Doge. Is this the Giunta's sentence?
Ben. It is.
Doge. I can endure it.—And the time?
Ben. Must be immediate.—Make thy peace with God:
Within an hour thou must be in His presence.
Doge. I am already; and my blood will rise
To Heaven before the souls of those who shed it.
Are all my lands confiscated?[465]
Ben. They are;
And goods, and jewels, and all kind of treasure,
Except two thousand ducats—these dispose of.
Doge. That's harsh.—I would have fain reserved the lands530
Near to Treviso, which I hold by investment
From Laurence the Count-bishop of Ceneda,[fn]
In fief perpetual to myself and heirs,
To portion them (leaving my city spoil,
My palace and my treasures, to your forfeit)
Between my consort and my kinsmen.
Ben. These
Lie under the state's ban—their Chief, thy nephew,
In peril of his own life; but the Council
Postpones his trial for the present. If
Thou will'st a state unto thy widowed Princess,540
Fear not, for we will do her justice.
Ang. Signors,
I share not in your spoil! From henceforth, know
I am devoted unto God alone,
And take my refuge in the cloister.
Doge. Come!
The hour may be a hard one, but 'twill end.
Have I aught else to undergo save Death?[fo]