Bar.‍I yield not to you in love of justice,

Or hate of the ambitious Foscari,10

Father and son, and all their noxious race;

But the poor wretch has suffered beyond Nature's

Most stoical endurance.

Lor.‍Without owning

His crime?

Bar.‍Perhaps without committing any.

But he avowed the letter to the Duke

Of Milan, and his sufferings half atone for