Francesco- son of the Doge/Duke of Venice, and a member of Venice's Council of Ten. Completely fascinated with Western expansion and anything involving the New World. Secretly fears his sister, Filippa, although he puts on a good facade to hide it when she's around. Wants to exile her when his father passes and he becomes the Doge/Duke of Venice.The following is Francesco's soliloquy about the new world and his desire for the unknown that it represents, having been reprimanded for not sleeping during the night and thereby not acting in his position as future Duke.
My heart hath followed sun as it did set.
Expectest thou that I should sleep the night?
Expect I then that thou shouldst sprout a tail
Should I inform the press thou art a cur.
And eyes attached to heart as always are,
When poor man glimpses sight of purse not own'd,
Or beggar, fete, yet lacking bid from hosts,
Thou sayest, "Do not think!" by this, "Don't want."
Allow one dream to kill the other kind?
Tho treason, blaspheme, sacrelige be vile,
What thou suggestest, worst of all the evil
Tripe that spewest forth from tongue or tooth.
(It goes on, but I'll have to finish later).
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