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!