OR

THE CONSPIRACY OF GENOA,

An Historical Tragedy,

TRANSLATED FROM THE GERMAN OF SCHILLER.

Cromwell, I charge thee fling away ambition!
By that sin fell the angels, how can man then,
The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't?

SHAKESPEARE.

DUBLIN:

RICHARD MILLIKEN AND SON,

104, GRAFTON-STREET.

1832.

ΤΟ

EDWARD LYTTON BULWER,

THE LOOKED FOR REVIVER

OF ENGLISH TRAGEDY,

AND WHOSE DRAMATIC POWERS

THOUGH THEY SLEEP,

(LIKE STARS IN THE DEEP WATERS)

RENDER HIS NAME

WORTHY OF A PLACE

IN THE SAME PAGE WITH THAT OF

SCHILLER,

THIS TRANSLATION IS DEDICATED

BY A PROFOUND ADMIRER

OF HIS GENIUS.

TO THE READER.

THERE are a thousand faults in this play, but they are redeemed by a thousand beauties, if these last indeed have been permitted to survive in any degree in the present translation. The quick succession of incident, the force and variety of the characters, and the depth and richness of the dramatic colouring, are among the most splendid specimens of Schiller's power. But in opposition to this, it is but fair to place, the redundancy and vehemence of the sentiments, (carried often to exaggeration,) and above all, the violence done to a refined taste by many of the situations, and which even the strictness of their