Fiorilla.
Wedded? Aye, I have heard the tale—but sooth,
It dwelt not in my mind. These idle rumors,
You know, my lord, even when they merit credence,
So lightly pass us by—we scarce are wont
To give them heed!
Contarini.
And yet I hoped once, lady,
Fiorilla would not heedlessly have listened
To aught that spoke of me!