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) I but half wished
To see the devil, and he's here already! Well!
What must this buy? Rebellion, murder, treason?
Tell me _[Turning R. ]_ which way I must be damned for
this.

_Pierre. _ (L. C. ) When last we parted, we'd no qualms
like these,
But entertained each other's thoughts, like men
Whose souls were well acquainted. Is the world
Reformed since our last meeting? What new miracles
Have happened? Has Priuli's heart relented?
Can he be honest?

_Jaf. _ Kind Heaven, let heavy curses
Gall his old age, till life become his burden;
Let him groan under't long, linger an age
In the worst agonies and pangs of death
And find its ease, but late!

_Pierre. _ Nay, couldst thou not
As well, my friend, have stretched the curse to all
The senate round, as to one single villain?

_Jaf. _ But curses stick not; could I kill with cursing,
By Heaven, I know not thirty heads in Venice
Should not be blasted! Senators should rot,
Like dogs, on dunghills. Oh, for a curse
To kill with! _[Crosses, R. _

_Pierre. _ Daggers, daggers are much better.

_Jaf. _ (R. C. ) Ha!

_Pierre. _ Daggers.

_Jaf. _ But where are they?

_Pierre. _ Oh! a thousand
May be disposed, in honest hands, in Venice.

_Jaf. _ Thou talk'st in clouds.

_Pierre. _ But yet a heart, half wronged
As thine has been, would find the meaning, Jaffier!

_Jaf. _ A thousand daggers, all in honest hands!
And have not I a friend will stick one here?

_Pierre. _ (C. )Yes, if I thought thou wert not to be cherished
To a nobler purpose, I would be that friend:

_[Lays his hand on Jaffier's arm_
But thou hast better friends; friends, whom thy wrongs
Have made thy friends; friends, worthy to be called so.
I'll trust thee with a secret. There are spies
This hour at work. But, as thou art a man,
Whom I have picked and chosen from the world,
Swear that thou wilt be true to what I utter;
And when I've told thee that, which only gods,
And men like gods, are privy to, then swear,
No chance, or change, shall wrest it from thy bosom.

_Jaf. _ (R. ) When thou wouldst bind me, is there need of oaths?
Is coward, fool, or villain, in my face?
If I seem none of these, I dare believe
Thou wouldst not use me in a little cause;
For I am fit for honour's toughest task,
Nor ever yet found fooling was my province:
And, for a villainous, inglorious enterprize,
I know thy heart so well, I dare lay mine
Before thee, set it to what point thou wilt.

_Pierre. _ Nay, 'tis a cause thou wilt be fond of, Jaffier
For it is founded on the noblest basis;
Our liberties, our natural inheritance!
We'll do the business, and ne'er fast and pray for't;
Openly act a deed, the world shall gaze
With wonder at, and envy when 'tis done.

_Jaf. _ For liberty!

_Pierre. _ For liberty, my friend. _[Jaffier crosses, L. _

Thou shalt be freed from base Priuli's tyranny,
And thy sequestered fortunes healed again;
I shall be free from those opprobrious wrongs
That press me now, and bend my spirit downward;
All Venice free, and every growing merit
Succeed to its just right; fools shall be pulled
From wisdom's seat; those baleful unclean birds,
Those lazy owls, who, perched near fortune's top,
Sit only watchful with their heavy wings
To cuff down new-fledged virtues, that would rise
To nobler heights, and make the grove harmonious.

_Jaf. _ What can I do? _[Crosses to R. D. _

_Pierre. _ Canst thou not kill a senator?

_Jaf. _ By all my wrongs, thou talk'st as if revenge
Were to be had! and the brave story warms me.

_[Crosses, L. _

_Pierre. _ Swear, then!

_Jaf. _ I do, _[Kneels, L. C. ]_ by all those glittering stars,
And yon great ruling planet of the night!
By all good spirits above, and ill below!
By love and friendship, dearer than my life,
No power, nor death, shall make me false to thee!

_Pierre. _ Here we embrace, and I'll unlock my heart.
A council's held hard by, where the destruction
Of this great empire's hatching; there I'll lead thee.
But be a man; for thou'rt to mix with men
Fit to disturb the peace of all the world,
And rule it when tis wildest.

_Jaf. _ I give thee thanks
For this kind warning. Yes, I'll be a man;
And charge thee, Pierre, whene'er thou see'st my fears
Betray me less, to rip this heart of mine
Out of my breast, and show it for a coward's.
Come, let's be gone, for from this hour I chase
All little thoughts, all tender human follies,
Out of my bosom: vengeance shall have room--
Revenge! _[Going, R. _

_Pierre. _ And liberty!

