Lor.How!—my Giunta!
Bar.Yours!
They speak your language, watch your nod, approve
Your plans, and do your work. Are they not yours?
Lor. You talk unwarily. 'Twere best they hear not
This from you.
Bar.Oh! they'll hear as much one day
From louder tongues than mine; they have gone beyond
Even their exorbitance of power: and when
This happens in the most contemned and abject