The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: PoetryByron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
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The Works of Lord Byron. Vol. 5: Poetry
Byron, George Gordon Byron, Baron
English drama; English poetry
_Mar._ Come, come, old man!
[_Exeunt the_ DOGE _and_ MARINA.
_Enter_ BARBARIGO _and_ LOREDANO.
_Bar._ (_to an Attendant_). Where is the Doge?
_Att._ This instant retired hence,
With the illustrious lady his son's widow.
_Lor._ Where?
_Att._ To the chamber where the body lies.
_Bar._ Let us return, then.
_Lor._ You forget, you cannot.
We have the implicit order of the Giunta
To await their coming here, and join them in
Their office: they'll be here soon after us.
_Bar._ And will they press their answer on the Doge?
_Lor._ 'Twas his own wish that all should be done promptly. 120
He answered quickly, and must so be answered;
His dignity is looked to, his estate
Cared for--what would he more?
_Bar._ Die in his robes:
He could not have lived long; but I have done
My best to save his honours, and opposed
This proposition to the last, though vainly.
Why would the general vote compel me hither?
_Lor._ 'Twas fit that some one of such different thoughts
From ours should be a witness, lest false tongues
Should whisper that a harsh majority 130
Dreaded to have its acts beheld by others.
_Bar._ And not less, I must needs think, for the sake
Of humbling me for my vain opposition.
You are ingenious, Loredano, in
Your modes of vengeance, nay, poetical,
A very Ovid in the art of _hating_;
'Tis thus (although a secondary object,
Yet hate has microscopic eyes), to you
I owe, by way of foil to the more zealous,
This undesired association in 140
Your Giunta's duties.
_Lor._ How!--_my_ Giunta!
_Bar._ _Yours!_
They speak your language, watch your nod, approve
Your plans, and do your work. Are they not _yours?_
_Lor._ You talk unwarily. 'Twere best they hear not
This from you.
_Bar._ Oh! they'll hear as much one day
From louder tongues than mine; they have gone beyond
Even their exorbitance of power: and when
This happens in the most contemned and abject
States, stung humanity will rise to check it.
_Lor._ You talk but idly.
_Bar._ That remains for proof. 150
Here come our colleagues.
_Enter the Deputation as before_.
_Chief of the Ten_. Is the Duke aware
We seek his presence?
_Att._ He shall be informed.
[_Exit Attendant_.
_Bar._ The Duke is with his son.
_Chief of the Ten_. If it be so,
We will remit him till the rites are over.
Let us return. 'Tis time enough to-morrow.
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