_Jaf. _ Revenge! revenge! _[Exeunt, r_


_Scene II. --A Room in the House of Aquilina. _
_Enter Renault, L. S. E. _

_Ren. _ (C. ) Why was my choice ambition
The worst ground
A wretch can build on! 'tis, indeed, at distance,
A goodly prospect, tempting to the view;
The height delights us, and the mountain top
Looks beautiful, because 'tis nigh to heaven;
But we ne'er think how sandy's the foundation,
What storm will batter, and what tempest shake us.
Who's there ]

_Enter Spinosa, L. _

_Spin. _ (L. C. ) Renault, good morrow, for by this time,
I think, the scale of night has turned the balance,
And weighs up morning. Has the clock struck twelve?

_Ren. _ (R. ) Yes; clocks will go as they are set: but man
Irregular man's ne'er constant, never certain.
I've spent at least three precious hours of darkness
In waiting dull attendance; 'tis the curse
Of diligent virtue to be mixed, like mine,
With giddy tempers, souls but half resolved.

_Spin. _ (L. ) Hell seize that soul amongst us it can frighten!

_Ren. _ (C. ) What's then the cause that I am here alone?
Why are we not together?

_Enter Elliot, L. _

Oh, sir, welcome!
You are an Englishman: when treason's hatching,
One might have thought you'd not have been behind hand.

_Elliot. _ Frenchman, you are saucy.

_Ren. _ (L. C. ) How? _[Puts his hand to his sword. _

_Enter Bedamar, Mezzana, Durand, and Theodore, L. --
Mezzana, Durand, and Theodore stand back, L. _

_Beda. _ [Crossing, C. ] At difference? fie!
Is this a time for quarrels? Thieves and rogues
Fall out and brawl: should men of your high calling,
Men, separated by the choice of Providence
From the gross heap of mankind, and set here
In this assembly, as in one great jewel,
T' adorn the bravest purpose it e'er smiled on;
Should you, like boys, wrangle for trifles?

_Ren. _ (R. C. ) Boys!

_Beda. _ (C. ) Renault, thy hand.

_Ren. _ I thought I'd given my heart,
Long since, to every man that mingles here;
But grieve to find it trusted with such tempers,
That can't forgive my froward age its weakness.

_Beda. _ Elliot, thou once hadst virtue. I have seen
Thy stubborn temper bend with godlike goodness,
Not half thus courted. 'Tis thy nation's glory
To hug the foe that offers brave alliance.
Once more, embrace, my friends--
United thus, we are the mighty engine,
Must twist this rooted empire from its basis.
Totters it not already?

_Elliot. _ (L. ) 'Would 'twere tumbling!

_Beda. _ Nay, it shall down: this night we seal its ruin.

_Enter Pierre, L. D. _
Oh, Pierre! thou art welcome.
Come to my breast; for, by its hopes, thou look'st
Lovelily dreadful; and the fate of Venice
Seems on thy sword already. Oh, my Mars!
The poets that first feigned a god of war,
Surely prophesied of thee!

_Pierre. _ (L. ) Friends, was not Brutus
(I mean that Brutus, who, in open senate,
Stabbed the first Caesar that usurped the world),
A gallant man?

_Ren. _ (R. C. ) Yes, and Catiline too;
Though story wrong his fame; for he conspired
To prop the reeling glory of his country,
His cause was good.

_Beda. _ (L. C. ) And ours as much above it,
As, Renault, thou'rt superior to Cethegus,
Or Pierre to Cassius.

_Pierre. _ Then to what we aim at!
When do we start? Or must we talk forever?

_Beda. _ (C. ) No, Pierre, the deed's near birth: fate seems
to have set
The business up, and given it to our care;
I hope there's not a heart or hand amongst us,
But what is firm and ready.

_Elliot. _ (L. C. ) All.
We'll die with Bedamar.

_Beda. _ Oh, men,
Matchless, as will your glory be hereafter:
The game is for a matchless prize, if won;
If lost, disgraceful ruin.

_Pierre. _ Ten thousand men are armed at your nod,
Commanded all by leaders fit to guide
A battle for the freedom of the world:
This wretched state has starved them in its service;
And, by your bounty quickened, they're resolved
To serve your glory, and revenge their own:
They've all their different quarters in this city,
Watch for the alarm, and grumble 'tis so tardy.

_Beda. _ I doubt not, friend, but thy unwearied diligence
Has still kept waking, and it shall have ease;
After this night, it is resolved, we meet
No more, till Venice owns us for her lords.

_Pierre. _ How lovelily the Adriatic, then,
Dressed in her flames, will shine! Devouring flames!
Such as shall burn her to the watery bottom,
And hiss in her foundation!

