Must I on hardily like them—Oh! would
I could as blindly and remorselessly!—
Lo, where he comes!—Be still, my heart! they are
Thy foes, must be thy victims: wilt thou beat
For those who almost broke thee?
Enter Guards, with young Foscari as Prisoner, etc.
Guard.Let him rest.
Signor, take time.
Jac. Fos.I thank thee, friend, I'm feeble;
But thou mayst stand reproved.