_Grand Council Chamber._ _Inquisitors_, VENIERO, _and other Senators_.
_Enter the_ DOGE, _and_ FOSCARINI _guarded_. PASCALI _stands behind
among the guards_.
BADOERO.
Hath he disclosed aught?
DOGE.
Nothing!
BADOERO (_to_ FOSCARINI.)
Then stand forth.
To our arraignment thou confessest guilt?
FOSCARINI.
I broke the laws.
CONTARINI.
Guilty!
FOSCARINI.
On earth--perhaps
In Heaven’s eye innocent.
BADOERO.
Thy sentence hear--
’Till sunset shalt thou live--but at that hour--
When the bell strikes--bid thine adieu to earth;
Go now--and make thy peace with Heaven.
FOSCARINI.
’Tis made
Already--victim to your human laws,
I hope acquittal there! [_Exit, guarded._
CONTARINI.
So--until sunset!
Too long a space remains. Why pause, when danger
May wait on our delay?
BADOERO.
What danger?
CONTARINI.
Hath he not
Friends who may interfere to strike aside
The axe of justice? He is much beloved
By many citizens.
_Enter_ STENO.
STENO.
Signors--a tumult
Is raised among the populace.
LOREDANO.
Rebellion?
STENO.
They throng the courts--and every tongue repeats
The name of Foscarini. With acclaim
They call for his release.
BADOERO.
Lead forth the guard.
Their sight will be enough. [_Exit_ STENO.
CONTARINI.
Enough! how rash
To tempt their fury! Need we linger now?
Command his instant execution--let
The rabble see what tumults will avail.
BADOERO.
Not so. Should we anticipate the hour
’Twould show that we have feared them--that we heed
The voice of faction. Let our first decree
Be sacredly observed. (_To_ LOREDANO.) Shall it not be so?
LOREDANO.
My judgment seconds yours.
(CONTARINI _makes signs apart to_ PASCALI, _who goes out hastily_.)
_Enter_ MEMMO.
MEMMO (_to_ DOGE.)
My liege, a lady, closely veiled, without,
Entreats to see your highness.
DOGE.
A lady?
MEMMO.
She has passed
The guard with prayers and bribes--and doth implore
A moment’s audience--pleading that her business
Concerns you strictly.
CONTARINI.
She cannot be admitted;
She’s an accomplice----
_Enter_ TERESA.
TERESA.
Back, back--hold me not!
For shame, my lords, to judge without a witness--
Without one witness--and to doom your victim
When but a woman’s words might save him!
BADOERO.
Who is’t
That speaks so wildly?
TERESA (_throwing back her veil_.)
Look--and know me, all!
I come to tell what he would not!
LOREDANO.
The wife of Contarini!
CONTARINI.
Sirs, I pray you,
Heed not her words, but yield her to my keeping--
And----
TERESA.
To his keeping? his--the murderer!
Let him not touch me with his blood-stained hands!
My lord! Oh, keep me from his grasp! I’ll tell thee
All--all! and if my words are wild and wayward,
They are truth! If perchance my tongue doth falter,
’Tis not the weakness of the conscious soul!
Hold! hold! and hear me!
‘VENIERO.
‘My poor child!
‘TERESA.
‘No child!
‘No child of thine! Who was’t I called father?
‘Not one who caused all this! Fie! fie! do fathers
‘Thus immolate their children? I have heard
‘Of pyres and axes--and of men who stood
‘And hewed down arms that fondly twined with theirs--
‘And watched the gushing stream that had its source
‘In their own veins! But you--you rend asunder
‘The hidden strings of life--and yoke the spirit
‘To falsehood, from whose dark and subtle fold
‘No force can set it free! and when ’tis done,
‘And the soul wears the hue of misery--
‘And the brain burns--ye would repent the work
‘Yourself have wrought!’
CONTARINI.
Woman! I do command you--
Hence!
TERESA.
No! we stand within no dungeon now,
With prison walls to hear--and _him_ in chains
To plead for you! Here reach no bribes of yours!
LOREDANO.
Who speaks of bribes?
TERESA.
They’re his! he used them, truly,
To save the guiltless. Pshaw! what were his bribes?
Gold--paltry gold! And mine! He claimed a price
Nought could redeem! a perjured soul! a spirit
Sold to perdition!
CONTARINI.
Ye perceive it plainly,
Her frenzy;--nay--harass her not!
TERESA.
Silence!
His words would ever mingle with my words,
To strike me dumb! But I’ve a better spirit
That bids me speak, and clear the innocent.
DOGE.
Speak on--we hear thee.
TERESA.
Why then--he was false,
Who said ye heard no truth? Beseech ye, listen!
