Mar. (pointing to the Doge, who is still on the ground

by his son's body)‍He's busy, look,

About the business you provided for him.

Are ye content?

Bar.‍We will not interrupt

A parent's sorrows.

Mar.‍No, ye only make them,

Then leave them.

Doge (rising).‍Sirs, I am ready.

Bar.‍No—not now.