_I. Ber_. With all my soul! Keep a firm rein upon these bursts of passion; 530 Remember what these men have dealt to thee, And that this sacrifice will be succeeded By ages of prosperity and freedom To this unshackled city: a true tyrant[eb] Would have depopulated empires, nor Have felt the strange compunction which hath wrung you To punish a few traitors to the people. Trust me, such were a pity more misplaced Than the late mercy of the state to Steno. _Doge_. Man, thou hast struck upon the chord which jars 540 All nature from my heart. Hence to our task! [_Exeunt_. ACT IV. SCENE I.--_Palazzo of the Patrician_ LIONI.[431] LIONI _laying aside the mask and cloak which the Venetian Nobles wore in public, attended by a Domestic_. _Lioni_. I will to rest, right weary of this revel, The gayest we have held for many moons, And yet--I know not why--it cheered me not; There came a heaviness across my heart, Which, in the lightest movement of the dance, Though eye to eye, and hand in hand united Even with the Lady of my Love, oppressed me, And through my spirit chilled my blood, until A damp like Death rose o'er my brow; I strove To laugh the thought away, but 'twould not be; 10 Through all the music ringing in my ears[ec] A knell was sounding as distinct and clear, Though low and far, as e'er the Adrian wave Rose o'er the City's murmur in the night, Dashing against the outward Lido's bulwark: So that I left the festival before It reached its zenith, and will woo my pillow For thoughts more tranquil, or forgetfulness. Antonio, take my mask and cloak, and light The lamp within my chamber. _Ant_. Yes, my Lord: 20 Command you no refreshment?