Marco Venier

— Stand! Stand! All of you who defiled your sacred marriage beds and declare your sin! Stand up with me! As we stood against our enemies at sea!
— There. You seee, your Grace? There are: no accomplices. He does this to rescue her from your justice.
— Then I stand alone for Venice: and for this woman.
— Arrest the senator. His trial will commence tomorrow.
— Minister. Do you wish to speak? I repeat, do you have something to say to this court?
— I am standing.

— We are a strange city, your holiness. Perhaps accursed.
— But perhaps we live in a peculiar state of grace.

— Your parents, marry your sister off to that piece of decaying flesh.
— That piece of decaying flesh is a cousin of the doge... confidant of the pope. The Roman court adores him.
— The Roman court doesn't have to sleep with him.