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
It was, no doubt, with reference to these criticisms that Byron told
Medwin (_Conversations_, 1824, p. 173) that it was no invention of his
that the "young Foscari should have a sickly affection for his native
city.... I painted the men as I found them, as they were--not as the
critics would have them.... But no painting, however highly coloured,
can give an idea of the intensity of a Venetian's affection for his
native city."
Goethe, on the other hand, was "not careful" to note these
inconsistencies and perplexities. He thought that the dramatic handling
of _The Two Foscari_ was "worthy of great praise," was "admirable!"
(_Conversations with Goethe_, 1874, p. 265).
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ
MEN.
FRANCIS FOSCARI, _Doge of Venice_.
JACOPO FOSCARI, _Son of the Doge_.
JAMES LOREDANO, _a Patrician_.
MARCO MEMMO, _a Chief of the Forty_.
BARBARIGO, _a Senator_.
_Other Senators, The Council of Ten, Guards, Attendants, etc., etc._
WOMAN.
MARINA, _Wife of young_ FOSCARI.
SCENE--The Ducal Palace, Venice.
THE TWO FOSCARI.
ACT I.
SCENE I.--_A Hall in the Ducal Palace_.
_Enter_ LOREDANO _and_ BARBARIGO, _meeting_.
_Lor._ WHERE is the prisoner?
_Bar._ Reposing from
The Question.
_Lor._ The hour's past--fixed yesterday
For the resumption of his trial.--Let us
Rejoin our colleagues in the council, and
Urge his recall.
_Bar._ Nay, let him profit by
A few brief minutes for his tortured limbs;
He was o'erwrought by the Question yesterday,
And may die under it if now repeated.[at][37]
_Lor._ Well?
_Bar._ I yield not to you in love of justice,
Or hate of the ambitious Foscari, 10
Father and son, and all their noxious race;
But the poor wretch has suffered beyond Nature's
Most stoical endurance.
_Lor._ Without owning
His crime?
_Bar._ Perhaps without committing any.
But he avowed the letter to the Duke
Of Milan, and his sufferings half atone for
Such weakness.
_Lor._ We shall see.
_Bar._ You, Loredano,
Pursue hereditary hate too far.
_Lor._ How far?
_Bar._ To extermination.
_Lor._ When they are
Extinct, you may say this.--Let's in to council. 20
_Bar._ Yet pause--the number of our colleagues is not
Complete yet; two are wanting ere we can
Proceed.
_Lor._ And the chief judge, the Doge?
_Bar._ No--he,
With more than Roman fortitude, is ever
First at the board in this unhappy process
Against his last and only son.[38]
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