Is't pity to recall to feeling
The wretch too happy to escape to Death
By the compassionate trance, poor Nature's last
Resource against the tyranny of pain?
The wretch too happy to escape to Death
By the compassionate trance, poor Nature's last
Resource against the tyranny of pain?
Byron
they
Who do so are assassins. Give me way. [_Exit_ MARINA.
_Sen. _ Poor lady!
_Mem. _ 'Tis mere desperation: she
Will not be admitted o'er the threshold.
_Sen. _ And
Even if she be so, cannot save her husband.
But, see, the officer returns.
[_The Officer passes over the stage with another person_.
_Mem. _ I hardly 280
Thought that "the Ten" had even this touch of pity,
Or would permit assistance to this sufferer.
_Sen. _ Pity!
Is't pity to recall to feeling
The wretch too happy to escape to Death
By the compassionate trance, poor Nature's last
Resource against the tyranny of pain?
_Mem. _ I marvel they condemn him not at once.
_Sen. _ That's not their policy: they'd have him live,
Because he fears not death; and banish him,
Because all earth, except his native land, 290
To him is one wide prison, and each breath
Of foreign air he draws seems a slow poison,
Consuming but not killing.
_Mem. _ Circumstance
Confirms his crimes, but he avows them not.
_Sen. _ None, save the Letter, which, he says, was written
Addressed to Milan's duke, in the full knowledge
That it would fall into the Senate's hands,
And thus he should be re-conveyed to Venice. [45]
_Mem. _ But as a culprit.
_Sen. _ Yes, but to his country;
And that was all he sought,--so he avouches. 300
_Mem. _ The accusation of the bribes was proved.
_Sen.
Who do so are assassins. Give me way. [_Exit_ MARINA.
_Sen. _ Poor lady!
_Mem. _ 'Tis mere desperation: she
Will not be admitted o'er the threshold.
_Sen. _ And
Even if she be so, cannot save her husband.
But, see, the officer returns.
[_The Officer passes over the stage with another person_.
_Mem. _ I hardly 280
Thought that "the Ten" had even this touch of pity,
Or would permit assistance to this sufferer.
_Sen. _ Pity!
Is't pity to recall to feeling
The wretch too happy to escape to Death
By the compassionate trance, poor Nature's last
Resource against the tyranny of pain?
_Mem. _ I marvel they condemn him not at once.
_Sen. _ That's not their policy: they'd have him live,
Because he fears not death; and banish him,
Because all earth, except his native land, 290
To him is one wide prison, and each breath
Of foreign air he draws seems a slow poison,
Consuming but not killing.
_Mem. _ Circumstance
Confirms his crimes, but he avows them not.
_Sen. _ None, save the Letter, which, he says, was written
Addressed to Milan's duke, in the full knowledge
That it would fall into the Senate's hands,
And thus he should be re-conveyed to Venice. [45]
_Mem. _ But as a culprit.
_Sen. _ Yes, but to his country;
And that was all he sought,--so he avouches. 300
_Mem. _ The accusation of the bribes was proved.
_Sen.
