Why, gentlemen, this simple fellow’s love
Touches me much. [To the Citizen, harshly.]
Go! [Exit Citizen, bowing.]
This is the way, my lords,
You can buy popularity nowadays.
Oh, we are nothing if not democratic!
[To the Duchess.]
Well, Madam,
You spread rebellion ’midst our citizens.
Duchess
My Lord, the poor have rights you cannot touch,
The right to pity, and the right to mercy.
Duke
So, so, you argue with me? This is she,
The gentle Duchess for whose hand I yielded
Three of the fairest towns in Italy,
Pisa, and Genoa, and Orvieto.
Duchess
Promised, my Lord, not yielded: in that matter
Brake you your word as ever.
Duke