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DOGE: You see me here,

As one of you hath said, an old, unarmed,

Defenceless man; and yesterday you saw me

Presiding in the hall of ducal state,

Apparent Sovereign of our hundred isles,

Robed in official purple, dealing out

The edicts of a power which is not mine,

Nor yours, but of our masters—the patricians.

Why I was there you know, or think you know;

Why I am here, he who hath been most wronged,

He who among you hath been most insulted,

Outraged and trodden on, until he doubt

If he be worm or no, may answer for me,

Asking of his own heart what brought him here?

You know my recent story, all men know it,

And judge of it far differently from those

Who sate in judgement to heap scorn on scorn.

But spare me the recital—it is here,

Here at my heart the outrage—but my words,

Already spent in unavailing plaints,

Would only show my feebleness the more,

And I come here to strengthen even the strong,

And urge them on to deeds, and not to war

With woman's weapons; but I need not urge you.

Our private wrongs have sprung from public vices,

In this—I cannot call it commonwealth,

Nor kingdom, which hath neither prince nor people,

But all the sins of the old Spartan state

Without its virtues—temperance and valour.

The Lords of Lacedaemon were true soldiers,

But ours are Sybarites, while we are Helots,

Of whom I am the lowest, most enslaved;

Although dressed out to head a pageant, as

The Greeks of yore made drunk their slaves to form

A pastime for their children. You are met

To overthrow this Monster of a state,

This mockery of a Government, this spectre,

Which must be exorcised with blood,—and then

We will renew the times of Truth and Justice,

Condensing in a fair free commonwealth

Not rash equality but equal rights,

Proportioned like the columns to the temple,

Giving and taking strength reciprocal,

And making firm the whole with grace and beauty,

So that no part could be removed without

Infringement of the general symmetry.

In operating this great change, I claim

To be one of you—if you trust in me;

If not, strike home,—my life is compromised,

And I would rather fall by freemen's hands

Than live another day to act the tyrant

As delegate of tyrants: such I am not,

And never have been—read it in our annals;

I can appeal to my past government

In many lands and cities; they can tell you

If I were an oppressor, or a man

Feeling and thinking for my fellow men.

Haply had I been what the Senate sought,

A thing of robes and trinkets, dizened out

To sit in state as for a Sovereign's picture;

A popular scourge, a ready sentence-signer,

A stickler for the Senate and "the Forty,"

A sceptic of all measures which had not

The sanction of "the Ten," a council-fawner,

A tool—a fool—a puppet,—they had ne'er

Fostered the wretch who stung me. What I suffer

Has reached me through my pity for the people;

That many know, and they who know not yet

Will one day learn: meantime I do devote,

Whate'er the issue, my last days of life—

My present power such as it is, not that

Of Doge, but of a man who has been great

Before he was degraded to a Doge,

And still has individual means and mind;

I stake my fame (and I had fame)—my breath—

(The least of all, for its last hours are nigh)

My heart—my hope—my soul—upon this cast!

Such as I am, I offer me to you

And to your chiefs; accept me or reject me,—

A Prince who fain would be a Citizen

Or nothing, and who has left his throne to be so.

Credits: Reprinted from Lord Byron: Six Plays. Lord Byron. Los Angeles: Black Box Press, 2007.