friend, have stretched the curse to all The senate round, as to one single villain? Jaf. But curses stick not; could I kill with cursing, By Heaven, I know not thirty heads in Venice Should not be blasted! Senators should rot, Like dogs, on dunghills. Oh, for a curse To kill with!  [Crosses, R. Pierre. Daggers, daggers are much better. Jaf. (R. C.) Ha! Pierre. Daggers. Jaf. But where are they? Pierre. Oh! a thousand May be disposed, in honest hands, in Venice. Jaf. Thou talk'st in clouds. Pierre. But yet a heart, half wronged As thine has been, would find the meaning, Jaffier! Jaf. A thousand daggers, all in honest hands! And have not I a friend will stick one here? Pierre. (C.)Yes, if I thought thou wert not to be cherished To a nobler purpose, I would be that friend:       [Lays his hand on Jaffier's arm But thou hast better friends; friends, whom thy wrongs Have made thy friends; friends, worthy to be called so. I'll trust thee with a secret. There are spies This hour at work. But, as thou art a man, Whom I have picked and chosen from the world, [19]     Swear that thou wilt be true to what I utter; And when I've told thee that, which only gods, And men like gods, are privy to, then swear, No chance, or change, shall wrest it from thy bosom. Jaf. (R.) When thou wouldst bind me, is there need of oaths? Is coward, fool, or villain, in my face? If I seem none of these, I dare believe Thou wouldst not use me in a little cause; For I am fit for honour's toughest task, Nor ever yet found fooling was my province:      And, for a villainous, inglorious enterprize, I know thy heart so well, I dare lay mine Before thee, set it to what point thou wilt. Pierre. Nay, 'tis a cause thou wilt be fond of, Jaffier For it is founded on the noblest basis; Our liberties, our natural inheritance! We'll do the business, and ne'er fast and pray for't; Openly act a deed, the world shall gaze With wonder at, and envy when 'tis done. Jaf. For liberty! Pierre. For liberty, my friend. [Jaffier crosses, L. Thou shalt be freed from base Priuli's tyranny, And thy sequestered fortunes healed again; I shall be free from those opprobrious wrongs That press me now, and bend my spirit downward; All Venice free, and every growing merit Succeed to its just right; fools shall be pulled From wisdom's seat; those baleful unclean birds, Those lazy owls, who, perched near fortune's top, Sit only watchful with their heavy wings To cuff down new-fledged virtues, that would rise To nobler heights, and make the 

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