Now, at my house. [Exit Marco.] I will no longer pause
But strike the blow, and win a swift revenge! [Exit.
SCENE II.
An apartment in Contarini’s palace.—Enter Teresa.
Teresa.
Let him believe me false! Let him believe
I spurned at truth—if such a thought can heal
The bitter wound I planted in his breast!
But mine—why—let it fester, and grow rank,
And spread, and spread, till its consuming poison