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!