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.