[Voices without] More traitors; room, room, make room there.Duke.How's this! Guards!Where are our guards? Shut up the gates; the treason'sAlready at our doors.
[Voices without] More traitors; room, room, make room there.
Duke.How's this! Guards!Where are our guards? Shut up the gates; the treason'sAlready at our doors.
EnterOfficer.
Offi.My lords, more traitors;Seized in the very act of consultation;Furnished with arms and instruments of mischief.—Bring in the prisoners.
Offi.My lords, more traitors;Seized in the very act of consultation;Furnished with arms and instruments of mischief.—Bring in the prisoners.
EnterPierre,Renault,Theodore,Eliot,Revillido,and otherConspirators,in fetters,guarded.
Pier.You, my lords and fathers(As you are pleased to call yourselves) of Venice,If you sit here to guide the course of justice,Why these disgraceful chains upon the limbsThat have so often laboured in your service?Are these the wreaths of triumphs ye bestowOn those that bring you conquests home, and honours?Duke.Go on; you shall be heard, sir.Ant.And be hanged, too, I hope.Pier.Are these the trophies I've deserved for fightingYour battles with confederated powers?When winds and seas conspired to overthrow you,And brought the fleets of Spain to your own harbours;When you, great Duke, shrunk trembling in your palace,And saw your wife, the Adriatic, ploughed,Like a lewd whore, by bolder prows than yours,Stepped not I forth, and taught your loose VenetiansThe task of honour, and the way to greatness;Raised you from your capitulating fears,To stipulate the terms of sued-for peace?And this my recompense? If I'm a traitor,Produce my charge; or show the wretch that's base enoughAnd brave enough to tell me I'm a traitor.Duke.Know you one Jaffier?[All theConspiratorsmurmur.Pier.Yes, and know his virtue.His justice, truth, his general worth, and sufferingsFrom a hard father, taught me first to love him.Duke.See him brought forth.
Pier.You, my lords and fathers(As you are pleased to call yourselves) of Venice,If you sit here to guide the course of justice,Why these disgraceful chains upon the limbsThat have so often laboured in your service?Are these the wreaths of triumphs ye bestowOn those that bring you conquests home, and honours?
Duke.Go on; you shall be heard, sir.
Ant.And be hanged, too, I hope.
Pier.Are these the trophies I've deserved for fightingYour battles with confederated powers?When winds and seas conspired to overthrow you,And brought the fleets of Spain to your own harbours;When you, great Duke, shrunk trembling in your palace,And saw your wife, the Adriatic, ploughed,Like a lewd whore, by bolder prows than yours,Stepped not I forth, and taught your loose VenetiansThe task of honour, and the way to greatness;Raised you from your capitulating fears,To stipulate the terms of sued-for peace?And this my recompense? If I'm a traitor,Produce my charge; or show the wretch that's base enoughAnd brave enough to tell me I'm a traitor.
Duke.Know you one Jaffier?[All theConspiratorsmurmur.
Pier.Yes, and know his virtue.His justice, truth, his general worth, and sufferingsFrom a hard father, taught me first to love him.
Duke.See him brought forth.
Re-enterJaffier,guarded.
Pier.My friend too bound! nay, then,Our fate has conquered us, and we must fall.Why droops the man whose welfare's so much mine,They're but one thing? These reverend tyrants, Jaffier,Call us all traitors: art thou one, my brother?Jaff.To thee I am the falsest, veriest slaveThat e'er betrayed a generous, trusting friend,And gave up honour to be sure of ruin.All our fair hopes, which morning was to have crowned,Has this cursed tongue o'erthrown.Pier.So, then, all's over:Venice has lost her freedom; I my life.No more; farewell.Duke.Say, will you make confessionOf your vile deeds, and trust the Senate's mercy?Pier.Cursed be your Senate; cursed your constitution;The curse of growing factions and divisionStill vex your councils, shake your public safety,And make the robes of government you wear.Hateful to you, as these base chains to me!Duke.Pardon, or death?Pier.Death, honourable death!Ren.Death's the best thing we ask, or you can give.All Conspir.No shameful bonds, but honourable death.Duke.Break up the council. Captain, guard your prisoners.Jaffier, you're free, but these must wait for judgment.
Pier.My friend too bound! nay, then,Our fate has conquered us, and we must fall.Why droops the man whose welfare's so much mine,They're but one thing? These reverend tyrants, Jaffier,Call us all traitors: art thou one, my brother?
Jaff.To thee I am the falsest, veriest slaveThat e'er betrayed a generous, trusting friend,And gave up honour to be sure of ruin.All our fair hopes, which morning was to have crowned,Has this cursed tongue o'erthrown.
Pier.So, then, all's over:Venice has lost her freedom; I my life.No more; farewell.
Duke.Say, will you make confessionOf your vile deeds, and trust the Senate's mercy?
Pier.Cursed be your Senate; cursed your constitution;The curse of growing factions and divisionStill vex your councils, shake your public safety,And make the robes of government you wear.Hateful to you, as these base chains to me!
Duke.Pardon, or death?
Pier.Death, honourable death!
Ren.Death's the best thing we ask, or you can give.
All Conspir.No shameful bonds, but honourable death.
Duke.Break up the council. Captain, guard your prisoners.Jaffier, you're free, but these must wait for judgment.
