No More Learning

_ Go to, you're a child,
Infirm of feeling as of purpose, blown
About by every breath, shook[48] by a sigh, 330
And melted by a tear--a precious judge
For Venice! and a worthy statesman to
Be partner in my policy.

_Bar. _ He shed
No tears.

_Lor. _ He cried out twice.

_Bar. _ A Saint had done so,
Even with the crown of Glory in his eye,
At such inhuman artifice of pain
As was forced on him; but he did not cry[az]
For pity; not a word nor groan escaped him,
And those two shrieks were not in supplication,
But wrung from pangs, and followed by no prayers. 340

_Lor. _ He muttered many times between his teeth,
But inarticulately. [49]

_Bar. _ That I heard not:
You stood more near him.

_Lor. _ I did so.

_Bar.
_ Methought,
To my surprise too, you were touched with mercy,
And were the first to call out for assistance
When he was failing.

_Lor. _ I believed that swoon
His last.

_Bar. _ And have I not oft heard thee name
His and his father's death your nearest wish?

_Lor. _ If he dies innocent, that is to say,
With his guilt unavowed, he'll be lamented. 350

_Bar. _ What, wouldst thou slay his memory?

_Lor. _ Wouldst thou have
His state descend to his children, as it must,
If he die unattainted?

_Bar. _ War with _them_ too?

_Lor. _ With all their house, till theirs or mine are nothing.

_Bar.