nd his son's prison!--True, I have not forgot it;
And, if there were no other nearer, bitterer
Remembrances, would thank the illustrious Memmo
For pointing out the pleasures of the place. 210

_Mem._ Be calm!

_Mar._ (_looking up towards heaven_). I am; but oh, thou eternal God!
Canst _thou_ continue so, with such a world?

_Mem._ Thy husband yet may be absolved.

_Mar._ He is,
In Heaven. I pray you, Signer Senator,
Speak not of that; you are a man of office,
So is the Doge; he has a son at stake
Now, at this moment, and I have a husband,
Or had; they are there within, or were at least
An hour since, face to face, as judge and culprit:
Will _he_ condemn _him_?

_Mem._ I trust not.

_Mar._ But if 220
He does not, there are those will sentence both.

_Mem._ They can.

_Mar._ And with them power and will are one
In wickedness;--my husband's lost!

_Mem._ Not so;
Justice is judge in Venice.

_Mar._ If it were so,
There now would be no Venice. But let it
Live on, so the good die not, till the hour
Of Nature's summons; but "the Ten's" is quicker,
And we must wait on't. Ah! a voice of wail!
[_A faint cry within_.

_Sen._ Hark!

_Mem._ 'Twas a cry of--

_Mar._ No, no; not my husband's--
Not Foscari's.

_Mem._ The voice was--

_Mar._ _Not his_: no. 230
He shriek! No; that should be his father's part,
Not his--not his--he'll die in silence.
[_A faint groan again within_.

_Mem._ What!
Again?

_Mar._ _His_ voice! it seemed so: I will not
Believe it. Should he shrink, I cannot cease
To love; but--no--no--no--it must have been
A fearful pang, which wrung a groan from him.

_Sen._ And, feeling for thy husband's wrongs, wouldst thou
Have him bear more than mortal pain in silence?

_Mar._ We all must bear our tortures. I have not
Left barren the great house of Foscari, 240
Though they sweep both the Doge an