The youth should know naught of his lady’s falsehood.
’Twas vaguely urged, that matters of deep import
Required his presence here; that enemies
Were laboring ’gainst his peace. But, pardon me—
I know not how this artifice may prevent
The nuptials of proud Contarini!
Fiorilla.
Know you
That Foscarini loves the maid, and she
Returns his passion, bitterly detesting