_Lor._ True--true-- His _last_. _Bar._ Will nothing move you? _Lor._ _Feels he_, think you? _Bar._ He shows it not. _Lor._ I have marked _that_--the wretch! _Bar._ But yesterday, I hear, on his return To the ducal chambers, as he passed the threshold 30 The old man fainted. _Lor._ It begins to work, then. _Bar._ The work is half your own. _Lor._ And should be _all_ mine-- My father and my uncle are no more. _Bar._ I have read their epitaph, which says they died By poison.[39] _Lor._ When the Doge declared that he Should never deem himself a sovereign till The death of Peter Loredano, both The brothers sickened shortly:--he _is_ Sovereign. _Bar._ A wretched one. _Lor._ What should they be who make Orphans? _Bar._ But _did_ the Doge make you so? _Lor._ Yes. 40 _Bar._ What solid proofs? _Lor._ When Princes set themselves To work in secret, proofs and process are Alike made difficult; but I have such Of the first, as shall make the second needless. _Bar._ But you will move by law? _Lor._ By all the laws Which he would leave us. _Bar._ They are such in this Our state as render retribution easier Than 'mongst remoter nations. Is it true That you have written in your books of commerce, (The wealthy practice of our highest nobles) 50 "Doge Foscari, my debtor for the deaths Of Marco and Pietro Loredano, My sire and uncle?"[40] _Lor._ It is written thus. _Bar._ And will you leave it unerased? _Lor._ Till balanced. _Bar._ And how? [_Two Senators pass over the stage, as in their way to "the Hall of the Council of Ten."_ _Lor._ You see the number is complete. Follow me. [_Exit_ LOREDANO. _Bar._ (_solus_). Follow _thee_! I have followed long Thy path of desolation, as the wave Sweeps after that before it, alike whelming[au] The wreck that creaks to the wild winds, and wretch Who shrieks within its riven ribs, as gush 60 The waters through them; but this son and sire Might move the elements to pause, and yet Must I on hardily like them--Oh! would I could as blindly and remorselessly!-- Lo, where he comes!--Be still, my heart! they are Thy foes, must be thy victims: wilt thou beat For those who almost broke thee? _Enter Guards, with young_ FOSCARI _as Prisoner, etc._ _Guard_. Let him rest. Signor, take time.