Pietro. "Proud Pietro!"
And then they sigh.
Smarda. So.
Pietro. Then they weep and pine—
"For Pietro"—until I must console them.
Smarda (going to where he poses; contemptuously).
And for all this, O prince of paramours,
[Spurns him.
My lady no doubt has bid you to sail from Venice?
Pietro. Eh?
Smarda. Eh! And she will hear no doubt with love
That you delay the powers of the Senate
Sent in your keeping to her?
Pietro. Slave! ... (alarmed) the papers?
Smarda. With love and with delight? since she awaits them?
With joy? When told your amorous mouthings yonder?