A Sovereign should die standing. My poor boy!

Off with your arms!—That bell![80]

[The Doge drops down and dies.

Mar.‍My God! My God!

Bar. (to Lor.). Behold! your work's completed!

Chief of the Ten.‍Is there then

No aid? Call in assistance!

Att.‍'Tis all over.

Chief of the Ten. If it be so, at least his obsequies310

Shall be such as befits his name and nation,