VENICE PRESERVED;
OR,
A PLOT DISCOVERED.
ACT THE FIRST.
SCENE I.—A Public Place.
Enter Priuli and Jaffier.
Priu. No more! I'll hear no more; begone and leave me.
Jaff. Not hear me! by my suffering but you shall!
My lord, my lord! I'm not that abject wretch
You think me: patience! where's the distance throws
Me back so far, but I may boldly speak
In right, though proud oppression will not hear me?