Offi. May I pass on?
Lor.You may.
Bar.How bears the Doge
This last calamity?
Offi.With desperate firmness.
In presence of another he says little,
But I perceive his lips move now and then;
And once or twice I heard him, from the adjoining
Apartment, mutter forth the words—"My son!"
Scarce audibly. I must proceed.[Exit Officer.