[Exeunt all theSenators.[75]
Pier.Come, where's my dungeon? lead me to my straw:It will not be the first time I've lodged hardTo do your Senate service.Jaff.Hold one moment.Pier.Who's he disputes the judgment of the Senate?Presumptuous rebel—on—[StrikesJaffier.Jaff.By Heaven, you stir not!I must be heard, I must have leave to speak.Thou hast disgraced me, Pierre, by a vile blow:Had not a dagger done thee nobler justice?But use me as thou wilt, thou canst not wrong me,For I am fallen beneath the basest injuries;Yet look upon me with an eye of mercy,With pity and with charity behold me;Shut not thy heart against a friend's repentance,But, as there dwells a godlike nature in thee,Listen with mildness to my supplications.Pier.What whining monk art thou? what holy cheat,That wouldst encroach upon my credulous ears,And cant'st thus vilely? Hence! I know thee not.Dissemble and be nasty: leave me, hypocrite.Jaff.Not know me, Pierre?Pier.No, know thee not: what art thou?Jaff.Jaffier, thy friend, thy once loved, valued friend,Though now deservedly scorned, and used most hardly.Pier.Thou Jaffier! thou my once loved, valued friend?By Heavens, thou liest! The man so called, my friend,Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valiant,Noble in mind, and in his person lovely,Dear to my eyes and tender to my heart:But thou, a wretched, base, false, worthless coward,Poor even in soul, and loathsome in thy aspect;All eyes must shun thee, and all hearts detest thee.Pr'ythee avoid, nor longer cling thus round me,Like something baneful, that my nature's chilled at.Jaff.I have not wronged thee, by these tears I have not,But still am honest, true, and hope, too, valiant;My mind still full of thee: therefore still noble.Let not thy eyes then shun me, nor thy heartDetest me utterly: oh, look upon me,Look back and see my sad, sincere submission!How my heart swells, as even 'twould burst my bosom,Fond of its goal, and labouring to be at thee!What shall I do—what say to make thee hear me?Pier.Hast thou not wronged me? dar'st thou call thyselfJaffier, that once loved, valued friend of mine,And swear thou hast not wronged me? Whence these chains?Whence the vile death which I may meet this moment?Whence this dishonour, but from thee, thou false one?Jaff.All's true, yet grant one thing, and I've done asking.Pier.What's that?Jaff.To take thy life on such conditionsThe Council have proposed: thou and thy friendsMay yet live long, and to be better treated.Pier.Life! ask my life? confess! record myselfA villain, for the privilege to breathe,And carry up and down this cursèd cityA discontented and repining spirit,Burthensome to itself, a few years longer,To lose it, may be, at last in a lewd quarrelFor some new friend, treacherous and false as thou art!No, this vile world and I have long been jangling,And cannot part on better terms than now,When only men like thee are fit to live in't.Jaff.By all that's just—Pier.Swear by some other powers,For thou hast broke that sacred oath too lately.Jaff.Then, by that hell I merit, I'll not leave thee,Till to thyself, at least, thou'rt reconciled,However thy resentments deal with me.Pier.Not leave me!Jaff.No; thou shalt not force me from thee.Use me reproachfully, and like a slave;Tread on me, buffet me, heap wrongs on wrongsOn my poor head; I'll bear it all with patience,Shall weary out thy most unfriendly cruelty:Lie at thy feet and kiss them, though they spurn me,Till, wounded by my sufferings, thou relent,And raise me to thy arms with dear forgiveness.Pier.Art thou not—Jaff.What?Pier.A traitor?Jaff.Yes.Pier.A villain?Jaff.Granted.Pier.A coward, a most scandalous coward,Spiritless, void of honour, one who has soldThy everlasting fame for shameless life?Jaff.All, all, and more, much more: my faults are numberless.Pier.And wouldst thou have me live on terms like thine?Base as thou'rt false—Jaff.No; 'tis to me that's granted.The safety of thy life was all I aimed at,In recompense for faith and trust so broken.Pier.I scorn it more, because preserved by thee:And as when first my foolish heart took pityOn thy misfortunes, sought thee in thy miseries,Relieved thy wants, and raised thee from thy stateOf wretchedness in which thy fate had plunged thee,To rank thee in my list of noble friends,All I received in surety for thy truthWere unregarded oaths, and this, this dagger,Given with a worthless pledge thou since hast stolen,So I restore it back to thee again;Swearing by all those powers which thou hast violated,Never from this cursed hour to hold communion,Friendship, or interest with thee, though our yearsWere to exceed those limited the world.Take it—farewell!—for now I owe thee nothing.Jaff.Say thou wilt live then.Pier.For my life, dispose itJust as thou wilt, because 'tis what I'm tired with.Jaff.O Pierre!Pier.No more.Jaff.My eyes won't lose the sight of thee,But languish after thine, and ache with gazing.Pier.Leave me—Nay, then thus, thus I throw thee from me,And curses, great as is thy falsehood, catch thee!
Pier.Come, where's my dungeon? lead me to my straw:It will not be the first time I've lodged hardTo do your Senate service.
Jaff.Hold one moment.
Pier.Who's he disputes the judgment of the Senate?Presumptuous rebel—on—[StrikesJaffier.
Jaff.By Heaven, you stir not!I must be heard, I must have leave to speak.Thou hast disgraced me, Pierre, by a vile blow:Had not a dagger done thee nobler justice?But use me as thou wilt, thou canst not wrong me,For I am fallen beneath the basest injuries;Yet look upon me with an eye of mercy,With pity and with charity behold me;Shut not thy heart against a friend's repentance,But, as there dwells a godlike nature in thee,Listen with mildness to my supplications.
Pier.What whining monk art thou? what holy cheat,That wouldst encroach upon my credulous ears,And cant'st thus vilely? Hence! I know thee not.Dissemble and be nasty: leave me, hypocrite.
Jaff.Not know me, Pierre?
Pier.No, know thee not: what art thou?
Jaff.Jaffier, thy friend, thy once loved, valued friend,Though now deservedly scorned, and used most hardly.
Pier.Thou Jaffier! thou my once loved, valued friend?By Heavens, thou liest! The man so called, my friend,Was generous, honest, faithful, just, and valiant,Noble in mind, and in his person lovely,Dear to my eyes and tender to my heart:But thou, a wretched, base, false, worthless coward,Poor even in soul, and loathsome in thy aspect;All eyes must shun thee, and all hearts detest thee.Pr'ythee avoid, nor longer cling thus round me,Like something baneful, that my nature's chilled at.
Jaff.I have not wronged thee, by these tears I have not,But still am honest, true, and hope, too, valiant;My mind still full of thee: therefore still noble.Let not thy eyes then shun me, nor thy heartDetest me utterly: oh, look upon me,Look back and see my sad, sincere submission!How my heart swells, as even 'twould burst my bosom,Fond of its goal, and labouring to be at thee!What shall I do—what say to make thee hear me?
