No More Learning

Fos. _ I rarely, sir, have murmured.

_Doge_. I feel too much thou hast not.

_Mar. _ Doge, look there!
[_She points to_ LOREDANO.

_Doge_. I see the man--what mean'st thou?

_Mar. _ Caution!

_Lor. _ Being
The virtue which this noble lady most[bq]
May practise, she doth well to recommend it.

_Mar. _ Wretch!
'tis no virtue, but the policy
Of those who fain must deal perforce with vice:
As such I recommend it, as I would 350
To one whose foot was on an adder's path.

_Doge_. Daughter, it is superfluous; I have long
Known Loredano.

_Lor. _ You may know him better.

_Mar. _ Yes; _worse_ he could not.

_Jac. Fos. _ Father, let not these
Our parting hours be lost in listening to
Reproaches, which boot nothing. Is it--is it,
Indeed, our last of meetings?

_Doge_. You behold
These white hairs!

_Jac. Fos. _ And I feel, besides, that mine
Will never be so white.