_Beda.
_ Now, if any
Amongst us here, that own this glorious cause,
Have friends or int'rest he would wish to save,
Let it be told--the general doom is sealed;
But I'd forego the hopes of a world's empire,
Rather than wound the bowels of my friend.

_Pierre. _ I must confess, you there have touched my
weakness.
I have a friend--hear it; and such a friend!
My heart was ne'er shut to him. Nay, I'll tell you,
He knows the very business of this hour; _[All start_
But he rejoices in the cause, and loves it:
We've changed a vow to live and die together,
And he's at hand, to ratify it here.

_Ren. _ How! all betrayed!

_Pierre. _ (C. ) No; I've dealt nobly with you.
I've brought my all into the public stock:
I'd but one friend, and him I'll share amongst you:
Receive, and cherish him; or if, when seen
And searched, you find him worthless--as my tongue
Has lodged this secret in his faithful breast,
To ease your fears, I wear a dagger here,
Shall rip it out again, and give you rest,
Come forth, thou only good I e'er could boast of.

_Enter Jaffier, with a Dagger in his hand. L. D. _

_Beda. _ (C. ) His presence bears the show of manly virtue!

_Jaf. _ (L. ) I know you'll wonder all, that, thus uncalled
I dare approach this place of fatal councils;
But I'm amongst you, and, by Heaven, it glads me
To see so many virtues thus united
To restore justice, and dethrone oppression.
Command this steel, if you would have it quiet,
Into this breast; but, if you think it worthy
To cut the throats of reverend rogues in robes,
Send me into the cursed assembled Senate:
It shrinks not, though I meet a father there.
Would you behold the city flaming? here's
A hand, shall bear a lighted torch at noon
To th' arsenal, and set its gates on fire!

_Ren. _ (C. ) You talk this well, sir.

_Jaf. _ Nay, by Heaven, I'll do this!
Come, come, I read distrust in all your faces!
You fear me villain, and, indeed, 'tis odd
To hear a stranger talk thus, at first meeting,
Of matters that have been so well debated:
But I come ripe with wrongs, as you with counsels.
I hate this senate--am a foe to Venice;
A friend to none but men resolved like me
To push on mischief Oh, did you but know me,
I need not talk thus!

_Beda. _ Pierre, I must embrace him;
My heart beats to this man, as if it knew him.

_Ren. _ I never loved these huggers.

_Jaf. _ Still, I see
The cause delights me not. Your friends survey me,
As I were dangerous. But I come armed
Against all doubts, and to your trusts will give
A pledge, worth more than all the world can pay for.
My Belvidera! Hoa! my Belvidera! _[Calls at L. _

_Beda. _ (L. C. ) What wonder next?

_Jaf. _ Let me entreat you, sirs,
As I have henceforth hope to call you friends,
That all but the ambassador, and this
Grave guide of councils, with my friend, that owns me,
Withdraw awhile, to spare a woman's blushes.

_[Exeunt all but Bedamar, Renault, Jqffier, and Pierre
who stand back on L. _

_Beda. _ Pierre, whither will this ceremony lead us?

_Jaf. _ My Belvidera! Belvidera! _[ Calling_

_Bel. _ _[ Within, L. D. ]_ Who,
Who calls so loud, at this late peaceful hour?
That voice was wont to come in gentle whispers,
And fill my ears with the soft breath of love.

_Enter Belvidera, L. _

Thou hourly image of my thoughts, where art thou?

_Jaf. _ Indeed, 'tis late.

_Bel. _ Alas! where am I? whither is't you lead me?
Methinks I read distraction in your face,--
You shake and tremble, too! your blood runs cold!
Heav'ns guard my love, and bless his heart with patience!
_Jaf. _ That I have patience, let our fate bear witness.

_[Join hands. _

Who has ordained it so, that thou and I,
(Thou, the divinest good man e'er possessed,
And I, the wretched'st of the race of man,)
This very hour, without one tear, must part.

_Bel. _ Part! must we part? Oh! am I then forsaken!
Why drag you from me? _[Draunng to the R. ]_ whither are
you going?
My dear! my life! my love!

_Jaf. _ (C. ) Oh, friends! _[To Renault, &c_.

_Bel. _ (C. ) Speak to me! _[To Jaffier_

_Jaf. _ Take her from my heart,
She'll gain such hold else, I shall ne'er get loose.
I charge you, take her, but with tenderest care
Relieve her troubles and assuage her sorrows.

