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Updated: September 28, 2025
Follow me, my son, to where the condition of this world is changed; and God throws off his attributes of mercy there will I speak to thee in agony, and thou shalt hear with despair. BOURGOGNINO. Hear! what? I conjure you, father. VERRINA. Youth! I fear.
A heap of arms on one side of the stage. BOURGOGNINO, leading a band of soldiers. BOURGOGNINO. Halt! Let four sentinels be stationed at the great gate. Two at every door of the palace. If any one attempts to force his way run him through. The sentinels walk up and down. ZENTURIONE entering. Who goes there? ZENTURIONE. A friend of Lavagna. SENTINEL THERE. Back! A pause.
BOURGOGNINO. In this beautiful, glorious night, in which all Genoa celebrates its freedom, as a bond of love this sword, still dyed with the tyrant's blood, shall be my wedding gear this hand, still warm from the heroic deed, the priest shall lay in thine. Fear not my love, and follow me to the church. VERRINA. God bless you, my children! O my father! Never forget how dearly thou hast won her.
The heavy grief that hung upon your brow when first you bade me follow you still seems to labor in your panting breast. Break this dreadful silence! Speak. I will go no further. VERRINA. This is the place. BOURGOGNINO. You could not choose a spot more awful. Father, if the deed you purpose be like the place father my hair will stand on end with horror.
Your Moor, Lavagna, is the rascal! I come from the senate-house. He had an audience of the duke. Soldiers! let me rush upon your halberts! I will not perish by the hangman's hands. What are you about? 'Sdeath, Calcagno! Friends, 'tis a false alarm. Thou, too, Verrina? and thou, Bourgognino? Whither wouldst thou go? BOURGOGNINO. Home to kill my Bertha and then return to fall with thee. Stay! stay!
Never forget that thy marriage dates from the day of Genoa's freedom. How, my father? Will you not accompany us thither? A terrible duty calls me elsewhere; my prayers shall accompany you. BOURGOGNINO. They are proclaiming Fiesco duke. The populace adore him, and with eager acclamations brought him the purple; the nobles looked on with dismay, but dared not refuse their sanction.
Oh, artifice of sin, that masks each devil with an angel's face! Fatal ambition! Everlasting tempter! Won by thy charms, angels abandoned heaven, and death sprung from thy embraces. SCENE I. Midnight. A dreary wilderness. VERRINA and BOURGOGNINO entering. Whither are you leading me, father.
VERRINA. No every rascal in Italy will say it. Are you contented with the leavings of other men's repasts? BOURGOGNINO. Old man, do not make me desperate. CALCAGNO. Bourgognino! he speaks the truth. The truth? Has the girl then mocked me? CALCAGNO. No! no! Bourgognino. The girl is spotless as an angel. By my soul's happiness, I comprehend it not! Spotless, yet dishonored!
Naught is wanting but to throw off the mask, and show Fiesco to the patriots of Genoa. Visitors! Who can be coming to disturb me? FIESCO, VERRINA, ROMANO, with a picture; SACCO, BOURGOGNINO, CALCAGNO. Welcome, my worthy friends! What important business brings you all hither? Are you, too, come, my dear brother, Verrina?
Suspicion cannot come within a hundred steps of us. BOURGOGNINO. Here is no traitor, unless our fear become one. FIESCO. Fear cannot pass my threshold. Welcome he whose mind remains the same as yesterday. Be seated. I care not to sit in cold deliberation when action calls upon me. FIESCO. Genoese, this hour is eventful.
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