Jac. Fos. They may repent.
Mar.And if they do, Heaven will not
Accept the tardy penitence of demons.
Enter an Officer and Guards.
Offi. Signor! the boat is at the shore—the wind
Is rising—we are ready to attend you.
Jac. Fos. And I to be attended. Once more, father,
Your hand!
Doge.Take it. Alas! how thine own trembles!180
Joe. Fos. No—you mistake; 'tis yours that shakes, my father.