Pier.Hast thou not wronged me? dar'st thou call thyselfJaffier, that once loved, valued friend of mine,And swear thou hast not wronged me? Whence these chains?Whence the vile death which I may meet this moment?Whence this dishonour, but from thee, thou false one?
Jaff.All's true, yet grant one thing, and I've done asking.
Pier.What's that?
Jaff.To take thy life on such conditionsThe Council have proposed: thou and thy friendsMay yet live long, and to be better treated.
Pier.Life! ask my life? confess! record myselfA villain, for the privilege to breathe,And carry up and down this cursèd cityA discontented and repining spirit,Burthensome to itself, a few years longer,To lose it, may be, at last in a lewd quarrelFor some new friend, treacherous and false as thou art!No, this vile world and I have long been jangling,And cannot part on better terms than now,When only men like thee are fit to live in't.
Jaff.By all that's just—
Pier.Swear by some other powers,For thou hast broke that sacred oath too lately.
Jaff.Then, by that hell I merit, I'll not leave thee,Till to thyself, at least, thou'rt reconciled,However thy resentments deal with me.
Pier.Not leave me!
Jaff.No; thou shalt not force me from thee.Use me reproachfully, and like a slave;Tread on me, buffet me, heap wrongs on wrongsOn my poor head; I'll bear it all with patience,Shall weary out thy most unfriendly cruelty:Lie at thy feet and kiss them, though they spurn me,Till, wounded by my sufferings, thou relent,And raise me to thy arms with dear forgiveness.
Pier.Art thou not—
Jaff.What?
Pier.A traitor?
Jaff.Yes.
Pier.A villain?
Jaff.Granted.
Pier.A coward, a most scandalous coward,Spiritless, void of honour, one who has soldThy everlasting fame for shameless life?
Jaff.All, all, and more, much more: my faults are numberless.
Pier.And wouldst thou have me live on terms like thine?Base as thou'rt false—
Jaff.No; 'tis to me that's granted.The safety of thy life was all I aimed at,In recompense for faith and trust so broken.
Pier.I scorn it more, because preserved by thee:And as when first my foolish heart took pityOn thy misfortunes, sought thee in thy miseries,Relieved thy wants, and raised thee from thy stateOf wretchedness in which thy fate had plunged thee,To rank thee in my list of noble friends,All I received in surety for thy truthWere unregarded oaths, and this, this dagger,Given with a worthless pledge thou since hast stolen,So I restore it back to thee again;Swearing by all those powers which thou hast violated,Never from this cursed hour to hold communion,Friendship, or interest with thee, though our yearsWere to exceed those limited the world.Take it—farewell!—for now I owe thee nothing.
Jaff.Say thou wilt live then.
Pier.For my life, dispose itJust as thou wilt, because 'tis what I'm tired with.
Jaff.O Pierre!
Pier.No more.
Jaff.My eyes won't lose the sight of thee,But languish after thine, and ache with gazing.
Pier.Leave me—Nay, then thus, thus I throw thee from me,And curses, great as is thy falsehood, catch thee!
[ExeuntPierreandConspirators,guarded.
Jaff.Amen! he's gone, my father, friend, preserver;And here's the portion he has left me.[Holds the dagger up.This dagger, well remembered; with this daggerI gave a solemn vow of dire importance;Parted with this and Belvidera together;—Have a care, memory; drive that thought no farther;—No, I'll esteem it as a friend's last legacy,Treasure it up within this wretched bosom,Where it may grow acquainted with my heart,That, when they meet, they start not from each other.So; now for thinking: a blow, called traitor, villain,Coward, dishonourable coward, faugh!O for a long sound sleep, and so forget it!Down, busy devil—
Jaff.Amen! he's gone, my father, friend, preserver;And here's the portion he has left me.[Holds the dagger up.This dagger, well remembered; with this daggerI gave a solemn vow of dire importance;Parted with this and Belvidera together;—Have a care, memory; drive that thought no farther;—No, I'll esteem it as a friend's last legacy,Treasure it up within this wretched bosom,Where it may grow acquainted with my heart,That, when they meet, they start not from each other.So; now for thinking: a blow, called traitor, villain,Coward, dishonourable coward, faugh!O for a long sound sleep, and so forget it!Down, busy devil—
Re-enterBelvidera.
