A monologue from the play by Lord Byron

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  • NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from Lord Byron: Six Plays. Lord Byron. Los Angeles: Black Box Press, 2007.
  • 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 Lacedæmon 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.