Lor.‍The Grave knows best: they died,

As I said, suddenly.

Doge.‍Is that so strange,

That you repeat the word emphatically?

Lor. So far from strange, that never was there death

In my mind half so natural as theirs.

Think you not so?

Doge.‍What should I think of mortals?

Lor. That they have mortal foes.

Doge.‍I understand you;