He loved me--Foscarini;--’twas not guilt,--
But sorrow--sorrow! _Me_ he came to meet,
After that fatal bridal.
CONTARINI.
Hear no more!
VENIERO.
Her tale is true, my lords!--I did compel her,
To advance a purpose, thrice accursed, of mine,
To wed one whom she hated;--he she loved,
Returned upon her bridal night.--Ye saw
Her anguish then!
TERESA.
Oh yes! we met within
The garden that adjoins the Spaniard’s palace--
That fatal palace!--and _he_ came, to murder
My Foscarini--sought him where he fled;
Sought him, and found him! Then his malice wrought
That horrid tale which has deceived you all,
Of crime, and treason, and conspiracy;--
Ye know it now--it blanches _you_ with fear--
You--to whom blood’s no stranger! Can you wonder
It maddens me?
CONTARINI.
For shame--to lend an audience
To this wild story, as if solemn truths
Came from her lips! I tell you--she is mad!
TERESA.
Believe him not! nor hear him! if you do,
Not Heaven can rescue you from his black cunning!
‘He’ll defy Heaven.--I am not mad--but dying!
‘My lord--my lord--the dying speak not falsely!’
DOGE.
It must be so. We have been deceived. (_To BADOERO._) Signor,
Will you delay the execution?
(_Tumult and shouts heard without._)
BADOERO (_to_ MEMMO.)
Whence is this tumult, sir?
MEMMO.
The guards have seized
Vincentio, him who stirred the multitude
To factious rage without.
CONTARINI.
Unheard of treason!
LOREDANO.
Move not, I pray you. But a moment past,
Ye spoke, if I mistake not, of deferring
The prisoner’s execution?
BADOERO.
First secure
That daring felon. Quell the stir without;
That we seem not to yield grace to rebellion. [_Bell tolls._
TERESA.
His knell--his knell! It strikes mine too!
BADOERO (_to_ MEMMO.)
Begone--and stop the fatal signal! Say
We do suspend the sentence. [_Exit_ MEMMO.
TERESA.
Bless thee--just one!
There are yet gods on earth; and those above
Will hail thee brother for this deed!
LOREDANO.
My lords,
One act of justice more. _Him_ I attach [_pointing to_ CONTARINI.
Of foul conspiracy.
CONTARINI.
Ha!
LOREDANO.
Look! this pacquet--
Letters are here, which prove alliances
With dangerous foes.--Here we may read the boasts
In secresy recorded--what should chance
When Contarini should be prince in Venice,
With no stern Senate to control his will?
CONTARINI.
Who aided you to frame so fair a tale?
Methinks it needs less dubious witnesses
To give it credence!
LOREDANO.
They are ready;--one
The lady Fiorilla! At that name
You turn pale, Signor!
CONTARINI.
Idle words I’ve whispered
Oft in her ear--but they can never rise
Against me!
LOREDANO.
No! your written words condemn you--
’Twas at her house you met, in conclave dark,
To weave your treasons. Her you deemed a tool;
But she your guilt discovered, and reveals it.
VENIERO.
I’ll witness to her truth: on my head too,
Pronounce the traitor’s doom. ’Twill be too light
To outweigh my crimes. Ye’ll hear the list anon!
_Enter_ MEMMO, _hastily_.
MEMMO.
My lord, the prisoner----
CONTARINI.
Away! ’tis mine
To tell thy story:--in my fall, at least
To drag some victims with me. Ha! ye thought
To cheat me of revenge! It is accomplished!
Lo! on the Piazetta! where the corpse
Of Foscarini lies! Look! from yon casement!
My cords took heed of him! You are too tardy!
Away--and join your lover!
[_Attempts to stab_ TERESA, _but is disarmed by_ BADOERO.
BADOERO.
Ho! the guard!
Bear him hence! Chain the traitor!
[_Exit_ CONTARINI, _guarded_.
VENIERO.
My daughter! my Teresa!
TERESA.
He is dead!
They murdered him, even while they talked of mercy!
VENIERO.
This, this is retribution! My wronged child!
Speak--speak to me! Oh! I would barter Heaven
But for one word!
TERESA.
What means this mist, this darkness
Around me? Who supports me?--Father!----
VENIERO.
Speak!
Canst thou forgive me?
TERESA.
Forgive? it is a sound
To soothe the dying! Father! come thou near me!
Stoop lower--lower--let me lean my head
Upon thy breast--for oh! I’m weary!--weary!--
This strange, cold sleep o’erpowers me.--If I wake not
Before he come--bid him await me----here---- [_Dies._
THE END.
Transcriber’s Notes
Obvious punctuation errors have been fixed.
Page 99: “Fron his pale lips” changed to “From his pale lips”
Page 122: “lingering footseps” changed to “lingering footsteps”