Your name and fame! I’ll blast it!
I’ll blast it! not a tongue in this wide Venice
But shall dwell on, and scoff at your disgrace!
I’ll publish it abroad! I will proclaim
To all—aye all—and none will dream of doubt,
Myself a thing of guilt, that the black stain
May reach through me to you, and all you boast!
It shall cling to you ever—with its deep
And damning blight—and none shall cancel it!
Then I will triumph!