The Works of Lord Byron Volume IV Part 62

Joy's recollection is no longer joy, While Sorrow's memory is a sorrow still.

_Ang_. At least, whate'er may urge, let me implore That you will take some little pause of rest: Your sleep for many nights has been so turbid, That it had been relief to have awaked you, Had I not hoped that Nature would o'erpower At length the thoughts which shook your slumbers thus. 490 An hour of rest will give you to your toils With fitter thoughts and freshened strength.

_Doge_. I cannot-- I must not, if I could; for never was Such reason to be watchful: yet a few-- Yet a few days and dream-perturbed nights, And I shall slumber well--but where?--no matter.

Adieu, my Angiolina.

_Ang_. Let me be An instant--yet an instant your companion!

I cannot bear to leave you thus.

_Doge_. Come then, My gentle child--forgive me: thou wert made 500 For better fortunes than to share in mine, Now darkling in their close toward the deep vale Where Death sits robed in his all-sweeping shadow.[dh]

When I am gone--it may be sooner than Even these years warrant, for there is that stirring Within--above--around, that in this city Will make the cemeteries populous As e'er they were by pestilence or war,-- When I _am_ nothing, let that which I _was_ Be still sometimes a name on thy sweet lips, 510 A shadow in thy fancy, of a thing Which would not have thee mourn it, but remember.

Let us begone, my child--the time is pressing.

SCENE II.--_A retired spot near the a.r.s.enal_.

ISRAEL BERTUCCIO _and_ PHILIP CALENDARO.[409]

_Cal_. How sped you, Israel, in your late complaint?

_I. Ber_. Why, well.

_Cal_. Is't possible! will he be punished?

_I. Ber_. Yes.

_Cal_. With what? a mulct or an arrest?

_I. Ber_. With death!

_Cal_. Now you rave, or must intend revenge, Such as I counselled you, with your own hand.

_I. Ber_. Yes; and for one sole draught of hate, forego The great redress we meditate for Venice, And change a life of hope for one of exile; Leaving one scorpion crushed, and thousands stinging My friends, my family, my countrymen! 10 No, Calendaro; these same drops of blood, Shed shamefully, shall have the whole of his For their requital----But not only his; We will not strike for private wrongs alone: Such are for selfish pa.s.sions and rash men, But are unworthy a Tyrannicide.

_Cal_. You have more patience than I care to boast.

Had I been present when you bore this insult, I must have slain him, or expired myself In the vain effort to repress my wrath. 20

_I. Ber_. Thank Heaven you were not--all had else been marred: As 'tis, our cause looks prosperous still.

_Cal_. You saw The Doge--what answer gave he?

_I. Ber_. That there was No punishment for such as Barbaro.

_Cal_. I told you so before, and that 'twas idle To think of justice from such hands.

_I. Ber_. At least, It lulled suspicion, showing confidence.

Had I been silent, not a Sbirro[410] but Had kept me in his eye, as meditating A silent, solitary, deep revenge. 30

_Cal_. But wherefore not address you to the Council?

The Doge is a mere puppet, who can scarce Obtain right for himself. Why speak to _him_?

_I. Ber_. You shall know that hereafter.

_Cal_. Why not now?

_I. Ber_. Be patient but till midnight. Get your musters, And bid our friends prepare their companies: Set all in readiness to strike the blow, Perhaps in a few hours: we have long waited For a fit time--that hour is on the dial, It may be, of to-morrow's sun: delay 40 Beyond may breed us double danger. See That all be punctual at our place of meeting, And armed, excepting those of the Sixteen,[411]

Who will remain among the troops to wait The signal.

_Cal_. These brave words have breathed new life Into my veins; I am sick of these protracted And hesitating councils: day on day Crawled on, and added but another link To our long fetters, and some fresher wrong Inflicted on our brethren or ourselves, 50 Helping to swell our tyrants' bloated strength.

Let us but deal upon them, and I care not For the result, which must be Death or Freedom!

I'm weary to the heart of finding neither.

_I. Ber_. We will be free in Life or Death! the grave Is chainless. Have you all the musters ready?

And are the sixteen companies completed To sixty?

_Cal_. All save two, in which there are Twenty-five wanting to make up the number.

_I. Ber_. No matter; we can do without. Whose are they? 60

_Cal_. Bertram's[412] and old Soranzo's, both of whom Appear less forward in the cause than we are.

_I. Ber_. Your fiery nature makes you deem all those Who are not restless cold; but there exists Oft in concentred spirits not less daring Than in more loud avengers. Do not doubt them.

_Cat_. I do not doubt the elder; but in Bertram There is a hesitating softness, fatal To enterprise like ours: I've seen that man Weep like an infant o'er the misery 70 Of others, heedless of his own, though greater; And in a recent quarrel I beheld him Turn sick at sight of blood, although a villain's.

_I. Ber_. The truly brave are soft of heart and eyes, And feel for what their duty bids them do.

I have known Bertram long; there doth not breathe A soul more full of honour.

_Cal_. It may be so: I apprehend less treachery than weakness; Yet as he has no mistress, and no wife To work upon his milkiness of spirit, 80 He may go through the ordeal; it is well He is an orphan, friendless save in us: A woman or a child had made him less Than either in resolve.

_I. Ber_. Such ties are not For those who are called to the high destinies Which purify corrupted commonwealths; We must forget all feelings save the _one_, We must resign all pa.s.sions save our purpose, We must behold no object save our country, And only look on Death as beautiful, 90 So that the sacrifice ascend to Heaven, And draw down Freedom on her evermore.

_Cal_. But if we fail----[413]

_I. Ber_. They never fail who die In a great cause: the block may soak their gore:[di]

Their heads may sodden in the sun; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls-- But still their Spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct 100 The world at last to Freedom. What were we, If Brutus had not lived? He died in giving[dj]

Rome liberty, but left a deathless lesson-- A name which is a virtue, and a Soul Which multiplies itself throughout all time, When wicked men wax mighty, and a state Turns servile. He and his high friend were styled "The last of Romans!"[414] Let us be the first Of true Venetians, sprung from Roman sires.

_Cal_. Our fathers did not fly from Attila[415] 110 Into these isles, where palaces have sprung On banks redeemed from the rude ocean's ooze, To own a thousand despots in his place.

Better bow down before the Hun, and call A Tartar lord, than these swoln silkworms[416] masters!

The first at least was man, and used his sword As sceptre: these unmanly creeping things Command our swords, and rule us with a word As with a spell.

_I. Ber_. It shall be broken soon.

You say that all things are in readiness; 120 To-day I have not been the usual round, And why thou knowest; but thy vigilance Will better have supplied my care: these orders In recent council to redouble now Our efforts to repair the galleys, have Lent a fair colour to the introduction Of many of our cause into the a.r.s.enal, As new artificers for their equipment, Or fresh recruits obtained in haste to man The hoped-for fleet.--Are all supplied with arms? 130

_Cal_. All who were deemed trust-worthy: there are some Whom it were well to keep in ignorance Till it be time to strike, and then supply them; When in the heat and hurry of the hour They have no opportunity to pause, But needs must on with those who will surround them.

_I. Ber_. You have said well. Have you remarked all such?