_Jac. Fos._ I thank thee, friend, I'm feeble; But thou mayst stand reproved. _Guard_. I'll stand the hazard. _Jac. Fos._ That's kind:--I meet some pity, but no mercy;[av] 70 This is the first. _Guard_. And might be the last, did they Who rule behold us. _Bar._ (_advancing to the Guard_). There is one who does: Yet fear not; I will neither be thy judge Nor thy accuser; though the hour is past, Wait their last summons--I am of "the Ten,"[41] And waiting for that summons, sanction you Even by my presence: when the last call sounds, We'll in together.--Look well to the prisoner! _Jac. Fos._ What voice is that?--'Tis Barbarigo's! Ah! Our House's foe, and one of my few judges. 80 _Bar._ To balance such a foe, if such there be, Thy father sits amongst thy judges. _Jac. Fos._ True, He judges. _Bar._ Then deem not the laws too harsh Which yield so much indulgence to a sire, As to allow his voice in such high matter As the state's safety-- _Jac. Fos._ And his son's. I'm faint; Let me approach, I pray you, for a breath Of air, yon window which o'erlooks the waters. _Enter an Officer, who whispers_ BARBARIGO. _Bar._ (to the Guard). Let him approach. I must not speak with him Further than thus: I have transgressed my duty 90 In this brief parley, and must now redeem it[aw] Within the Council Chamber. [_Exit_ BARBARIGO. [_Guard conducting_ JACOPO FOSCARI _to the window_. _Guard_. There, sir, 'tis Open.--How feel you? _Jac. Fos._ Like a boy--Oh Venice! _Guard_. And your limbs?