Belv.Whither shall I fly?Where hide me and my miseries together?Where's now the Roman constancy I boasted?Sunk into trembling fears and desperation!Not daring to look up to that dear faceWhich used to smile even on my faults, but downBending these miserable eyes to earth,Must move in penance, and implore much mercy.Jaff.Mercy! kind Heaven has surely endless stores,Hoarded for thee, of blessings yet untasted.Let wretches loaded hard with guilt as I amBow with the weight, and groan beneath the burthen;Creep, with a remnant of that strength they've left,Before the footstool of that Heaven they've injured.O Belvidera! I'm the wretchedest creatureE'er crawled on earth: now, if thou'st virtue, help me;Take meInto thy arms, and speak the words of peaceTo my divided soul, that wars within meAnd raises every sense to my confusion;By Heaven, I'm tottering on the very brinkOf peace, and thou art all the hold I've left.Belv.Alas! I know thy sorrows are most mighty;I know thou'st cause to mourn, to mourn, my Jaffier,With endless cries, and never-ceasing wailings;Thou'st lost—Jaff.Oh, I have lost what can't be counted!My friend too, Belvidera,—that dear friend,Who, next to thee, was all my health rejoiced in,—Has used me like a slave, shamefully used me;'Twould break thy pitying heart to hear the story!What shall I do? resentment, indignation,Love, pity, fear, and memory how I've wronged him,Distract my quiet with the very thought on't,And tear my heart to pieces in my bosom.Belv.What has he done?Jaff.Thou'dst hate me, should I tell thee.Belv.Why?Jaff.Oh, he has used me—yet, by Heaven, I bear it!He has used me, Belvidera—but first swearThat when I've told thee thou'lt not loathe me utterly,Though vilest blots and stains appear upon me;But still at least, with charitable goodness,Be near me in the pangs of my affliction—Not scorn me, Belvidera, as he has done.Belv.Have I then e'er been false, that now I'm doubted?Speak, what's the cause I'm grown into distrust?Why thought unfit to hear my love's complainings?Jaff.Oh!Belv.Tell me.Jaff.Bear my failings, for they're many.O my dear angel! in that friend I've lostAll my soul's peace; for every thought of himStrikes my sense hard, and deads it in my brains.Wouldst thou believe it?—Belv.Speak.Jaff.Before we parted,Ere yet his guards had led him to his prison,Full of severest sorrows for his sufferings,With eyes o'erflowing, and a bleeding heart,Humbling myself almost beneath my nature,As at his feet I kneeled, and sued for mercy,Forgetting all our friendship, all the dearnessIn which we've lived so many years together,With a reproachful hand he dashed a blow:He struck me, Belvidera—by Heaven, he struck me,Buffeted, called me traitor, villain, coward.Am I a coward? am I a villain? tell me:Thou'rt the best judge, and madest me, if I am so.Damnation! coward!Belv.Oh! forgive him, Jaffier;And, if his sufferings wound thy heart already,What will they do to-morrow?Jaff.Ha!Belv.To-morrow;When thou shalt see him stretched in all the agoniesOf a tormenting and a shameful death;His bleeding bowels, and his broken limbs,Insulted o'er by a vile butchering villain;—What will thy heart do then? Oh, sure, 'twill streamLike my eyes now.Jaff.What means thy dreadful story?Death, and to-morrow! broken limbs and bowels!Insulted o'er by a vile butchering villain!By all my fears, I shall start out to madness,With barely guessing, if the truth's hid longer.Belv.The faithless senators, 'tis they've decreed it:They say, according to our friends' request,They shall have death, and not ignoble bondage;Declare their promised mercy all as forfeited;False to their oaths, and deaf to intercession,Warrants are passed for public death to-morrow.Jaff.Death! doomed to die! condemned unheard! unpleaded!Belv.Nay, cruellest racks and torments are preparing,To force confessions from their dying pangs.Oh, do not look so terribly upon me:How your lips shake, and all your face disordered!What means my love?Jaff.Leave me, I charge thee, leave me! strong temptationsWake in my heart.Belv.For what?Jaff.No more; but leave me.Belv.Why?Jaff.Oh! by Heaven, I love thee with that fondness,I would not have thee stay a moment longerNear these cursed hands; are they not cold upon thee?Belv.No, everlasting comfort's in thy arms.
Belv.Whither shall I fly?Where hide me and my miseries together?Where's now the Roman constancy I boasted?Sunk into trembling fears and desperation!Not daring to look up to that dear faceWhich used to smile even on my faults, but downBending these miserable eyes to earth,Must move in penance, and implore much mercy.
Jaff.Mercy! kind Heaven has surely endless stores,Hoarded for thee, of blessings yet untasted.Let wretches loaded hard with guilt as I amBow with the weight, and groan beneath the burthen;Creep, with a remnant of that strength they've left,Before the footstool of that Heaven they've injured.O Belvidera! I'm the wretchedest creatureE'er crawled on earth: now, if thou'st virtue, help me;Take meInto thy arms, and speak the words of peaceTo my divided soul, that wars within meAnd raises every sense to my confusion;By Heaven, I'm tottering on the very brinkOf peace, and thou art all the hold I've left.
Belv.Alas! I know thy sorrows are most mighty;I know thou'st cause to mourn, to mourn, my Jaffier,With endless cries, and never-ceasing wailings;Thou'st lost—
Jaff.Oh, I have lost what can't be counted!My friend too, Belvidera,—that dear friend,Who, next to thee, was all my health rejoiced in,—Has used me like a slave, shamefully used me;'Twould break thy pitying heart to hear the story!What shall I do? resentment, indignation,Love, pity, fear, and memory how I've wronged him,Distract my quiet with the very thought on't,And tear my heart to pieces in my bosom.
Belv.What has he done?
Jaff.Thou'dst hate me, should I tell thee.
Belv.Why?
Jaff.Oh, he has used me—yet, by Heaven, I bear it!He has used me, Belvidera—but first swearThat when I've told thee thou'lt not loathe me utterly,Though vilest blots and stains appear upon me;But still at least, with charitable goodness,Be near me in the pangs of my affliction—Not scorn me, Belvidera, as he has done.
Belv.Have I then e'er been false, that now I'm doubted?Speak, what's the cause I'm grown into distrust?Why thought unfit to hear my love's complainings?
Jaff.Oh!
Belv.Tell me.
Jaff.Bear my failings, for they're many.O my dear angel! in that friend I've lostAll my soul's peace; for every thought of himStrikes my sense hard, and deads it in my brains.Wouldst thou believe it?—
Belv.Speak.
Jaff.Before we parted,Ere yet his guards had led him to his prison,Full of severest sorrows for his sufferings,With eyes o'erflowing, and a bleeding heart,Humbling myself almost beneath my nature,As at his feet I kneeled, and sued for mercy,Forgetting all our friendship, all the dearnessIn which we've lived so many years together,With a reproachful hand he dashed a blow:He struck me, Belvidera—by Heaven, he struck me,Buffeted, called me traitor, villain, coward.Am I a coward? am I a villain? tell me:Thou'rt the best judge, and madest me, if I am so.Damnation! coward!
Belv.Oh! forgive him, Jaffier;And, if his sufferings wound thy heart already,What will they do to-morrow?
Jaff.Ha!
Belv.To-morrow;When thou shalt see him stretched in all the agoniesOf a tormenting and a shameful death;His bleeding bowels, and his broken limbs,Insulted o'er by a vile butchering villain;—What will thy heart do then? Oh, sure, 'twill streamLike my eyes now.
Jaff.What means thy dreadful story?Death, and to-morrow! broken limbs and bowels!Insulted o'er by a vile butchering villain!By all my fears, I shall start out to madness,With barely guessing, if the truth's hid longer.
