’Tis infamy
To you, if I remain!
Teresa.
You shall not go.
What is a name to me? Stay—I’ll reveal
All—all to Contarini; I will plead
Even at his feet! He’ll hear me, and will save you!
Foscarini.
You know him not; he’d spurn you, and his slaves
Would scoff at you. No—no—I choose my death,