Offi. SIGNOR! the boat is at the shorethe wind
|Is risingwe are ready to attend you.|
| Jac. Fos. And I to be attended. Once more, father,|
Doge. Take it. Alas! how thine own trembles!
| Jac. Fos. Noyou mistake; tis yours that shakes, my father,|| 5|
Doge. Farewell! Is there aught else?
Jac. Fos. Nonothing.
[To the Officer.
|Lend me your arm, good signor.|
Offi. You turn pale
|Let me support youpalerho! some aid there!|
Mar. Ah, he is dying!
Jac. Fos. Now, Im ready
|My eyes swim strangelywheres the door?|
|Let me support himmy best love! Oh, God!|
|How faintly beats this heartthis pulse!|
Jac. Fos. The light!
|Is it the light?I am faint.|
[Officer presents him with water. Offi. He will be better,
|Perhaps, in the air.|
Jac. Fos. I doubt not. Fatherwife
|Your hands.|| 15|
| Mar. Theres death in that damp clammy grasp.|
|Oh, God!My Foscari, how fare you?|
Jac. Fos. Well!
| Offi. Hes gone!|
Doge. Hes free.
Mar. Nono, he is not dead;
|There must be life yet in that hearthe could not|
|Thus leave me.|
Mar. Hold thy peace, old man!
|I am no daughter nowthou hast no son.|
Offi. We must remove the body.
| Mar. Touch it not, dungeon miscreants! your base office|
|Ends with his life, and goes not beyond murder,|
|Even by your murderous laws. Leave his remains|| 25|
|To those who know to honour them.|
Offi. I must
|Inform the signory, and learn their pleasure.|
| Doge. Inform the signory, from me, the Doge,|
|They have no further power upon those ashes:|
|While he lived, he was theirs, as fits a subject|| 30|
|Now he is minemy broken-hearted boy!|
| Mar. And I must live!|
Doge. Your children live, Marina.
| Mar. My children! truethey live, and I must live|
|To bring them up to serve the state, and die|
|As died their father. Oh! what best of blessings|| 35|
|Were barrenness in Venice! Would my mother|
|Had been so!|
Doge. My unhappy children!
|You feel it then at lastyou!Where is now|
|The stoic of the state?|
Doge (throwing himself down by the body). Here!
Mar. Ay, weep on!
|I thought you had no tearsyou hoarded them|| 40|
|Until they are useless; but weep on! he never|
|Shall weep morenever, more.|