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The count's a man of honor. ZIBO. We are sold! betrayed! The comedy was a bait, and we're caught in a trap. ASSERATO. Heaven forbid! And yet I tremble for the event. The former VERRINA, SACCO, and NOBLES. SENTINELS. Who goes there? VERRINA. Friends of the house. ZIBO. These are his confidants. Now all will be explained. 'Tis as I told you; Lascaro is on guard at the St.
ZENTURIONE. Two amongst us have not taken swords. ASSERATO. My brothers cannot bear the sight of blood pray spare them! What! Not a tyrant's blood! Tear them to pieces cowards! Let such bastards be driven from the republic! Cease! Shall Genoa owe its liberty to slaves? Shall our pure gold be debased by this alloy? Guard them with loaded arms. SENTINEL. Who is there? Open the gate!
ZENTURIONE. The right wing of the palace is full of lights. ZIBO. Do you hear nothing? ZENTURIONE. A confused murmuring within and ZIBO. The sound of clattering arms ZENTURIONE. Horrible! horrible! ZIBO. A carriage it stops at the gate! Who goes there? The former, four of the ASSERATO family. A friend of FIESCO. ZIBO. They are the four Asserati. ZENTURIONE. Good evening, friends!
ASSERATO. We are going to the play. ZIBO. A pleasant journey to you! ASSERATO. Are you not going also? ZENTURIONE. Walk on. We'll just take a breath of air first. ASSERATO. 'Twill soon begin. Come. SENTINEL. Back! ASSERATO. What can this mean? To keep you from the palace. ASSERATO. Here's some mistake ZIBO. That's plain enough. ASSERATO. Do you hear the symphony? The comedy is going to begin.
Lomellino is procurator." ZENTURIONE. "Lomellino is procurator." And threw his sword upon the table. ASSERATO. And called out, "'Tis good-for-nothing!" and threw his sword upon the table. On what are you resolved? ZENTURIONE. The republic is wounded to its very heart. On what are we resolved? FIESCO. Zenturione, rushes may yield to a breath, but the oak requires a storm.
Hasten amongst them; mention my name; persuade them to come hither. FIESCO, ZENTURIONE, ZIBO, and ASSERATO, rushing in. ZIBO. Count, impute it to our anger that we enter thus unannounced. ZENTURIONE. I have been mortally affronted by the duke's nephew in the face of the whole senate. ASSERATO. Doria has trampled on the golden book of which each noble Genoese is a leaf.
GIANETTINO. The names of the twelve candidates for death Francis Zenturione. In gratitude for his vote he leads the funeral procession. GIANETTINO. Cornelio Calva. LOMELLINO. Calva. GIANETTINO. Michael Zibo. LOMELLINO. To cool him after his disappointment in the procuratorship. GIANETTINO. Thomas Asserato and his three brothers. And his three brothers Go on. GIANETTINO. Fiesco of Lavagna.
ASSERATO. The rights of the nation are trodden under foot; the liberty of the republic has received a deadly blow. FIESCO. You raise my expectation to the utmost. ZIBO. He was the twenty-ninth among the electing senators, and had drawn forth a golden ball to vote for the procurator. Of the eight-and-twenty votes collected, fourteen were for me, and as many for Lomellino.
ZENTURIONE. I think it has begun, and we are acting our parts as fools. ZIBO. I'm not over warm I'll return home. ASSERATO. Arms here, too? ZIBO. Poh! Mere play-house articles. ZENTURIONE. Shall we stand waiting, like ghosts upon the banks of Acheron? Come, let us to a tavern! Back! Back! ZENTURIONE. Death and the devil! We are caught. ZIBO. My sword shall open a passage! ASSERATO. Put it up!
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