"The likelier prey?
The choicest are ever the devil's morsels." "And you think that she----" "God help her, if she be in his power! This man," the Syndic continued, laying his hand on the other's arm, "has ruined hundreds by his secret arts, by his foul practices, by his sorceries.

He has made Venice too hot for him.

In Padua they will have him no more.

Genoa has driven him forth.

If you doubt this character of him there is an easy proof; for it is whispered, nay, it is almost certain, in what his power lies.