Had been so!
Doge.My unhappy children!
Mar.What!
You feel it then at last—you!—Where is now
The Stoic of the State?
Doge (throwing himself down by the body). Here!
Mar.Aye, weep on!
I thought you had no tears—you hoarded them
Until they are useless; but weep on! he never
Shall weep more—never, never more.