dies
Rail at the wars for making men so hideous?
To bear the coxcomb's sneer, the minion's fawning,
And see fools sweetly smile at my good fortune,
Who, when my death was signed, smiled full as sweetly?
No, no, I'll none on't. [_Seeing_ Caesario.]
Plagues and fiends! another!
More gold and silk; more musk, fair words, and lying!
Will these court flies ne'er cease to buz around me?
Well, sir, what seek ye here?

_Caesa._ Revenge.

_Orsi._ Indeed!
On whom?

_Caesa._ On lawless power. Ask ye for what?
A father's wrongs and mother's murder!

_Orsi._ (_starting._) How!
That voice--Let me look on thee well--Those lips,
Those eyes--Oh Heaven! those eyes, too! I ne'er saw
But one have eyes like thine, an earthly angel,
And with the angels now. Fair youth, who art thou?

_Caesa._ Speaks not thy heart?

_Orsi._ It does, youth, Oh! It does;
But I'll not trust it; for if false its whispers
So sweet, so painful sweet--Dear good youth tell me,
Spare a poor broken heart, and tell me quickly
Thy father's name.

_Caesa._ My father! Oh! that was
A man indeed, and model for all others!
His country's sword, his country's shield, a hero,
A demigod; and great as were his actions,
So were his wrongs.

_Orsi._ His name! his name!

_Caesa._ (_rushing into his arms_) Orsino!

_Orsi._ I have him! hold him here! Death alone parts us.
My son! Victoria's son! Come, come, my boy,
Kneel at this tomb with me; join thou my suit
For the blest dust beneath, and read through tears
Here sleeps thy mother. Wandering forth to seek her,
Unknown her fate and thine, chance led me hither.
I marked yon tablet, read yon piteous lines,
Threw those now useless arms forever from me,
Sank on Victoria's grave, nor left it more;
Yet, yet I died not! Amelrosa's kindness,
Which gave me freedom, traced me to this spot,
And saved my life, my wretched life, which still
I only use to mourn thy loss, Victoria.
Know'st thou, my boy, when her eyes closed forever?
Whose hand----

_Caesa._ Her son's--

_Orsi._ (_grasping_ Caesario's _hand_) Was't thine?

_Caesa._ 'Twas mine too raised
Yon rustic tomb, and 'twas this cave received her
When, desperate at your loss, she fled the court.
Here long she sorrowed, here at length she died,
Died of a broken heart! Ay weep, my father;
For know the king shall pay each tear thou shed'st
With drops of blood.

_Orsi._ The king? Boy, name him not.
That sound is poison. I was once so happy;
Was once so rich--and