Contarini.
For shame—to lend an audience
To this wild story, as if solemn truths
Came from her lips! I tell you—she is mad!
Teresa.
Believe him not! nor hear him! if you do,
Not Heaven can rescue you from his black cunning!
‘He’ll defy Heaven.—I am not mad—but dying!
‘My lord—my lord—the dying speak not falsely!’
Doge.