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
_Chief of the Ten_. Lady, we revoke not
Our purposes so readily.
_Mar._ I know it,
As far as touches torturing the living.
I thought the dead had been beyond even _you_,
Though (some, no doubt) consigned to powers which may
Resemble that you exercise on earth.
Leave him to me; you would have done so for
His dregs of life, which you have kindly shortened:
It is my last of duties, and may prove 340
A dreary comfort in my desolation.[bw]
Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead,
And the apparel of the grave.
_Chief of the Ten_. Do you
Pretend still to this office?
_Mar._ I do, Signor.
Though his possessions have been all consumed
In the State's service, I have still my dowry,
Which shall be consecrated to his rites,
And those of---- [_She stops with agitation_.
_Chief of the Ten_. Best retain it for your children.
_Mar._ Aye, they are fatherless, I thank you.
_Chief of the Ten_. We
Cannot comply with your request. His relics 350
Shall be exposed with wonted pomp, and followed
Unto their home by the new Doge, not clad
As _Doge_, but simply as a senator.
_Mar._ I have heard of murderers, who have interred
Their victims; but ne'er heard, until this hour,
Of so much splendour in hypocrisy
O'er those they slew.[82] I've heard of widows' tears--
Alas! I have shed some--always thanks to you!
I've heard of _heirs_ in sables--you have left none
To the deceased, so you would act the part 360
Of such. Well, sirs, your will be done! as one day,
I trust, Heaven's will be done too![bx]
_Chief of the Ten_. Know you, Lady,
To whom ye speak, and perils of such speech?
_Mar._ I know the former better than yourselves;
The latter--like yourselves; and can face both.
Wish you more funerals?
_Bar._ Heed not her rash words;
Her circumstances must excuse her bearing.
_Chief of the Ten_. We will not note them down.
_Bar._ (_turning to Lor., who is writing upon his tablets_).
What art thou writing,
With such an earnest brow, upon thy tablets?
_Lor._ (_pointing to the Doge's body_). That _he_ has paid me![83]
_Chief of the Ten_. What debt did he owe you? 370
_Lor._ A long and just one; Nature's debt and _mine_.[84]
[_Curtain falls_[85]
FOOTNOTES:
[34] {113}[The MS. of _The Two Foscari_ is now in the possession of
H.R.H. the Princess of Wales.]
[35] [Begun June the 12th, completed July the 9th, Ravenna,
1821.--_Byron MS_.]
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