No More Learning

_ (_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.