Vin. Calm, but not overcast, he stood resign'd Enter the Secretary of the Forty. Sec. The high tribunal of the Forty sends Doge. Retire, and wait without.—Take thou this pa Why do you tremble thus?—nay, doubt not, all Will be as could be wish'd. Doge. Ber. Fal. (Reading.) Say on. "Decreed In council, without one dissenting voice, That Michel Steno, by his own confession, Of having graven on the ducal throne The following words Doge. Would'st thou repeat them? Would'st thou repeat them-lhou, a Faliero, Harp on the deep dishonour of our house, Dishonour'd in its chief-that chief the prince Of Venice, first of cities?-To the sentence. Ber. Fal. Forgive me, my good lord; I will obey In the mean time the Forty doth salute They are wond'rous dutiful, and ever humble. Vin. It is, your highness: The president was sealing it, when I Was call'd in, that no moment might be lost Not only to the chief of the Republic But the complainant, both in one united. Ber. Fal. Are you aware, from aught you have perOf their decision? Vin. No, my lord; you know The secret custom of the courts in Venice. [ceived, Ber. Fal. True; but there still is something given to guess, Which a shrewd gleaner and quick eye would catch at, More or less solemn spread o'er the tribunal. Vin. My lord, I came away upon the moment, Doge, (abruptly.) And how look'd he? deliver that. Oh, that the Genoese were in the port! Oh, that the Huns whom I o'erthrew at Zara Ber. Fal. In Venice' Duke to say so. Doge. 'Tis not well Venice' Duke! Who now is Duke in Venice? let me see him, That he may do me right. Ber. Fal. If you forget Your office, and its dignity and duty, Remember that of man, and curb this passion. Doge. (interrupting him.) There is no such thing- Doge. (interrupting him.) You see what it has done→ I ask'd no remedy but from the law I sought no vengeance but redress by law I call'd no judges but those named by the law- very subjects who had made me sovereign, And gave me thus a double right to be so, The rights of place and choice, of birth and service, The travel, toil, the perils, the fatigues, The blood and sweat of almost eighty years, Were weigh'd i' the balance, 'gainst the foulest stain, Of a rank, rash patrician—and found wanting! Ber. Fal. I say not that;- In case your fresh appeal should be rejected, Doge. Appeal again! art thou my brother's son? The nephew of a Doge? and of that blood Which bath already given three dukes to Venice? Ber. Fal. My princely uncle! you are too much moved: We'll take it; but may do all this in calmness- Doge. I tell thee-must I tell thee-what thy father Of torture from the touch? hast thou no soul- VOL. III. -D Ber. Fal. "Tis the first time that honour has been And were the last, from any other sceptic. [doubted, Doge. You know the full offence of this born villain, This creeping, coward, rank, acquitted felon, Who threw his sting into a poisonous libel, And on the honour of-Oh God!—my wife, The nearest, dearest part of all men's honour, Left a base slur to pass from mouth to mouth Of loose mechanics, with all coarse foul comments, And villanous jests, and blasphemies obscene; While sneering nobles, in more polish'd guise, Whisper'd the tale, and smiled upon the lie Which made me look like them-a courteous wittol, Patient-ay, proud, it may be, of dishonour. Ber. Fal. But still it was a lie-you knew it false, And so did all men. Doge. Nephew, the high Roman Said "Cæsar's wife must not even be suspected," And put her from him. Ber. Fal. True but in those days Doge. What is it that a Roman would not suffer, That a Venetian prince must bear? Old Dandolo Refused the diadem of all the Cæsars, And wore the ducal cap I trample on, Ber. Fal. 'Tis even so. Doge. It is-it is:-I did not visit on The innocent creature thus most vilely slander'd For that he had been long her father's friend |