Enter Priuli and Jaffeir.
Priu. No more! Ill hear no more; begone and leave.
Jaff. Not hear me! by my sufferings but you shall!
My lord, my lord! Im not that abject wretch
me: Patience! wheres the distance throws
Me back so far, but I may boldly speak
In right, though proud
oppression will not hear me!
Priu. Have you not wrongd me?
Jaff.Could my nature eer
Have brookd injustice or the doing wrongs,
I need not now thus low have bent
To gain a hearing from a cruel father!
Priu. Yes! wronged me, in the nicest point:
The honour of my house; you have done me wrong;
remember (for I now will speak,
And urge its baseness): when you first came home
From travel, with such
hopes, as made you looked on
By all mens eyes, a youth of expectation;
Pleased with your growing virtue,
I received you:
Courted, and sought to raise you to your merits:
My house, my table, nay my fortune too,
very self, was yours; you might have used me
To your best service; like an open friend,
I treated, trusted
you, and thought you mine;
When in requital of my best endeavours,
You treacherously practised to undo
Seduced the weakness of my ages darling,
My only child, and stole her from my bosom:
Jaff. Tis to me you owe her,
Childless you had been else, and in the grave,
Your name extinct, nor no
more Priuli heard of.
You may remember, scarce five years are past,
Since in your brigandine you sailed
The Adriatic wedded by our Duke,
And I was with you: your unskilful pilot
Dashed us upon a rock; when
to your boat
You made for safety; entered first yourself;
The affrighted Belvidera following next,
stood trembling on the vessel side,
Was by a wave washed off into the deep,
When instantly I plunged
into the sea,
And buffeting the billows to her rescue,
Redeemed her life with half the loss of mine:
a rich conquest in one hand I bore her,
And with the other dashed the saucy waves,
That thronged and
pressed to rob me of my prize:
I brought her, gave her to your despairing arms:
Indeed you thanked me; but
a nobler gratitude
Rose in her soul: for from that hour she loved me,
Till for her life she paid me with herself.
Priu. You stole her from me, like a thief you stole her,
At dead of night; that cursed hour you chose
me of all my heart held dear.
May all your joys in her prove false like mine;
A sterile fortune, and a barren
Attend you both; continual discord make
Your days and nights bitter and grievous: still
May the hard
hand of a vexatious need
Oppress, and grind you; till at last you find
The curse of disobedience all your
Jaff. Half of your curse you have bestowed in vain,
Heaven has already crowned our faithful loves
young boy, sweet as his mothers beauty.
May he live to prove more gentle than his grandsire.
than his father!
Priu. Rather live
To bait thee for his bread, and din your ears
With hungry cries: whilst his unhappy mother
down and weeps in bitterness of want.
Jaff. You talk as if twould please you.
Priu. Twould by Heaven.
Once she was dear indeed; the drops that fell
From my sad heart, when she
forgot her duty,
The fountain of my life was not so precious:
But she is gone, and if I am a man
I will forget
Jaff. Would I were in my grave!
Priu And she too with thee;
For, living here, youre but my cursed remembrancers
I once was happy.