Howe'er remote the period. Let there be
A point of time, as beacon to my heart,
With any penalty annexed they please,
But let me still return.
Doge.Son Jacopo,
Go and obey our Country's will:[72] 'tis not
For us to look beyond.
Jac. Fos.But still I must
Look back. I pray you think of me.
Doge.Alas!