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,