No More Learning

_Mar. _ Yes--with many a pang!
But--I _can_ leave them, children as they are,
To teach you to be less a child. From this
Learn you to sway your feelings, when exacted 200
By duties paramount; and 'tis our first
On earth to bear.

_Jac. Fos. _ Have I not borne?

_Mar. _ Too much
From tyrannous injustice, and enough
To teach you not to shrink now from a lot,
Which, as compared with what you have undergone
Of late, is mercy.

_Jac. Fos. _ Ah! you never yet
Were far away from Venice, never saw
Her beautiful towers in the receding distance,
While every furrow of the vessel's track
Seemed ploughing deep into your heart; you never 210
Saw day go down upon your native spires[bo]
So calmly with its gold and crimson glory,
And after dreaming a disturbed vision
Of them and theirs, awoke and found them not.

_Mar. _ I will divide this with you.
Let us think
Of our departure from this much-loved city,
(Since you must _love_ it, as it seems,) and this
Chamber of state, her gratitude allots you.
Our children will be cared for by the Doge,
And by my uncles; we must sail ere night. 220

_Jac. Fos. _ That's sudden. Shall I not behold my father?

_Mar. _ You will.

_Jac. Fos. _ Where?

_Mar. _ Here, or in the ducal chamber--
He said not which. I would that you could bear
Your exile as he bears it.

_Jac. Fos.