Mar. I come to tell thee the result of their

Last council on thy doom.

Jac. Fos.‍I know it—look!

[He points to his limbs, as referring to the Question
which he had undergone.

Mar. No—no—no more of that: even they relent

From that atrocity.

Jac. Fos.‍What then?

Mar.‍That you

Return to Candia.

Jac. Fos.‍Then my last hope's gone.