ITALY. and observe r country and grown grey at embassies, and peace; how what she was! ack the arras is, Yet their looks hing there like grief, Still that noise, Exchange; and I have often walked of Antonio and Bassanio it was second , writing in 1580, "sono ogni giorno novesi, Milanesi, Spagnuoli, Turchi, li vi concorrono in tanta copia, che ll' universo. Shylock refers to it when he says: a time and oft, rated me--" vere on every tongue; and continue medies of Goldoni, and particularly ng, called Rialto Nuovo; and so bricato dopo il vecchio." quale," says Sanuto, "fu messer lo sisted of ten Patricians, at the last The Two Foscari were published, If proofs they be, were in the lion's mouth Dropt by some hand unseen; and he, himself, Suffering the Question. Twice to die in peace, To save, while yet he could, a falling House, To lay aside the Crown, and they refused, Once again The screw is turned; and, as it turns, the Son Looks up, and, in a faint and broken tone, Murmurs "My Father!" The old man shrinks b And in his mantle muffles up his face. "Art thou not guilty?" says a voice, that once Groans are confessions; Patience, Fortitude, He would indulge in weeping. Like a ghost, ere in the lion's mouth d unseen; and he, himself, na beloved son Twice to die in peace, e could, a falling House, like hell-hounds in full cry, of four, twice did he ask wn, and they refused, ver more to ask; pectacle of woe, mockery to wear Once again and, as it turns, the Son int and broken tone, !" The old man shrinks back, les up his face. says a voice, that once In that Court Patience, Fortitude, -unseen of any- rhangs the sea; arly there 1 She was a Contarini; a name coeval with the Republic, and illus eight Doges. On the occasion of their marriage the Bùcentaur came splendour; and a bridge of boats was thrown across the Canal Grand Bridegroom and his retinue of three hundred horse. Sanuto dwells with on the costliness of the dresses and the magnificence of the processions by water. The tournaments in the Place of St. Mark lasted three days, attended by thirty thousand people. A letter to the sovereign prince of MILAN, And drops it to be found.-"Would ye know all? He is condemned To go ere set of sun, go whence he came, In a hall Open and crowded by the common herd, One so long lost, one who for them had braved, 1 Francesco Sforza. His father, when at work in the field, was accost soldiers and asked if he would enlist. "Let me throw my mattock on th replied; "and if it remains there, I will." It remained there; and t regarding it as a sign, enlisted. He became soldier, general, prince grandson, in the palace at Milan, said to Paulus Jovius, "You behold t and this grandeur. I owe everything to the branch of an oak, the held my grandfather's mattock." 2 It was a high crime to solicit the intercession of any foreign prince. To meet him, and to part with him for ever!— Yet when the Wife, the Mother looked again, 'Twas he 'twas he himself 'twas GIACOMO! And all clung round him, weeping bitterly; Unnerved, and now unsettled in his mind. From long and exquisite pain, he sobs and cries, GIACOMO That night embarked; sent to an early grave Bore back a lifeless corse. Generous as brave, Affection, kindness, the sweet offices Of duty and love were from his tenderest years Then was thy cup, old Man, full to the brim. Who would not leave thee; fastening on thy flank, 1 "Va e ubbidisci a quello che vuole la terra, e non cercar più oltre." |