I'll have it torn
From its vile babbling roots, till you shall utter
Nothing but sobs through blood, for this!
From its vile babbling roots, till you shall utter
Nothing but sobs through blood, for this!
Byron
_Enter the Deputation as before_.
_Chief of the Ten_. Is the Duke aware
We seek his presence?
_Att. _ He shall be informed.
[_Exit Attendant_.
_Bar. _ The Duke is with his son.
_Chief of the Ten_. If it be so,
We will remit him till the rites are over.
Let us return. 'Tis time enough to-morrow.
_Lor. _ (_aside to Bar_. ) Now the rich man's hell-fire upon your tongue,
Unquenched, unquenchable!
I'll have it torn
From its vile babbling roots, till you shall utter
Nothing but sobs through blood, for this! Sage Signors,
I pray ye be not hasty. [_Aloud to the others_.
_Bar. _ But be human! 160
_Lor. _ See, the Duke comes!
_Enter the_ DOGE.
_Doge_. I have obeyed your summons.
_Chief of the Ten_. We come once more to urge our past request.
_Doge_. And I to answer.
_Chief of the Ten_. What?
