Be sacredly observed. (To Loredano.) Shall it not be so?
Loredano.
My judgment seconds yours.
(Contarini makes signs apart to Pascali, who goes out hastily.) Enter Memmo.
Memmo (to Doge.)
My liege, a lady, closely veiled, without,
Entreats to see your highness.
Doge.
A lady?
Memmo.