Learnt but in eighty years. Brave Carmagnuola

Is dead; so is young Foscari and his brethren—

I never smiled on them.

Bar.‍Was Carmagnuola

Your friend?

Lor.‍He was the safeguard of the city.

In early life its foe, but in his manhood,

Its saviour first, then victim.

Bar.‍Ah! that seems

The penalty of saving cities. He