Mar.‍Hold thy peace, old man!

I am no daughter now—thou hast no son.

Oh, Foscari!

Offi.‍We must remove the body.

Mar. Touch it not, dungeon miscreants! your base office

Ends with his life, and goes not beyond murder,

Even by your murderous laws. Leave his remains200

To those who know to honour them.

Offi.‍I must

Inform the Signory, and learn their pleasure.