_Doge_. Come then, My gentle child--forgive me: thou wert made 500 For better fortunes than to share in mine, Now darkling in their close toward the deep vale Where Death sits robed in his all-sweeping shadow.[dh] When I am gone--it may be sooner than Even these years warrant, for there is that stirring Within--above--around, that in this city Will make the cemeteries populous As e'er they were by pestilence or war,-- When I _am_ nothing, let that which I _was_ Be still sometimes a name on thy sweet lips, 510 A shadow in thy fancy, of a thing Which would not have thee mourn it, but remember. Let us begone, my child--the time is pressing. SCENE II.--_A retired spot near the Arsenal_. ISRAEL BERTUCCIO _and_ PHILIP CALENDARO.[409] _Cal_. How sped you, Israel, in your late complaint? _I. Ber_. Why, well. _Cal_. Is't possible! will he be punished? _I. Ber_. Yes. _Cal_. With what? a mulct or an arrest? _I. Ber_. With death! _Cal_. Now you rave, or must intend revenge, Such as I counselled you, with your own hand. _I. Ber_. Yes; and for one sole draught of hate, forego The great redress we meditate for Venice, And change a life of hope for one of exile; Leaving one scorpion crushed, and thousands stinging My friends, my family, my countrymen! 10 No, Calendaro; these same drops of blood, Shed shamefully, shall have the whole of his For their requital----But not only his; We will not strike for private wrongs alone: Such are for selfish passions and rash men, But are unworthy a Tyrannicide. _Cal_. You have more patience than I care to boast. Had I been present when you bore this insult, I must have slain him, or expired myself In the vain effort to repress my wrath. 20 _I. Ber_. Thank Heaven you were not--all had else been marred: As 'tis, our cause looks prosperous still. _Cal_. You saw The Doge--what answer gave he? _I. Ber_. That there was No punishment for such as Barbaro. _Cal_. I told you so before, and that 'twas idle To think of justice from such hands. _I. Ber_. At least, It lulled suspicion, showing confidence. Had I been silent, not a Sbirro[410] but Had kept me in his eye, as meditating A silent, solitary, deep revenge. 30 _Cal_. But wherefore not address you to the Council? The Doge is a mere puppet, who can scarce Obtain right for himself. Why speak to _him_? _I. Ber_. You shall know that hereafter.