[Guard conducting Jacopo Foscari to the window.
Guard.There, sir, 'tis
Open.—How feel you?
Jac. Fos.Like a boy—Oh Venice!
Guard. And your limbs?
Jac. Fos.Limbs! how often have they borne me[42]
Bounding o'er yon blue tide, as I have skimmed
The gondola along in childish race,
And, masqued as a young gondolier, amidst
My gay competitors, noble as I,