Belv.The faithless senators, 'tis they've decreed it:They say, according to our friends' request,They shall have death, and not ignoble bondage;Declare their promised mercy all as forfeited;False to their oaths, and deaf to intercession,Warrants are passed for public death to-morrow.
Jaff.Death! doomed to die! condemned unheard! unpleaded!
Belv.Nay, cruellest racks and torments are preparing,To force confessions from their dying pangs.Oh, do not look so terribly upon me:How your lips shake, and all your face disordered!What means my love?
Jaff.Leave me, I charge thee, leave me! strong temptationsWake in my heart.
Belv.For what?
Jaff.No more; but leave me.
Belv.Why?
Jaff.Oh! by Heaven, I love thee with that fondness,I would not have thee stay a moment longerNear these cursed hands; are they not cold upon thee?
Belv.No, everlasting comfort's in thy arms.
[Pulls the dagger half out of his bosom,and puts it back again.
To lean thus on thy breast is softer easeThan downy pillows decked with leaves of roses.Jaff.Alas! thou think'st not of the thorns 'tis filled with;Fly ere they gall thee: there's a lurking serpentReady to leap and sting thee to thy heart:Art thou not terrified?Belv.No.Jaff.Call to mindWhat thou hast done, and whither thou hast brought me.Belv.Ha!Jaff.Where's my friend? my friend, thou smiling mischief?Nay, shrink not, now 'tis too late; thou shouldst have fledWhen thy guilt first had cause; for dire revengeIs up, and raging for my friend. He groans!Hark how he groans! his screams are in my earsAlready! see, they've fixed him on the wheel,And now they tear him—Murder! perjured Senate!Murder—Oh!—hark thee, traitress, thou'st done this;Thanks to thy tears and false-persuading love,
To lean thus on thy breast is softer easeThan downy pillows decked with leaves of roses.
Jaff.Alas! thou think'st not of the thorns 'tis filled with;Fly ere they gall thee: there's a lurking serpentReady to leap and sting thee to thy heart:Art thou not terrified?
Belv.No.
Jaff.Call to mindWhat thou hast done, and whither thou hast brought me.
Belv.Ha!
Jaff.Where's my friend? my friend, thou smiling mischief?Nay, shrink not, now 'tis too late; thou shouldst have fledWhen thy guilt first had cause; for dire revengeIs up, and raging for my friend. He groans!Hark how he groans! his screams are in my earsAlready! see, they've fixed him on the wheel,And now they tear him—Murder! perjured Senate!Murder—Oh!—hark thee, traitress, thou'st done this;Thanks to thy tears and false-persuading love,
[Fumbling for his dagger.
How her eyes speak! O thou bewitching creature!Madness can't hurt thee: come, thou little trembler,Creep even into my heart, and there lie safe;'Tis thy own citadel—ha!—yet stand off:Heaven must have justice, and my broken vowsWill sink me else beneath its reaching mercy;I'll wink, and then 'tis done—Belv.What means the lordOf me, my life and love? what's in thy bosom,Thou grasp'st at so? Nay, why am I thus treated?
How her eyes speak! O thou bewitching creature!Madness can't hurt thee: come, thou little trembler,Creep even into my heart, and there lie safe;'Tis thy own citadel—ha!—yet stand off:Heaven must have justice, and my broken vowsWill sink me else beneath its reaching mercy;I'll wink, and then 'tis done—
Belv.What means the lordOf me, my life and love? what's in thy bosom,Thou grasp'st at so? Nay, why am I thus treated?
[He draws the dagger, and offers to stab her.
What wilt thou do? Ah, do not kill me, Jaffier!Pity these panting breasts, and trembling limbs,That used to clasp thee when thy looks were milder,[76]That yet hang heavy on my unpurged soul,And plunge it not into eternal darkness.Jaff.No, Belvidera; when we parted last,I gave this dagger with thee as in trustTo be thy portion, if I e'er proved false.On such condition was my truth believed;But now 'tis forfeited, and must be paid for.
What wilt thou do? Ah, do not kill me, Jaffier!Pity these panting breasts, and trembling limbs,That used to clasp thee when thy looks were milder,[76]That yet hang heavy on my unpurged soul,And plunge it not into eternal darkness.
Jaff.No, Belvidera; when we parted last,I gave this dagger with thee as in trustTo be thy portion, if I e'er proved false.On such condition was my truth believed;But now 'tis forfeited, and must be paid for.
[Offers to stab her again.
Belv.Oh, mercy![Kneeling.Jaff.Nay, no struggling.Belv.Now then kill me;[Leaps upon his neck, and kisses him.While thus I cling about thy cruel neck,Kiss thy revengeful lips, and die in joysGreater than any I can guess hereafter.Jaff.I am, I am a coward; witness it, Heaven;Witness it, earth; and every being, witness!'Tis but one blow; yet, by immortal love,I cannot longer bear a thought to harm thee.
Belv.Oh, mercy![Kneeling.
Jaff.Nay, no struggling.
Belv.Now then kill me;[Leaps upon his neck, and kisses him.While thus I cling about thy cruel neck,Kiss thy revengeful lips, and die in joysGreater than any I can guess hereafter.
Jaff.I am, I am a coward; witness it, Heaven;Witness it, earth; and every being, witness!'Tis but one blow; yet, by immortal love,I cannot longer bear a thought to harm thee.
[Throws away the dagger, and embraces her.
The seal of Providence is sure upon thee,And thou wert born for yet unheard-of wonders:Oh, thou wert either born to save or damn me!By all the power that's given thee o'er my soul,By thy resistless tears and conquering smiles,By the victorious love that still waits on thee,Fly to thy cruel father, save my friend,Or all our future quiet's lost for ever:Fall at his feet, cling round his reverend knees;Speak to him with thy eyes, and with thy tearsMelt his hard heart, and wake dead nature in him;Crush him in thy arms, and torture him with thy softness;Nor, till thy prayers are granted, set him free,But conquer him, as thou hast vanquished me.[Exeunt.
