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From your distress: were it of public import,You know 1 never sought-, would never seekTo win a word from you; hut feeling nowYour grief is private, it belongs to meTo lighten or divide it. Since the dayWhen foolish Steno ’s ribaldry delectedUnfix’d your quiet, you are greatly changed,And I would soothe you back to what you were.
Doge .
To what I was! — Have you heard Steno 's sen-tence ?
Angiolinci,
No.
Doge .
A month’s arrest.
Angiolina.
Is it not enough?
Doge .
Enough! — Y'es, for a drunken galley slave,Who, stung by stripes, may murmur at hismaster;
But not for a deliberete, false, cool villain.