Come—come—displease me not. What state is proffered
That you should slight the boon? A princely one!
Why—not a maid in Venice but will gaze
In envy on your pomp, as you flaunt by,
A queen in all but name! Wed Contarini!
The great—the proud! him that would never deign
To bend his glance on beauty, emulous
To court it!
Teresa.
Nay—my father! happiness