The seal of Providence is sure upon thee,And thou wert born for yet unheard-of wonders:Oh, thou wert either born to save or damn me!By all the power that's given thee o'er my soul,By thy resistless tears and conquering smiles,By the victorious love that still waits on thee,Fly to thy cruel father, save my friend,Or all our future quiet's lost for ever:Fall at his feet, cling round his reverend knees;Speak to him with thy eyes, and with thy tearsMelt his hard heart, and wake dead nature in him;Crush him in thy arms, and torture him with thy softness;Nor, till thy prayers are granted, set him free,But conquer him, as thou hast vanquished me.[Exeunt.
FOOTNOTES:[74]Proposes conditions to us.[75]In the acting copy of the play all the conspirators except Pierre and Jaffier are led out here.[76]Perhaps a line is lost here.
[74]Proposes conditions to us.
[74]Proposes conditions to us.
[75]In the acting copy of the play all the conspirators except Pierre and Jaffier are led out here.
[75]In the acting copy of the play all the conspirators except Pierre and Jaffier are led out here.
[76]Perhaps a line is lost here.
[76]Perhaps a line is lost here.
EnterPriuli.
Priu.Why, cruel Heaven, have my unhappy daysBeen lengthened to this sad one? Oh! dishonourAnd deathless infamy is fallen upon me.Was it my fault? Am I a traitor? No.But then, my only child, my daughter wedded;There my best blood runs foul, and a diseaseIncurable has seized upon my memory,To make it rot and stink to after ages.Cursed be the fatal minute when I got her!Or would that I'd been anything but man,And raised an issue which would ne'er have wronged me!The miserablest creatures (man excepted)Are not the less esteemed, though their posterityDegenerate from the virtues of their fathers;The vilest beasts are happy in their offsprings;While only man gets traitors, whores, and villains.Cursed be the names, and some swift blow from fateLay his head deep, where mine may be forgotten!
Priu.Why, cruel Heaven, have my unhappy daysBeen lengthened to this sad one? Oh! dishonourAnd deathless infamy is fallen upon me.Was it my fault? Am I a traitor? No.But then, my only child, my daughter wedded;There my best blood runs foul, and a diseaseIncurable has seized upon my memory,To make it rot and stink to after ages.Cursed be the fatal minute when I got her!Or would that I'd been anything but man,And raised an issue which would ne'er have wronged me!The miserablest creatures (man excepted)Are not the less esteemed, though their posterityDegenerate from the virtues of their fathers;The vilest beasts are happy in their offsprings;While only man gets traitors, whores, and villains.Cursed be the names, and some swift blow from fateLay his head deep, where mine may be forgotten!
EnterBelviderain a long mourning veil.
Belv.[Aside.] He's there, my father, my inhuman father,That, for three years, has left an only childExposed to all the outrages of fateAnd cruel ruin—Oh!Priu.What child of sorrowArt thou, that comest thus wrapped in weeds of sadness,And movest as if thy steps were towards a grave?Belv.A wretch, who from the very top of happiness,Am fallen into the lowest depths of misery,And want your pitying hand to raise me up again.Priu.Indeed, thou talk'st as thou hadst tasted sorrows;Would I could help thee.Belv.'Tis greatly in your power;The world, too, speaks you charitable; and I,Who ne'er asked alms before, in that dear hopeAm come a-begging to you, sir.Priu.For what?Belv.Oh, well regard me; is this voice a strange one?Consider, too, when beggars once pretendA case like mine, no little will content them.Priu.What wouldst thou beg for?Belv.Pity and forgiveness.[Throws up her veil.By the kind tender names of child and father,Hear my complaints, and take me to your love.Priu.My daughter!Belv.Yes, your daughter, by a motherVirtuous and noble, faithful to your honour,Obedient to your will, kind to your wishes,Dear to your arms: by all the joys she gave you,When in her blooming years she was your treasure,Look kindly on me; in my face beholdThe lineaments of hers you've kissed so often,Pleading the cause of your poor cast-off child.Priu.Thou art my daughter.Belv.Yes;—and you've oft told meWith smiles of love, and chaste paternal kisses,I'd much resemblance of my mother.Priu.Oh!Hadst thou inherited her matchless virtues,I'd been too blest.Belv.Nay, do not call to memoryMy disobedience, but let pity enterInto your heart, and quite deface the impression;For could you think how mine's perplexed, what sadness,Fears, and despairs distract the peace within me,Oh! you would take me in your dear, dear arms,Hover with strong compassion o'er your young one,To shelter me with a protecting wing,From the black gathered storm, that's just, just breaking.Priu.Don't talk thus.Belv.Yes, I must, and you must hear too.I have a husband—Priu.Damn him!Belv.Oh! do not curse him;He would not speak so hard a word towards youOn any terms, howe'er he deal with me.Priu.Ha! what means my child?Bel.Oh, there's but this short moment'Twixt me and fate: yet send me not with cursesDown to my grave; afford me one kind blessingBefore we part; just take me in your arms,And recommend me with a prayer to Heaven,That I may die in peace; and when I'm dead—Priu.How my soul's catched!Belv.Lay me, I beg you, lay meBy the dear ashes of my tender mother:She would have pitied me, had fate yet spared her.Priu.By Heaven, my aching heart forebodes much mischief.Tell me thy story, for I'm still thy father.Belv.No, I'm contented,Priu.Speak.Belv.No matter.Priu.Tell me.By yon blest Heaven, my heart runs o'er with fondness!Belv.Oh!Priu.Utter it.Belv.Oh, my husband, my dear husbandCarries a dagger in his once kind bosom,To pierce the heart of your poor Belvidera.Priu.Kill thee?Belv.Yes, kill me. When he passed his faithAnd covenant against your state and Senate,He gave me up as hostage for his truth;With me a dagger, and a dire commission,Whene'er he failed, to plunge it through this bosom.I learnt the danger, chose the hour of loveTo attempt his heart, and bring it back to honour.Great Love prevailed, and blessed me with success;He came, confessed, betrayed his dearest friendsFor promised mercy. Now they're doomed to suffer,Galled with remembrance of what then was sworn,If they are lost, he vows to appease the godsWith this poor life, and make my blood the atonement.Priu.Heavens!Belv.Think you saw what passed at our last parting;Think you beheld him like a raging lion,Pacing the earth, and tearing up his steps,Fate in his eyes, and roaring with the painOf burning fury; think you saw his one handFixed on my throat, whilst the extended otherGrasped a keen threatening dagger; oh! 'twas thusWe last embraced; when, trembling with revenge,He dragged me to the ground, and at my bosomPresented horrid death; cried out "My friends!Where are my friends?" swore, wept, raged, threatened, loved;For he yet loved, and that dear love preserved meTo this last trial of a father's pity.I fear not death, but cannot bear a thoughtThat that dear hand should do the unfriendly office.If I was ever then your care, now hear me;Fly to the Senate, save the promised livesOf his dear friends, ere mine be made the sacrifice.Priu.Oh, my heart's comfort!Belv.Will you not, my father?Weep not, but answer me.Priu.By Heaven, I will.Not one of them but what shall be immortal.Canst thou forgive me all my follies past?I'll henceforth be indeed a father; never,Never more thus expose, but cherish thee,Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;Dear as these eyes that weep in fondness o'er thee.Peace to thy heart! Farewell.Belv.Go, and remember'Tis Belvidera's life her father pleads for.[Exeunt severally.
