Give me, then, way; 270
This is the Doge's palace; I am wife
Of the Duke's son, the _innocent_ Duke's son,
And they shall hear this!
This is the Doge's palace; I am wife
Of the Duke's son, the _innocent_ Duke's son,
And they shall hear this!
Byron
_Mem. _ Alas! this
Is but to expose yourself to harsh repulse,
And worse suspense.
_Mar. _ Who shall oppose me?
_Mem. _ They 260
Whose duty 'tis to do so.
_Mar. _ 'Tis _their_ duty
To trample on all human feelings, all
Ties which bind man to man, to emulate
The fiends who will one day requite them in
Variety of torturing! Yet I'll pass.
_Mem. _ It is impossible.
_Mar. _ That shall be tried. [ay]
Despair defies even despotism: there is
That in my heart would make its way through hosts
With levelled spears; and think you a few jailors
Shall put me from my path?
Give me, then, way; 270
This is the Doge's palace; I am wife
Of the Duke's son, the _innocent_ Duke's son,
And they shall hear this!
_Mem. _ It will only serve
More to exasperate his judges.
_Mar. _ What
Are _judges_ who give way to anger? 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_.
