lives?

_Sig_. Confusion!
Stand to your arms, and guard the door--all's lost 230
Unless that fearful bell be silenced soon.
The officer hath missed his path or purpose,
Or met some unforeseen and hideous obstacle,[ey]
Anselmo, with thy company proceed
Straight to the tower; the rest remain with me.
[_Exit part of the Guard. _

_Doge_. Wretch! if thou wouldst have thy vile life, implore it;
It is not now a lease of sixty seconds.
Aye, send thy miserable ruffians forth;
They never shall return.

_Sig_. So let it be!
They die then in their duty, as will I. 240

_Doge_. Fool! the high eagle flies at nobler game
Than thou and thy base myrmidons,--live on,
So thou provok'st not peril by resistance,
And learn (if souls so much obscured can bear
To gaze upon the sunbeams) to be free.

_Sig_. And learn thou to be captive. It hath ceased,
[_The bell ceases to toll_.
The traitorous signal, which was to have set
The bloodhound mob on their patrician prey--
The knell hath rung, but it is not the Senate's!

_Doge_ (_after a pause_).
All's silent, and all's lost!

_Sig_. Now, Doge, denounce me 250
As rebel slave of a revolted Council!
Have I not done my duty?

_Doge_. Peace, thou thing!
Thou hast done a worthy deed, and earned the price
Of blood, and they who use thee will reward thee.
But thou wert sent to watch, and not to prate,
As thou said'st even now--then do thine office,
But let it be in silence, as behoves thee,
Since, though thy prisoner, I am thy Prince.

_Sig_. I did not mean to fail in the respect
Due to your rank: in this I shall obey you. 260

_Doge_ (_aside_). There now is nothing left me save to die;
And yet how near success! I would have fallen,
And proudly, in the hour of triumph, but
To miss it thus! ----

_Enter other_ SIGNORS OF THE NIGHT, _with_
BERTUCCIO FALIERO _prisoner_.

_2nd Sig_.
We took him in the act
Of issuing from the tower, where, at his order,
As delegated from the Doge, the signal
Had thus begun to sound.

_1st Sig_. Are all the passes
Which lead up to the palace well secured?

_2nd Sig_. They are--besides, it matters not; the Chiefs
Are all in chains, and some even now on trial-- 270
Their followers are dispersed, and many taken.

_Ber. F. _ Uncle!

_Doge_. It is in vain to war with Fortune;
The glory hath departed from our house.

_Ber. F. _ Who would have deemed it? --Ah! one moment sooner!

_Doge_. That moment would have changed the face of ages;
_This_ gives us to Eternity--We'll meet it
As men whose triumph is not in success,
But who can make their own minds all in all,
Equal to every fortune. Droop not,'tis
But a brief passage--I would go alone, 280
Yet if they send us, as 'tis like, together,
Let us go worthy of our sires and selves.

_Ber. F. _ I shall not shame you, Uncle.

_1st Sig_. Lords, our orders
Are to keep guard on both in separate chambers,
Until the Council call ye to your trial.

_Doge_. Our trial! will they keep their mockery up
Even to the last? but let them deal upon us,
As we had dealt on them, but with less pomp.
'Tis but a game of mutual homicides,
Who have cast lots for the first death, and they 290
Have won with false dice. --Who hath been our Judas?

_1st Sig_. I am not warranted to answer that.

_Ber. F. _ I'll answer for thee--'tis a certain Bertram,
Even now deposing to the secret Giunta.

_Doge_. Bertram, the Bergamask! With what vile tools[448]
We operate to slay or save! This creature,
Black with a double treason, now will earn
Rewards and honours, and be stamped in story
With the geese in the Capitol, which gabbled
Till Rome awoke, and had an annual triumph, 300
While Manlius, who hurled down the Gauls, was cast[ez]
From the Tarpeian.

_1st Sig_. He aspired to treason,
And sought to rule the State.

