There's not a man in Venice I can't have.
And there's not a woman in Venice I can't have.
You cannot have me.
There's not a man in Venice I can't have.
And there's not a woman in Venice I can't have.
You cannot have me.
Do you not like my kiss?
I wish it were not a sin to have liked it so.
God made sin that we might know his mercy.
I see my fated stars your eyes, they melt me as the sun does snow. I bought this in Rome - for you.
You didn't buy it for me.
Yes, I did, I just didn't know it.
Such a gift might be easily taken back again.
Then name me any other gift.
The book will do for now.
I think you're perhaps too young to accept what I would truly give you.
I'm not so young as you are vain!
Veronica! Veronica! Veronica, my little poetesse. You’re the brightest star in the Venetian firn’ment - the coldest and yet the brightest. Veronica - my uncle tells me I have the feigned indifference of a man (a pause when Veronica's patron walks out behind her) about to be married. I’m getting married Veronica congratulate me.
Felicitations on your grand match!
Ah - Generously put -
Do you love her?
Do I have to?