I did not deem this poor place could have drawn 250
Such presence hither.
Such presence hither.
Byron
_ Men and Angels!
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The blood of myriads reeking up to Heaven,
The groans of slaves in chains, and men in dungeons,
Mothers, and wives, and sons, and sires, and subjects,
Held in the bondage of ten bald-heads; and
Though last, not least, _thy silence! Couldst thou_ say
Aught in its favour, who would praise like _thee_?
_Jac. Fos. _ Let us address us then, since so it must be,
To our departure. Who comes here?
_Enter_ LOREDANO _attended by Familiars_.
_Lor. _ (_to the Familiars_). Retire,
But leave the torch. [_Exeunt the two Familiars_.
_Jac. Fos. _ Most welcome, noble Signor.
I did not deem this poor place could have drawn 250
Such presence hither.
_Lor. _ 'Tis not the first time
I have visited these places.
_Mar. _ Nor would be
The last, were all men's merits well rewarded.
Came you here to insult us, or remain[bp]
As spy upon us, or as hostage for us?
_Lor. _ Neither are of my office, noble Lady!
I am sent hither to your husband, to
Announce "the Ten's" decree.
_Mar. _ That tenderness
Has been anticipated: it is known.
_Lor. _ As how?
_Mar. _ I have informed him, not so gently, 260
Doubtless, as your nice feelings would prescribe,
The indulgence of your colleagues; but he knew it.
If you come for our thanks, take them, and hence!
The blood of myriads reeking up to Heaven,
The groans of slaves in chains, and men in dungeons,
Mothers, and wives, and sons, and sires, and subjects,
Held in the bondage of ten bald-heads; and
Though last, not least, _thy silence! Couldst thou_ say
Aught in its favour, who would praise like _thee_?
_Jac. Fos. _ Let us address us then, since so it must be,
To our departure. Who comes here?
_Enter_ LOREDANO _attended by Familiars_.
_Lor. _ (_to the Familiars_). Retire,
But leave the torch. [_Exeunt the two Familiars_.
_Jac. Fos. _ Most welcome, noble Signor.
I did not deem this poor place could have drawn 250
Such presence hither.
_Lor. _ 'Tis not the first time
I have visited these places.
_Mar. _ Nor would be
The last, were all men's merits well rewarded.
Came you here to insult us, or remain[bp]
As spy upon us, or as hostage for us?
_Lor. _ Neither are of my office, noble Lady!
I am sent hither to your husband, to
Announce "the Ten's" decree.
_Mar. _ That tenderness
Has been anticipated: it is known.
_Lor. _ As how?
_Mar. _ I have informed him, not so gently, 260
Doubtless, as your nice feelings would prescribe,
The indulgence of your colleagues; but he knew it.
If you come for our thanks, take them, and hence!
