Contarini.
Nay! she is distraught!
Teresa—listen!
Teresa.
No—no—you shall plead
As I have; but ’tis now my turn to scorn! [Exit.
(Contarini retires slowly.)
SCENE IV.
A corridor leading from the prisons.
Enter Foscarini, fettered and guarded—the Doge, and Beltramo.