_Doge_. He saved the State,
And sought but to reform what he revived--
But this is idle--Come, sirs, do your work.

_1st Sig_. Noble Bertuccio, we must now remove you
Into an inner chamber.

_Ber. F. _ Farewell, Uncle!
If we shall meet again in life I know not,
But they perhaps will let our ashes mingle.

_Doge_. Yes, and our spirits, which shall yet go forth, 310
And do what our frail clay, thus clogged, hath failed in!
They cannot quench the memory of those
Who would have hurled them from their guilty thrones,
And such examples will find heirs, though distant.




ACT V.


SCENE 1. --_The Hall of the Council of Ten assembled with the additional
Senators, who, on the Trials of the Conspirators for the Treason of_
MARINO FALIERO, _composed what was called the Giunta,--Guards, Officers,
etc. , etc. _ ISRAEL BERTUCCIO _and_ PHILIP CALENDARO _as Prisoners_.
BERTRAM, LIONI, _and Witnesses, etc. _

_The Chief of the Ten_, BENINTENDE. [fa][449]

_Ben_. There now rests, after such conviction of
Their manifold and manifest offences,
But to pronounce on these obdurate men
The sentence of the Law:--a grievous task
To those who hear, and those who speak. Alas!
That it should fall to me! and that my days
Of office should be stigmatised through all
The years of coming time, as bearing record
To this most foul and complicated treason
Against a just and free state, known to all 10
The earth as being the Christian bulwark 'gainst
The Saracen and the schismatic Greek,
The savage Hun, and not less barbarous Frank;
A City which has opened India's wealth
To Europe; the last Roman refuge from
O'erwhelming Attila; the Ocean's Queen;
Proud Genoa's prouder rival! 'Tis to sap
The throne of such a City, these lost men
Have risked and forfeited their worthless lives--
So let them die the death.

_I. Ber_. We are prepared; 20
Your racks have done that for us. Let us die.

_Ben_. If ye have that to say which would obtain
Abatement of your punishment, the Giunta
Will hear you; if you have aught to confess,
Now is your time,--perhaps it may avail ye.

_I. Ber_. We stand to hear, and not to speak.

_Ben_. Your crimes
Are fully proved by your accomplices,
And all which Circumstance can add to aid them;
Yet we would hear from your own lips complete
Avowal of your treason: on the verge 30
Of that dread gulf which none repass, the truth
Alone can profit you on earth or Heaven--
Say, then, what was your motive?

_I. Ber_. Justice! [fb]

_Ben_. What
Your object?

_I. Ber_. Freedom!

_Ben_. You are brief, sir.

_I. Ber_. So my life grows: I
Was bred a soldier, not a senator.

_Ben_. Perhaps you think by this blunt brevity
To brave your judges to postpone the sentence?

_I. Ber_. Do you be brief as I am, and believe me,
I shall prefer that mercy to your pardon. 40

_Ben_. Is this your sole reply to the Tribunal?

_I. Ber_. Go, ask your racks what they have wrung from us,
Or place us there again; we have still some blood left,
And some slight sense of pain in these wrenched limbs:
But this ye dare not do; for if we die there--
And you have left us little life to spend
Upon your engines, gorged with pangs already--
Ye lose the public spectacle, with which
You would appal your slaves to further slavery!
Groans are not words, nor agony assent, 50
Nor affirmation Truth, if Nature's sense
Should overcome the soul into a lie,
For a short respite--must we bear or die?

_Ben_. Say, who were your accomplices?

_I. Ber_. The Senate.

_Ben_. What do you mean?

_I. Ber_. Ask of the suffering people,
Whom your patrician crimes have driven to crime.

_Ben_. You know the Doge?

_I. Ber_. I served with him at Zara
In the field, when _you_ were pleading here your way
To present office; we exposed our lives,
While you but hazarded the lives of others, 60
Alike by accusation or defence;
And for the rest, all Venice knows her Doge,
Through his great actions, and the Senate's insults.

