Doge.‍Pitied! None

Shall ever use that base word, with which men

Cloak their soul's hoarded triumph, as a fit one

To mingle with my name; that name shall be,

As far as I have borne it, what it was150

When I received it.

Mar.‍But for the poor children

Of him thou canst not, or thou wilt not save,

You were the last to bear it.

Doge.‍Would it were so!