As I do always.

Lor.‍Go to, you're a child,

Infirm of feeling as of purpose, blown

About by every breath, shook[48] by a sigh,330

And melted by a tear—a precious judge

For Venice! and a worthy statesman to

Be partner in my policy.

Bar.‍He shed

No tears.

Lor.‍He cried out twice.