His anger is well-timed: it gives a color
To my intent, which makes all doubly sure.
This for the marble that so meetly yawns
For secret accusations. Loredano
Must aid my labors, while I reap the fruit. [Exit.
SCENE III.
A Garden—Teresa appears, descending the steps of a balcony.
Teresa.
’Tis sunset, and he is not here; though wont
To anticipate the hour! It matters not.