Had he but borne a little, little longer

His Candiote exile, I had hopes—he has quenched them—100

He must return.

Mar.‍To exile?

Doge.‍I have said it.

Mar. And can I not go with him?

Doge.‍You well know

This prayer of yours was twice denied before

By the assembled "Ten," and hardly now

Will be accorded to a third request,