_Cal_. With all my soul and sword, I yield assent; Our companies are ready, sixty each, 240 And all now under arms by Israel's order; Each at their different place of rendezvous, And vigilant, expectant of some blow; Let each repair for action to his post! And now, my Lord, the signal? _Doge_. When you hear The great bell of Saint Mark's, which may not be Struck without special order of the Doge (The last poor privilege they leave their Prince), March on Saint Mark's! _I. Ber_. And there?-- _Doge_. By different routes Let your march be directed, every sixty 250 Entering a separate avenue, and still Upon the way let your cry be of War And of the Genoese Fleet, by the first dawn Discerned before the port; form round the palace, Within whose court will be drawn out in arms My nephew and the clients of our house, Many and martial; while the bell tolls on, Shout ye, "Saint Mark!--the foe is on our waters!" _Cal_. I see it now--but on, my noble Lord. _Doge_. All the patricians flocking to the Council, 260 (Which they dare not refuse, at the dread signal Pealing from out their Patron Saint's proud tower,) Will then be gathered in unto the harvest, And we will reap them with the sword for sickle. If some few should be tardy or absent, them, 'Twill be but to be taken faint and single, When the majority are put to rest. _Cal_. Would that the hour were come! we will not scotch,[426] But kill. _Ber_. Once more, sir, with your pardon, I Would now repeat the question which I asked 270 Before Bertuccio added to our cause This great ally who renders it more sure, And therefore safer, and as such admits Some dawn of mercy to a portion of Our victims--must all perish in this slaughter? _Cal_. All who encounter me and mine--be sure, The mercy they have shown, I show. _Consp_. All! all! Is this a time to talk of pity? when Have they e'er shown, or felt, or feigned it?