When I was in my youth, and served the senate Of the town of Treviso, on a day To my reproof: I raised my hand and smote him, He turn'd to me, and said, 'The hour will come A madness of the heart shall seize upon thee, To avert the fatal moment, and atone, I could not change, and would not fear.-Nay more, Doge. And yet I find a comfort in The thought, that these things are the work of fate: Rather than deem these mortals, most of whom Even with these wretches take thy flight to heaven. Doge. I am at peace: the peace of certainty A hissing and a scoff unto the nations, Ang. Speak not thus now: the surge of passion still Sweeps o'er thee to the last; thou dost deceive Ay, palpable as I see thy sweet face Guard (coming forward). Doge of Venice, Besides, of all the fruit of these long years, And outlived everything, except thy heart, Still keep Thou turn'st so pale! - Alas! she faints, She has no breath, no pulse !-Guards! lend your aid I cannot leave her thus, and yet 'tis better, I shall be with the Eternal.-Call her women- SCENE III.-The Court of the Ducal Palace; the outer gates are shut against the people.-The Doge enters in his ducal robes, in procession with the Council of Ten and other Patricians, attended by the Guards, till they arrive at the top of the Giants' Staircase' (where the Doges took the oaths); the Executioner is stationed there with his sword.-On arriving, a Chief of the Ten takes off the ducal cap from the Doge's head. Doge. So now the Doge is nothing, and at last I am again Marino Faliero : 'Tis well to be so, though but for a moment. With how much more contentment I resign One of the Ten. Thou tremblest, Faliero ! 'Tis with age, then.* Ben. Faliero! hast thou aught further to commend, Compatible with justice, to the senate? Doge. I would commend my nephew to their mercy, My consort to their justice; for methinks Ben. Ben. And who were they who fell in such a cause? Doge. The King of Sparta and the Doge of Venice But recollect the people are without, Upon you! Ye blue waves! which bore my banner, Ye stones, in which my gore will not sink, but And show these eyes, before they close, the doom Are silently engendering of the day, Shedding so much blood in her last defence, With some large gondolier or foreign soldier, thee, Vice without splendour, sin without relief When these and more are heavy on thee, when Should the dramatic picture seem harsh, let the reader look to the historical of the period prophesied, or rather of the few years preceding that period. Voltaire calculated their nostre bene merite meretrici at 12,000 of regulars, without including volunteers and local militla, on what authority I know not; but it is perhaps the only part of the population not decreased. Venice once contained 200,000 in This was the actual reply of Bailli, Maire of Paris, habitants; there are now about 90,000, and these! to a Frenchman who made him the same reproach on Few individuals can conceive, and none could dehis way to execution, in the earliest part of their re-scribe, the actual state into which the more than involution. I find in reading over (since the completion fernal tyranny of Austria has plunged this unhappy of this tragedy), for the first time these six years, city. Venice Preserved, a similar reply on a different occa sion by Renault, and other coincidences arising from + The chief palaces on the Brenta now belong to the subject. I need hardly remind the gentlest reader the Jews, who, in the earlier times of the Republic, that such coincidences must be accidental from the were only allowed to inhabit Mestri, and not to enter very facility of their detection by reference to so the city of Venice. The whole commerce is in the popular a play on the stage, and in the closet, as hands of the Jews and Greeks, and the Huns from Otway's chef d'œuvre. the garrison, } Meanness and weakness, and a sense of woe 'Gainst which thou wilt not strive, and dar'st not. murmur, Have made thee last and worst of peopled deserts, Then in the last gasp of thine agony, Amidst thy many murders, think of mine! How is it? let us hear at least, since sight Is thus prohibited unto the people, Except the occupiers of those bars. First Cit. One has approach'd the Doge, and now they strip The ducal bonnet from his head-and now Thou den of drunkards with the blood of prin- He raises his keen eyes to heaven; I see ces !* Gehenna of the waters! thou sea Sodom ! Thee and thy serpent seed! [Here the Doge turns and addresses the Executioner. curse! Strike-and but once! [The Doge throws himself upon his knees, and as the Executioner raises his sword the scene closes. SCENE IV.