Belv.[Aside.] He's there, my father, my inhuman father,That, for three years, has left an only childExposed to all the outrages of fateAnd cruel ruin—Oh!
Priu.What child of sorrowArt thou, that comest thus wrapped in weeds of sadness,And movest as if thy steps were towards a grave?
Belv.A wretch, who from the very top of happiness,Am fallen into the lowest depths of misery,And want your pitying hand to raise me up again.
Priu.Indeed, thou talk'st as thou hadst tasted sorrows;Would I could help thee.
Belv.'Tis greatly in your power;The world, too, speaks you charitable; and I,Who ne'er asked alms before, in that dear hopeAm come a-begging to you, sir.
Priu.For what?
Belv.Oh, well regard me; is this voice a strange one?Consider, too, when beggars once pretendA case like mine, no little will content them.
Priu.What wouldst thou beg for?
Belv.Pity and forgiveness.[Throws up her veil.By the kind tender names of child and father,Hear my complaints, and take me to your love.
Priu.My daughter!
Belv.Yes, your daughter, by a motherVirtuous and noble, faithful to your honour,Obedient to your will, kind to your wishes,Dear to your arms: by all the joys she gave you,When in her blooming years she was your treasure,Look kindly on me; in my face beholdThe lineaments of hers you've kissed so often,Pleading the cause of your poor cast-off child.
Priu.Thou art my daughter.
Belv.Yes;—and you've oft told meWith smiles of love, and chaste paternal kisses,I'd much resemblance of my mother.
Priu.Oh!Hadst thou inherited her matchless virtues,I'd been too blest.
Belv.Nay, do not call to memoryMy disobedience, but let pity enterInto your heart, and quite deface the impression;For could you think how mine's perplexed, what sadness,Fears, and despairs distract the peace within me,Oh! you would take me in your dear, dear arms,Hover with strong compassion o'er your young one,To shelter me with a protecting wing,From the black gathered storm, that's just, just breaking.
Priu.Don't talk thus.
Belv.Yes, I must, and you must hear too.I have a husband—
Priu.Damn him!
Belv.Oh! do not curse him;He would not speak so hard a word towards youOn any terms, howe'er he deal with me.
Priu.Ha! what means my child?
Bel.Oh, there's but this short moment'Twixt me and fate: yet send me not with cursesDown to my grave; afford me one kind blessingBefore we part; just take me in your arms,And recommend me with a prayer to Heaven,That I may die in peace; and when I'm dead—
Priu.How my soul's catched!
Belv.Lay me, I beg you, lay meBy the dear ashes of my tender mother:She would have pitied me, had fate yet spared her.
Priu.By Heaven, my aching heart forebodes much mischief.Tell me thy story, for I'm still thy father.
Belv.No, I'm contented,
Priu.Speak.
Belv.No matter.
Priu.Tell me.By yon blest Heaven, my heart runs o'er with fondness!
Belv.Oh!
Priu.Utter it.
Belv.Oh, my husband, my dear husbandCarries a dagger in his once kind bosom,To pierce the heart of your poor Belvidera.
Priu.Kill thee?
Belv.Yes, kill me. When he passed his faithAnd covenant against your state and Senate,He gave me up as hostage for his truth;With me a dagger, and a dire commission,Whene'er he failed, to plunge it through this bosom.I learnt the danger, chose the hour of loveTo attempt his heart, and bring it back to honour.Great Love prevailed, and blessed me with success;He came, confessed, betrayed his dearest friendsFor promised mercy. Now they're doomed to suffer,Galled with remembrance of what then was sworn,If they are lost, he vows to appease the godsWith this poor life, and make my blood the atonement.
Priu.Heavens!
Belv.Think you saw what passed at our last parting;Think you beheld him like a raging lion,Pacing the earth, and tearing up his steps,Fate in his eyes, and roaring with the painOf burning fury; think you saw his one handFixed on my throat, whilst the extended otherGrasped a keen threatening dagger; oh! 'twas thusWe last embraced; when, trembling with revenge,He dragged me to the ground, and at my bosomPresented horrid death; cried out "My friends!Where are my friends?" swore, wept, raged, threatened, loved;For he yet loved, and that dear love preserved meTo this last trial of a father's pity.I fear not death, but cannot bear a thoughtThat that dear hand should do the unfriendly office.If I was ever then your care, now hear me;Fly to the Senate, save the promised livesOf his dear friends, ere mine be made the sacrifice.
Priu.Oh, my heart's comfort!
Belv.Will you not, my father?Weep not, but answer me.
Priu.By Heaven, I will.Not one of them but what shall be immortal.Canst thou forgive me all my follies past?I'll henceforth be indeed a father; never,Never more thus expose, but cherish thee,Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life;Dear as these eyes that weep in fondness o'er thee.Peace to thy heart! Farewell.
