Are ye
content?
Byron
_ Ah!
the Devil come to insult the dead!
Avaunt!
Incarnate Lucifer! 'tis holy ground.
A martyr's ashes now lie there, which make it 220
A shrine. Get thee back to thy place of torment!
_Bar. _ Lady, we knew not of this sad event,
But passed here merely on our path from council.
_Mar. _ Pass on.
_Lor. _ We sought the Doge.
_Mar. _ (_pointing to the Doge, who is still on the ground
by his son's body_) He's busy, look,
About the business _you_ provided for him.
Are ye content?
_Bar. _ We will not interrupt
A parent's sorrows.
_Mar. _ No, ye only make them,
Then leave them.
_Doge_ (_rising_). Sirs, I am ready.
_Bar. _ No--not now.
_Lor. _ Yet 'twas important.
_Doge_. If 'twas so, I can
Only repeat--I am ready.
_Bar. _ It shall not be 230
Just now, though Venice tottered o'er the deep
Like a frail vessel. I respect your griefs.
Incarnate Lucifer! 'tis holy ground.
A martyr's ashes now lie there, which make it 220
A shrine. Get thee back to thy place of torment!
_Bar. _ Lady, we knew not of this sad event,
But passed here merely on our path from council.
_Mar. _ Pass on.
_Lor. _ We sought the Doge.
_Mar. _ (_pointing to the Doge, who is still on the ground
by his son's body_) He's busy, look,
About the business _you_ provided for him.
Are ye content?
_Bar. _ We will not interrupt
A parent's sorrows.
_Mar. _ No, ye only make them,
Then leave them.
_Doge_ (_rising_). Sirs, I am ready.
_Bar. _ No--not now.
_Lor. _ Yet 'twas important.
_Doge_. If 'twas so, I can
Only repeat--I am ready.
_Bar. _ It shall not be 230
Just now, though Venice tottered o'er the deep
Like a frail vessel. I respect your griefs.
