The father softens, but the governor's resolved.

CRITIC.

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VOL. V.

1

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ.

MEN.

FRANCIS FOSCARI, Doge of Venice.
JACOPO FOSCARI, Son of the Doge.
JAMES LOREDANO, a Patrician.
MARCO MEMMO, a Chief of the Forty.
BARBARIGO, a Senator.
OTHER SENATORS, The Council of Ten, Guards, ATTENDANTS, ETC. ETC.

WOMEN.

MARINA, Wife of young FOSCARI.

Scene—the Ducal Palace, Venice.

THE TWO FOSCARI.

ACT

ACT I.

SCENE I.-A HALL IN THE DUCAL PALACE.

Enter LOREDANO and BARBARIGO, meeting.

LOREDANO. WHERE is the prisoner?

BARBARIGO.

Reposing from

The question.

LOREDANO.

The hour's past—fix'd yesterday For the resumption of his trial.—Let us Rejoin our colleagues in the council, and Urge his recall.

BARBARIGO.

Nay, let him profit by A few brief minutes for his tortured limbs; He was o'erwrought by the question yesterday, And may die under it if now repeated.

LOREDANO.

Well!

BARBARIGO. I yield not to you in love of justice, Or hate of the ambitious Foscari, Father and son, and all their noxious race; But the poor wretch has suffer'd beyond nature's Most stoical endurance.

LOREDANO.

Without owning
His crime.

BARBARIGO.
Perhaps without committing any.
But he avow'd the letter to the Duke
Of Milan, and his sufferings half atone for
Such weakness.

LOREDANO.
We shall see.

BARBARIGO.

You, Loredano, Pursue hereditary hạte too far.

LOREDANO.

How far?

BARBARIGO.
To extermination.

LOREDANO.

When they are Extinct, you may say this.- Let's in to council.

BARBARIGO.

Yet pause—the number of our colleagues is not Complete yet; two are wanting ere we can Proceed.

LOREDANO.
And the chief judge, the Doge?
BARBARIGO.

Norhe,
With more than Roman fortitude, is ever
First at the board in this unhappy process
Against his last and only son.

LOREDANO.

True-true-
His last.

BARBARIGO.
Will nothing move you?

LOREDANO.

Feels he, think you?

BARBARIGO.
He shows it not.

LOREDANO.
I have mark'd that the wretch!

BARBARIGO.

But yesterday, I hear, on his return
To the ducal chambers, as he pass’d the threshold,
The old man fainted.

LOREDANO.

It begins to work, then.

BARBARIGO.

The work is half your own.

LOREDANO.

And should be all mine My father and my uncle are no more.

BARBARIGO.
I have read their epitaph, which says they died
By poison.