The retribution of his wrongs!—Well, well!

I have sons, who shall be men.

Doge.‍Your grief distracts you.

Mar. I thought I could have borne it, when I saw him

Bowed down by such oppression; yes, I thought

That I would rather look upon his corse

Than his prolonged captivity:—I am punished

For that thought now. Would I were in his grave!

Doge. I must look on him once more.

Mar.‍Come with me!