The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 4Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
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The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 4
Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
Poetry
_Doge_. No--but I _feel_, and shall do to the last.
I cannot quench a glorious life at once,
Nor dwindle to the thing I now must be,[dm]
And take men's lives by stealth, without some pause:
Yet doubt me not; it is this very feeling,
And knowing _what_ has wrung me to be thus, 110
Which is your best security. There's not
A roused mechanic in your busy plot[dn]
So wronged as I, so fall'n, so loudly called
To his redress: the very means I am forced
By these fell tyrants to adopt is such,
That I abhor them doubly for the deeds
Which I must do to pay them back for theirs.
_I. Ber_. Let us away--hark--the Hour strikes.
_Doge_. On--on--
It is our knell, or that of Venice.--On.
_I. Ber_. Say rather, 'tis her Freedom's rising peal 120
Of Triumph. This way--we are near the place.
[_Exeunt_.
SCENE II.--_The House where the Conspirators meet._
DAGOLINO, DORO, BERTRAM, FEDELE TREVISANO, CALENDARO,
ANTONIO DELLE BENDE, ETC., ETC.
_Cal_. (_entering_). Are all here?
_Dag_. All with you; except the three
On duty, and our leader Israel,
Who is expected momently.
_Cal_. Where's Bertram?
_Ber_. Here!
_Cal_. Have you not been able to complete
The number wanting in your company?
_Ber_. I had marked out some: but I have not dared
To trust them with the secret, till assured
That they were worthy faith.
_Cal_. There is no need
Of trusting to their faith; _who_, save ourselves
And our more chosen comrades, is aware 10
Fully of our intent? they think themselves
Engaged in secret to the Signory,[421]
To punish some more dissolute young nobles
Who have defied the law in their excesses;
But once drawn up, and their new swords well fleshed
In the rank hearts of the more odious Senators,
They will not hesitate to follow up
Their blow upon the others, when they see
The example of their chiefs, and I for one
Will set them such, that they for very shame 20
And safety will not pause till all have perished.
_Ber_. How say you? _all!_
_Cal_. Whom wouldst thou spare?
_Ber_. _I spare?_
I have no power to spare. I only questioned,
Thinking that even amongst these wicked men
There might be some, whose age and qualities
Might mark them out for pity.
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