Even by my presence: when the last call sounds,
We'll in together.—Look well to the prisoner!
Jac. Fos. What voice is that?—'Tis Barbarigo's! Ah!
Our House's foe, and one of my few judges.80
Bar. To balance such a foe, if such there be,
Thy father sits amongst thy judges.
Jac. Fos.True,
He judges.
Bar.Then deem not the laws too harsh
Which yield so much indulgence to a sire,