triumph ye bestow on those that bring you conquest home, and honors? 

Duke. Go on; you shall be heard, sir. 

Ant. And be hanged too, I hope. 

Pier. Are these the trophies I've deserved for fighting your battles with confederated powers? When winds and seas conspired to overthrow you, and brought the fleets of Spain to your own harbors; when you, great duke, shrunk trembling in your palace, and saw your wife, the Adriatic, plowed, like a lewd whore, by bolder prows than yours, stepped not I forth, and taught your loose Venetians the task of honor, and the way to greatness? Raised you from your capitulating fears to stipulate the terms of sued-for peace? And this my recompense! If I'm a traitor, produce my charge; or show the wretch that's base and brave enough to tell me I'm a traitor. 

Duke. Know you one Jaffier? 

Pier. Yes, and know his virtue. His justice, truth, his general worth, and sufferings from a hard father, taught me first to love him._Enter Jaffier, guarded._

_Duke._ See him brought forth.

_Pier._ My friend too bound! nay then
Our fate has conquer'd us, and we must fall.
Why droops the man whose welfare's so much mine,
They're but one thing? These reverend tyrants, Jaffier,
Call us traitors. Art thou one, my brother?

_Jaf._ To thee, I am the falsest, veriest slave,
That e'er betray'd a generous, trusting friend,
And gave up honour to be sure of ruin.
All our fair hopes, which morning was t' have crown'd,
Has this curs'd tongue o'erthrown.

_Pier._ So, then all's over:
Venice has lost her freedom, I my life.
No more! Farewell!

_Duke._ Say; will you make confession
Of your vile deeds, and trust the senate's mercy?

_Pier._ Curs'd be your senate: curs'd your constitution:
The curse of growing factions and divisions

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