IO The stars are forth, the moon above the tops I learned the language of another world. arches Waved dark in the blue midnight, and the stars Shone through the rents of ruin; from afar The watchdog bayed beyond the Tiber; and More near from out the Caesars' palace came The owl's long cry, and, interruptedly, Of distant sentinels the fitful song breach Appeared to skirt the horizon, yet they stood Within a bowshot. Where the Cæsars dwelt, And dwell the tuneless birds of night, amidst A grove which springs through levelled battlements, And twines its roots with the imperial hearths, Ivy usurps the laurel's place of growth;- halls, 2 As 'twere anew, the gaps of centuries, Became religion, and the heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old,— The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns. 40 MARINO FALIERO, DOGE OF VENICE ACT V.-Scene 3. MARINO FALIERO. I speak to Time and to Eternity, Of which I grow a portion, not to man. Ye winds! which fluttered o'er as if you loved it, And filled my swelling sails as they were wafted To many a triumph! Thou, my native earth, Which I have bled for! and thou, foreign earth Which drank this willing blood from many a wound! Ye stones, in which my gore will not sink, but Reek up to heaven! Ye skies, which will receive it! Thou sun! which shinest on these things, and Thou Who kindlest and who quenchest suns! Of this proud city, and I leave my curse When she, who built 'gainst Attila a bulwark, Shedding so much blood in her last defence, Then, when the few who still retain a wreck Even in the palace where they swayed as sovereigns, Even in the palace where they slew their sovereign, Proud of some name they have disgraced, or sprung From an adulteress boastful of her guilt Despised by cowards for greater cowardice, All thine inheritance shall be her shame Vice without splendour, sin without relief Youth without honour, age without respect, not murmur, 50 60 Have made thee last and worst of peopled 70 10 20 30 40 ACT I.-Scene 1. SARDANAPALUS SALEMENES, SARDANAPALUS, MYRRHA. Sal. (Solus.) He hath wronged his queen, but still he is her lord; Ile hath wronged my sister, still he is my brother; He hath wronged his people, still he is their sovereign, And I must be his friend as well as subject; ness. He must be roused. Alas! there is no sound By the first manly hand which dares to snatch it. By the god Baal! The man would make me tyrant. Sal. The negligence, the apathy, the evils The worst acts of one energetic master. Sar. Come, I'm indulgent, as thou knowest, patient, As thou hast often proved-speak out, what moves thee? Sal. Thy peril. Sar. Sal. Say on. Thus, then: all the nations; For they are many, whom thy father left In heritage, are loud in wrath against thee. Sar. 'Gainst me! What would the slaves? Sal. A king. Sar. Am I then? Sal. And what In their eyes a nothing; but In mine a man who might be something still. Sar. I understand thee-thou would'st have me go Forth as a conqueror. By all the stars And lead them forth to glory! 60 70 08 [Semiramis-á woman only-led These our Assyrians to the solar shores Of Ganges. Sar. 'Tis most true. And how returned? Good her retreat to Bactria. Sal. Our annals say not. And wolves, and men-the fiercer of the three- Sal. I would but have recalled thee from thy Better by me awakened than rebellion. Sa'. I only echo thee the voice of empires, Which he who long neglects not long will govern. Sar. The ungrateful and ungracious slaves! they murmur 110 Because I have not shed their blood, nor led 120 them To dry into the desert's dust by myriads, Or whiten with their bones the banks of Nor decimated them with savage laws, Sal. And lavished treasures, and contemnèd virtues. Sar. Or for my trophies I have founded cities: There's Tarsus and Anchialus, both built My martial grandam, chaste Semiramis, Sal. 'Tis most true, I own thy merit in those founded cities, Built for a whim, recorded with a verse, Which shames both them and thee to coming ages. Sar. Shame me! by Baal, the cities, though well built, 130 Are not more goodly than the verse! Say what Thou wilt 'gainst me, my mode of life or rule, But nothing 'gainst the truth of that brief record. Why, those few lines contain the history Sal. A worthy moral, and a wise inscription, Sar. O, thou would'st have me doubtless 140 set up edicts, 'Obey the King-contribute to his treasureRecruit his phalanx - spill your blood at Open. How feel you? Jac. Fos. to the window.) There, sir, 'tis Like a boy-O, Venice! Guard. And your limbs? Jac. Fos. Limbs! how often have they borne me Bounding o'er yon blue tide, as I have skimmed The gondola along in childish race, And, masqued as a young gondolier, amidst Raced for our pleasure, in the pride of While the fair populace of crowding beauties, 20 With dazzling smiles, and wishes audible, And waving kerchiefs, and applauding hands, Even to the goal!- How many a time have I Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more The loftier they uplifted me; and oft, Returning with my grasp full of such tokens As showed that I had searched the deep: exulting, With a far-dashing stroke, and drawing deep The long-suspended breath, again I spurned The foam which broke around me, and pursued My track like a sea-bird.—I was a boy then. Guard. Be a man now! there never was more need Of manhood's strength. Jac. Fos. (Looking from the lattice.) My beautiful, my own, My only Venice-this is breath! Thy breeze, Thine Adrian sea-breeze, how it fans my face! Jac. Fos. Once-twice before: both times they exiled me. Guard. And the third time will slay you. So I be buried in my birth-place: better where. 3 40 50 60 |