Farewell!

Doge.‍Farewell! Is there aught else?

Jac. Fos.‍No—nothing.

[To the Officer.

Lend me your arm, good Signor.

Offi.‍You turn pale—

Let me support you—paler—ho! some aid there!

Some water!

Mar.‍Ah, he is dying!

Jac. Fos.‍Now, I'm ready—