-The Piazza and Piazetta of St. Mark's. The people in crowds gathered round the grated gates of the Ducal Palace, which are shut. First Citizen. I have gain'd the gate, and can discern the Ten, Robed in their gowns of state, ranged round the Doge. Second Cut. I cannot reach thee with mine utmost effort. Of the first fifty Doges, five abdicated, five were banished with their eyes put out, five were massacred. and nine deposed; so that nineteen out of fifty lost the throne by violence, besides two who fell in battle-this occurred long previous to the reign of Marino Faliero. One of his more immediate predecessors. Andrea Dandolo, died of vexation; Marino Faliero himself perished as related. Amongst his successors. Foscari, after seeing his son repeatedly tortured and banished, was deposed, and died of breaking a blood-vessel, on hearing the bell of Saint Mark's toll for the election of his successor. Moro. sini was impeached for the loss of Candia; but this was previous to his dukedom, during which he conquered the Morea, and was styled the Peloponnesian. Faliero might truly say, 'Thou den of drunkards with the blood of Princes!' Them glitter, and his lips move-Hush! hush !--no, Second Cit. Hush! we perhaps may catch the sound. Sixth Cit. Are you sure he's dead? First Cit. I saw the sword fall-Lo! what have we here? Enter on the Balcony of the Palace which fronts St. Mark's Place a Chief of the Ten, with a bloedy sword. He waves it thrice before the People, and exclaims, 'Justice hath dealt upon the mighty Traitor!' [The gates are opened; the populace rush in towards the Giants Staircase, where the execution has taken place. The foremost of them exclaims to those behind, The gory head rolls down the Giants' Steps!' [The curtain falls. SARDANAPALUS: A TRAGEDY. 1821. ΤΟ THE ILLUSTRIOUS GOETHE A STRANGER PRESUMES TO OFFER THE HOMAGE OF A LITERARY VASSAL TO HIS liege lord, THE FIRST OF EXISTING WRITERS, AND ILLUSTRATED THAT OF EUROPE. THE UNWORTHY PRODUCTION WHICH THE AUTHOR VENTURES TO INSCRIBE TO HIM IS ENTITLED, SARDANAPALUS. PREFACE. IN publishing the following Tragedies* I have only to repeat, that they were not composed with the most remote view to the stage. On the attempt made by the managers in a former instance, the public opinion has been already expressed. With regard to my own private feelings, as it seems that they are to stand for nothing, I shall say nothing. For the historical foundation of the following compositions the reader is referred to the Notes. The Author has in one instance attempted to preserve, and in the other to approach, the 'unities;' conceiving that with any very distant departure from them, there may be poetry, but can be no drama. He is aware of the unpopularity of this notion in present English literature; but it is not a system of his own, being merely an opinion, which, not very long ago, was the law of literature throughout the world, and is still so in the more civilized parts of it. But nous avons changé tout cela, and are reaping the advantages of the change. The writer is far from conceiving that anything he can adduce by personal precept or example can at all approach his regular, or even irregular, predecessors: he is merely giving a reason why he preferred the more regular formation of a structure, however feeble, to an entire abandonment of all rules whatsoever. Where he has failed, the failure is in the architect,-and not in the art. In this tragedy it has been my intention to follow the account of Diodorus Siculus; reducing it, however, to such dramatic regularity as I best could, and trying to approach the unities. I therefore suppose the rebellion to explode and succeed in one day by a sudden conspiracy, instead of the long war of the history. Sardanapalus and The Two Foscari. ACT I. SCENE I.-A Hall in the Palace. Salemenes [solus]. He hath wrong'd his queen, but still he is her lord; He hath wrong'd my sister, still he is my brother; To have reach'd an empire: to an empire born, not Health like the chase, nor glory like the war- [Sound of soft music heard from within. SCENE II. Enter Sardanapalus, effeminately dressed, his Head crowned with Flowers, and his Robe negligently flowing, attended by a Train of Women and young Slaves. Sar. Let the pavilion over the Euphrates [Speaking to some of his attendants. Be garlanded, and lit, and furnish'd forth Thy own sweet will shall be the only barrier Sal. [comes forward and says] The Ionian slave says well: let her retire. Sar. Who answers? How now, brother? Sal. The queen's brother, And your most faithful vassal, royal lord. Sar. [addressing his train.] As I have said, let all dispose their hours Till midnight, when again we [To Myrrha, who is going]. thou wouldst remain. Myr. Thou didst not say so. Sar. pray your presence. [The court retiring. Myrrha! I thought Great king, But thou lookedst it: I know each glance of those Ionic eyes, Myr. Not blush! Sar. Thou hast no more eyes than heart to make her crimson Like to the dying day on Caucasus, Where sunset tints the snow with rosy shadows, And then reproach her with thine own cold blind ness, Which will not see it. What I in tears, my Myrrha? The Ionian name had been still more compre hensive, having included the Achaians and the Boeotians, who, together with those to whom it was afterwards confined, would make nearly the whole of the Greek nation; and among the Orientals it was always the general name for the Greeks.'-MIT Of midnight we will sup there: see nought wanting, FORD'S Greece, vol. i. p. 199. |