I never _smiled_ on _them_.

_Bar._ Was Carmagnuola
Your friend?

_Lor._ He was the safeguard of the city.
In early life its foe, but in his manhood,
Its saviour first, then victim.

_Bar._ Ah! that seems
The penalty of saving cities. He
Whom we now act against not only saved 310
Our own, but added others to her sway.

_Lor._ The Romans (and we ape them) gave a crown
To him who took a city: and they gave
A crown to him who saved a citizen
In battle: the rewards are equal. Now,
If we should measure forth the cities taken
By the Doge Foscari, with citizens
Destroyed by him, or _through_ him, the account
Were fearfully against him, although narrowed
To private havoc, such as between him 320
And my dead father.

_Bar._ Are you then thus fixed?

_Lor._ Why, what should change me?

_Bar._ That which changes me.
But you, I know, are marble to retain
A feud. But when all is accomplished, when
The old man is deposed, his name degraded,
His sons all dead, his family depressed,
And you and yours triumphant, shall you sleep?

_Lor._ More soundly.

_Bar._ That's an error, and you'll find it
Ere you sleep with your fathers.

_Lor._ They sleep not
In their accelerated graves, nor will 330
Till Foscari fills his. Each night I see them
Stalk frowning round my couch, and, pointing towards
The ducal palace, marshal me to vengeance.

_Bar._ Fancy's distemperature! There is no passion
More spectral or fantastical than Hate;
Not even its opposite, Love, so peoples air
With phantoms, as this madness of the heart.

_Enter an Officer_.

_Lor._ Where go you, sirrah?

_Offi._ By the ducal order
To forward the preparatory rites
For the late Foscari's interment.

_Bar._ Their 340
Vault has been often opened of late years.

_Lor._ 'Twill be full soon, and may be closed for ever!

_Offi._ May I pass on?

_Lor._ You may.

_Bar._ How bears the Doge
This last calamit