_[She leans on Jaffier. _

_Ren. _ _[Advancing to her. ]_ Rise, madam, and command
among your servants--

_Jaf. _ To you, sirs, and your honours, I bequeath her,

_[They lay hold of her. _

And with her, this; whene'er I prove unworthy--

_[Gives a Dagger to Renault. _

You know the rest. Then strike it to her heart;
And tell her, he, who three whole happy years,
Lay in her arms, and each kind night repeated
The passionate vows of still increasing love,
Sent that reward, for all her truth and sufferings.

_Bel. _ _[Held between Bed. & Ren. ]_ Oh, thou unkind one!
Have I deserved this from you?
Look on me, tell me, speak, thou dear deceiver,
Why am I separated from thy love?
If I am false, accuse me; but if true,
Don't, pr'ythee don't, in poverty forsake me,

_[Breaks away, and runs back to Jaffier_

But pity the sad heart, that's torn with parting.

_[They retake her_

Yet, hear me; yet, recall me. Jaffier, Jaffier!

_[Exeunt Bedamar, &c, dragging her L. S. E. , Jaffier R. _

END OF ACT II.




ACT III.

_Scene I. --A Room in the House of Aquilina. _
_Enter Belvidera, L. S. E. _

_Bel. _ I'm sacrificed! I'm sold--betrayed to shame!
inevitable ruin has enclosed me!
He, that should guard my virtue, has betrayed it;--
Left me--undone me! Oh, that I could hate him! --
Where shall I go? Oh, whither, whither wander?

_Enter Jaffier, R. _

_Jaf. _ (R. C. ) Can Belvidera want a resting-place,
When these poor arms are open to receive her?
There was a time--

_Bel. _ (C. ) Yes, yes, there was a time
When Belvidera's tears, her cries and sorrows,
Were not despised; when, if she chanced to sigh,
Or look but sad----There was, indeed, a time,
When Jaffier would have ta'en her in his arms,
Eased her declining head upon his breast,
And never left her, till he found the cause.
But well I know why you forsake me thus;
I am no longer fit to bear a share
In your concernments: my weak female virtue
Must not be trusted: 'tis too frail and tender. _[Crosses, R. _

_Jaf. _ Oh, Portia, Portia, what a soul was thine!

_Bel. _ _[Returns to L. C. ]_ That Portia was a woman; and
when Brutus,
Big with the fate of Rome (Heav'n guard thy safety! )
Concealed from her the labours of his mind,
She let him see her blood was great as his,
Flowed from a spring as noble, and a heart
Fit to partake his troubles, as his love.
Fetch, fetch that dagger back, the dreadful dower
Thou gav'st last night, in parting with me; strike it
Here to my heart; and as the blood flows from it,
Judge if it run not pure as Cato's daughter's.

_Jaf. _ (R. ) Oh, Belvidera!

_Bel. _ (C. ) Why was I last night delivered to a villain?

_Jaf. _ Ha! a villain?

_Bel. _ (R. ) Yes, to a villain! Why, at such an hour,
Meets that assembly, all made up of wretches,
That look as hell had drawn them into league?
Why, I in this hand, and in that, a dagger,
Was I delivered with such dreadful ceremonies?
"To you, sirs, and your honours, I bequeath her,
And with her, this: Whene'er I prove unworthy--
You know the rest--then strike it to her heart. "
Oh! _[Turns from him. ]_ why's that rest concealed from
me? Must I
Be made the hostage of a hellish trust?
For such, I know I am; that's all my value.
But, by the love and loyalty I owe thee,
I'll free thee from the bondage of these slaves!
Straight to the senate--tell them all I know, _[Going, L. _
All that I think, all that my fears inform me.

_Jaf. _ (C. ) Is this the Roman virtue? this the blood,
That boasts its purity with Cato's daughter?
Would she have e'er betrayed her Brutus? _[Going to her_

_Bel. _ (L. ) No;
For Brutus trusted her. _[Leans on him. ]_ Wert thou so kind,
What would not Belvidera suffer for thee?

_Jaf. _ I shall undo myself, and tell thee all--
Yet think a little, ere thou tempt me further;
Think I've a tale to tell will shake thy nature,
Melt all this boasted constancy thou talk'st of,
Into vile tears and despicable sorrows;
Then, if thou shouldst betray me--

_Bel. _ Shall I swear?

_Jaf. _ No, do not swear: I would not violate
Thy tender nature with so rude a bond;
But, as thou hop'st to see me live my days,
And love thee long, lock this within thy breast:
I've bound myself, by all the strictest sacraments,
Divine and human--

_Bel. _ Speak!

_Jaf. _ To kill thy father--

_Bel. _ My father! _[Part. ]_

_Jaf. _ Nay, the throats of the whole senate
Shall bleed, my Belvidera. He, amongst us,
That spares his father, brother, or his friend,
Is damned.

_Bel. _ Oh!

_Jaf.