_Ben_. You have held conference with him?

_I. Ber_. I am weary--
Even wearier of your questions than your tortures:
I pray you pass to judgment.

_Ben_. It is coming.
And you, too, Philip Calendaro, what
Have you to say why you should not be doomed?

_Cal_. I never was a man of many words,
And now have few left worth the utterance. 70

_Ben_. A further application of yon engine
May change your tone.

_Cal_. Most true, it _will_ do so;
A former application did so; but
It will not change my words, or, if it did--

_Ben_. What then?

_Cal_. Will my avowal on yon rack
Stand good in law?

_Ben_. Assuredly.

_Cal_. Whoe'er
The culprit be whom I accuse of treason?

_Ben_. Without doubt, he will be brought up to trial.

_Cal_. And on this testimony would he perish?

_Ben_. So your confession be detailed and full, 80
He will stand here in peril of his life.

_Cal_. Then look well to thy proud self, President!
For by the Eternity which yawns before me,
I swear that _thou_, and only thou, shall be
The traitor I denounce upon that rack,
If I be stretched there for the second time.

_One of the Giunta_. Lord President,'twere best proceed to judgment;
There is no more to be drawn from these men. [fc]

_Ben_. Unhappy men! prepare for instant death.
The nature of your crime--our law--and peril 90
The State now stands in, leave not an hour's respite.
Guards! lead them forth, and upon the balcony
Of the red columns, where, on festal Thursday,[450]
The Doge stands to behold the chase of bulls,
Let them be justified: and leave exposed
Their wavering relics, in the place of judgment,
To the full view of the assembled people!
And Heaven have mercy on their souls!

_The Giunta_. Amen!

_I. Ber_. Signors, farewell! we shall not all again
Meet in one place.

_Ben_. And lest they should essay 100
To stir up the distracted multitude--
Guards! let their mouths be gagged[451] even in the act
Of execution. Lead them hence!

_Cal_. What! must we
Not even say farewell to some fond friend,
Nor leave a last word with our confessor?

_Ben_. A priest is waiting in the antechamber;
But, for your friends, such interviews would be
Painful to them, and useless all to you.

_Cal_. I knew that we were gagged in life; at least
All those who had not heart to risk their lives 110
Upon their open thoughts; but still I deemed
That in the last few moments, the same idle
Freedom of speech accorded to the dying,
Would not now be denied to us; but since----

_I. Ber_. Even let them have their way, brave Calendaro!
What matter a few syllables? let's die
Without the slightest show of favour from them;
So shall our blood more readily arise
To Heaven against them, and more testify
To their atrocities, than could a volume 120
Spoken or written of our dying words!
They tremble at our voices--nay, they dread
Our very silence--let them live in fear!
Leave them unto their thoughts, and let us now
Address our own above! --Lead on; we are ready.

_Cal_. Israel, hadst thou but hearkened unto me
It had not now been thus; and yon pale villain,
The coward Bertram, would----

_I. Ber_. Peace, Calendaro!
What brooks it now to ponder upon this?

_Bert_. Alas! I fain you died in peace with me: 130
I did not seek this task; 'twas forced upon me:
Say, you forgive me, though I never can
Retrieve my own forgiveness--frown not thus!

_I. Ber_. I die and pardon thee!

_Cal_. (_spitting at him_). [452] I die and scorn thee!
[_Exeunt_ ISRAEL BERTUCCIO _and_ PHILIP CALENDARO, _Guards, etc_.

_Ben_. Now that these criminals have been disposed of,
'Tis time that we proceed to pass our sentence
Upon the greatest traitor upon record
In any annals, the Doge Faliero!
The proofs and process are complete; the time
And crime require a quick procedure: shall 140
He now be called in to receive the award?

_The Giunta_. Aye, aye.

_Ben_. Avogadori, order that the Doge
Be brought before the Council.

_One of the Giunta_. And the rest,
When shall they be brought up?