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Myr. Hold! no, no, it cannot be.
With the blood that fast must follow The extracted weapon, I do fear thy life.
Sal. And I not death. Where was the king when you Convey'd me from the spot where I was stricken?
Sol. Upon the same ground, and encouraging
Whom heard ye
I did not hear.
Leave me here : our troops
Sol. But prince-
Hence, I say! Here's a courtier and
[Exeunt the Soldiers.
Gentle Myrrha, 'tis
You wax paler.
Enter SARDANAPALUS and Soldiers. Sar.
My best brother ! Sal.
And the battle
Sar. (despondingly). You see me here.
I'd rather see you
thus ! (He draws out the weapon from the wound, and
DEATH OF JACOPO FOSCARI.
(Two FOSCARI, Act iv. Scene 1.)
To Jacopo FOSCARI, MARINA, and the DOGE,
enter an Officer and Guards. Off. Signor ! the boat is at the shore—the wind Is rising—we are ready to attend you.
Jac. Fos. And I to be attended. Once more, father, Your hand!
Doge. Take it. Alas! how thine own trembles ! Jac. Fos. No- you mistake ; 'tis yours that shakes,
my father, Farewell ! Doge. Farewell ! Is there aught else?
[To the Officer. Lend me your arm, good signor. Offi.
You turn paleLet me support you—paler-ho! some aid there ! Some water!
Mar. Ah, he is dying!
Now, I'm ready-
The light! Is it the light?—I am faint.
[Officer presents him with water. Offi.
He will be better,
I doubt not. Father-wife-
Mar. There's death in that damp clammy grasp.
[He dies. Offi. He's gone ! Doge.
He's free. Mar.
No—no, he is not dead;
Doge. Daughter !
Hold thy peace, old man !
Offi. We must remove the body.
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-
[Exit Officer. Mar. And I must live ! Doge.
Your children live, Marina. Mar. My children ! true—they live, and I must live To bring them up to serve the state, and die As died their father. Oh! what best of blessings Were barrenness in Venice ! Would my mother Had been so ! Doge.
My unhappy children ! Mar.
Doge (throwing himself down by the body). Here!
Ay, weep on !
CAIN AND LUCIFER IN THE ABYSS
(Cain, Act' ii. Scene 1.)
Cain. Oh, god, or demon, or whate'er thou art,
Dost thou not recognise
Can it be?
Point me out the site Of Paradise.
Cain. How should I? As we move Like sunbeams onward, it grows small and smaller, And as it waxes little, and then less, Gathers a halo round it, like the light Which shone the roundest of the stars, when I Beheld them from the skirts of Paradise : Methinks they both, as we recede from them, Appear to join the innumerable stars Which are around us; and, as we move on, Increase their myriads. Lucifer.
And if there should be Worlds greater than thine own, inhabited