Belv.Go, and remember'Tis Belvidera's life her father pleads for.[Exeunt severally.
EnterAntonio.
Ant.Hum, hum, hah; Signior Priuli, my lord Priuli, my lord, my lord, my lord! How we lords love to call one another by our titles! My lord, my lord, my lord—Pox on him! I am a lord as well as he; and so let him fiddle. I'll warrant him he's gone to the Senate-house, and I'll be there too, soon enough for somebody. Odd! here's a tickling speech about the plot; I'll prove there's a plot with a vengeance—would I had it without book; let me see:—"Most reverend senators,—That there is a plot, surely by this time, no man that hath eyes or understanding in his head will presume to doubt; 'tis as plain as the light in the cucumber"—no—hold there—cucumber does not come in yet—"'tis as plain as the light in the sun, or as the man in the moon, even at noon-day: it is indeed a pumpkin-plot, which, just as it was mellow, we have gathered, and now we have gathered it, prepared and dressed it, shall we throw it like a pickled cucumber out at the window? no: that it is not only a bloody, horrid, execrable, damnable and audacious plot; but it is, as I may so say, a saucy plot; and we all know, most reverend fathers, that what is sauce for a goose is sauce for a gander: therefore, I say, as those blood-thirsty ganders of the conspiracy would have destroyed us geese of the Senate, let us make haste to destroy them; so I humbly move for hanging." Ha, hurry durry! I think this will do; though I was something out, at first, about the sun and the cucumber.
Ant.Hum, hum, hah; Signior Priuli, my lord Priuli, my lord, my lord, my lord! How we lords love to call one another by our titles! My lord, my lord, my lord—Pox on him! I am a lord as well as he; and so let him fiddle. I'll warrant him he's gone to the Senate-house, and I'll be there too, soon enough for somebody. Odd! here's a tickling speech about the plot; I'll prove there's a plot with a vengeance—would I had it without book; let me see:—"Most reverend senators,—That there is a plot, surely by this time, no man that hath eyes or understanding in his head will presume to doubt; 'tis as plain as the light in the cucumber"—no—hold there—cucumber does not come in yet—"'tis as plain as the light in the sun, or as the man in the moon, even at noon-day: it is indeed a pumpkin-plot, which, just as it was mellow, we have gathered, and now we have gathered it, prepared and dressed it, shall we throw it like a pickled cucumber out at the window? no: that it is not only a bloody, horrid, execrable, damnable and audacious plot; but it is, as I may so say, a saucy plot; and we all know, most reverend fathers, that what is sauce for a goose is sauce for a gander: therefore, I say, as those blood-thirsty ganders of the conspiracy would have destroyed us geese of the Senate, let us make haste to destroy them; so I humbly move for hanging." Ha, hurry durry! I think this will do; though I was something out, at first, about the sun and the cucumber.
EnterAquilina.
Aquil.Good-morrow, senator.Ant.Nacky, my dear Nacky! 'morrow, Nacky! Odd! I am very brisk, very merry, very pert, very jovial—ha-a-a-a-a—kiss me, Nacky; how dost thou do, my little tory rory strumpet? Kiss me, I say, hussy, kiss me.Aquil.Kiss me, Nacky! hang you, sir coxcomb, hang you, sir!Ant.Hayty tayty, is it so indeed? with all my heart, faith! "Hey then up go we,"[77]faith—"hey then up go we," dum dum derum dump. [Sings.Aquil.Signior.Ant.Madonna.Aquil.Do you intend to die in your bed?Ant.About threescore years hence much may be done, my dear.Aquil.You'll be hanged, signior.Ant.Hanged, sweetheart! pr'ythee be quiet: hanged quoth-a! that's a merry conceit, with all my heart; why, thou jokest, Nacky; thou art given to joking, I'll swear; well, I protest, Nacky, nay, I must protest, and will protest, that I love joking dearly, mun. And I love thee for joking, and I'll kiss thee for joking, and towze thee for joking; and odd, I have a devilish mind to take thee aside about that business for joking too; odd I have, and, "Hey then up go we," dum dum derum dump.[Sings.Aquil.See you this, sir?[Draws a dagger.Ant.O laud, a dagger! O laud! it is naturally my aversion, I cannot endure the sight on't; hide it, for Heaven's sake, I cannot look that way till it be gone—hide it, hide it, oh, oh, hide it!Aquil.Yes, in your heart I'll hide it.Ant.My heart! what, hide a dagger in my heart's blood?
Aquil.Good-morrow, senator.
Ant.Nacky, my dear Nacky! 'morrow, Nacky! Odd! I am very brisk, very merry, very pert, very jovial—ha-a-a-a-a—kiss me, Nacky; how dost thou do, my little tory rory strumpet? Kiss me, I say, hussy, kiss me.
Aquil.Kiss me, Nacky! hang you, sir coxcomb, hang you, sir!
Ant.Hayty tayty, is it so indeed? with all my heart, faith! "Hey then up go we,"[77]faith—"hey then up go we," dum dum derum dump. [Sings.
Aquil.Signior.
Ant.Madonna.
Aquil.Do you intend to die in your bed?
Ant.About threescore years hence much may be done, my dear.
Aquil.You'll be hanged, signior.
Ant.Hanged, sweetheart! pr'ythee be quiet: hanged quoth-a! that's a merry conceit, with all my heart; why, thou jokest, Nacky; thou art given to joking, I'll swear; well, I protest, Nacky, nay, I must protest, and will protest, that I love joking dearly, mun. And I love thee for joking, and I'll kiss thee for joking, and towze thee for joking; and odd, I have a devilish mind to take thee aside about that business for joking too; odd I have, and, "Hey then up go we," dum dum derum dump.[Sings.
Aquil.See you this, sir?[Draws a dagger.
Ant.O laud, a dagger! O laud! it is naturally my aversion, I cannot endure the sight on't; hide it, for Heaven's sake, I cannot look that way till it be gone—hide it, hide it, oh, oh, hide it!
Aquil.Yes, in your heart I'll hide it.
Ant.My heart! what, hide a dagger in my heart's blood?