Say it. SARDANAPALUS. MYRRHA. It is that no kind hand will gather The dust of both into one urn. SARDANAPALUS. The better! Rather let them be borne abroad upon MYRRHA. Then farewell, thou earth! MYRRHA. 'Tis fired! I come. [AS MYRRHA Springs forward to throw herself into the flames, the Curtain falls. NOTES. Note 1. Page 291, line 19. And thou, my own Ionian Myrrha. «The Jonian name had been still more comprehensive, having included the Achaians and the Baotians, 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.»-Mitford's Greece, vol. i. p. 199. Note 2. Page 294, line 1. The king, and son of Anacyndarases, In one day built Anchialus and Tarsus. Eat, drink, and love; the rest's not worth a fillip.. << For this expedition he took not only a small chosen body of the phalanx, but all his light troops. In the first day's march he reached Anchialus, a town said to have been founded by the king of Assyria, Sardanapalus. The fortifications, in their magnitude and extent, still in Arrian's time, bore the character of greatness, which the Assyrians appear singularly to have affected in works of the kind. A monument representing Sardanapalus was found there, warranted by an inscription in Assyrian characters, of course in the old Assyrian language, which the Greeks, whether well or ill, interpreted thus: «Sardanapalus, son of Anacyndaraxes, in one day founded Anchialus and Tarsus. Eat, drink, play all other human joys are not worth a fillip.» Supposing this version nearly exact (for Arrian says it was not quite so), whether the purpose has not been to invite to civil order | a people disposed to turbulence, rather than to recommend immoderate luxury, may perhaps reasonably be Was for thee, my last thoughts, save one, were of thee! questioned. What, indeed, could be the object of And that? SARDANAPALUS. MYRRHA. Is yours. king of Assyria in founding such towns in a country so distant from his capital, and so divided from it by an immense extent of sandy deserts and lofty mountains, and, still more, how the inhabitants could be at once in {The trumpet of PANIA sounds without. circumstances to abandon themselves to the intemperate, SARDANAPALUS. Hark! MYRRHA. Adien, Assyria! I loved thee well, my own, my fathers' land, And better as my country than my kingdom. joys which their prince has been supposed to have recommended, is not obvious; but it may deserve observation that, in that line of coast, the southern of Lesser Asia, ruius of cities, evidently of an age after Alexander, yet barely named in history, at this day astonish the adventurous traveller by their magnificence and elegance. Amid the desolation which, under a singularly barbarian government, has for so many centuries been daily spreading in the finest countries of the globe, whether MARCO MEMMO, a Chief of the Forty. BARBARIGO, a Senator. But the poor wretch has suffer'd beyond nature's Most stoical endurance. His crime. LOREDANO. Without owning BARBARIGO. Perhaps without committing any. But he avow'd the letter to the Duke Other Senators, the council of Ten, Guards, Attend- Of Milan, and his sufferings half atone for ants, etc. etc. Such weakness. JACOPO FOSCARI. Limbs! how often have they borne me And, masqued as a young gondolier, amidst Raced for our pleasure in the pride of strength, GUARD. Be a man now: there never was more need JACOPO FOSCARI (looking from the lattice). GUARD. I see the colour comes Back to your cheek: Heaven send you strength to bear What more may be imposed!--I dread to think on't. JACOPO FOSCARI. They will not banish me again?-No-no, Let them wring on; I am strong yet. GUARD. Confess, And the rack will be spared you. JACOPO FOSCARI. I confess'd Once-twice before: hoth times they exiled me. GUARD. And the third time will slay you. JACOPO FOSCARI. Let them do so, So I be buried in my birth-place; better GUARD. And can you so much love the soil which hates you? JACOPO FOSCARI. The soil-Oh no, it is the seed of the soil Which persecutes me; but my native earth Will take me as a mother to her arms. |