"But I will not marry Marietta against her will.

I have always told her so.

She shall see her future husband before she is betrothed, and persuade herself with her own eyes that she is not being deceived into marrying a hunchback." "But supposing that after all the lord Jacopo should not be to her taste," suggested Zorzi, "would you break off the match ?" "Break off the match ?" cried Beroviero indignantly.

"Never! Not to her taste?
The handsomest man in Venice, with a great name and a fortune to come?
It would not be my fault if the girl went mad and refused! I would make her like him if she dared to hesitate a moment!" "Even against her will ?" "She has no will in the matter," retorted Beroviero angrily.
"But you have always told her that you would not marry her against her will--" "Do not anger me, Zorzi! Do not try your specious logic with me! Invent no absurd arguments, man! Against her will, indeed?
How should she know any will but mine in the matter?
I shall certainly not marry her against her will! She shall will what I please, neither more nor less." "If that is your point of view," said Zorzi, "there is no room for argument." "Of course not.

Any reasonable person would laugh at the idea that a girl in her senses should not be glad to marry Jacopo Contarini, especially after having seen him.