I cannot comfort thee.

Mar.‍He might have lived,

So formed for gentle privacy of life,

So loving, so beloved; the native of

Another land, and who so blest and blessing

As my poor Foscari? Nothing was wanting

Unto his happiness and mine save not

To be Venetian.

Doge.‍Or a Prince's son.

Mar. Yes; all things which conduce to other men's