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Updated: September 28, 2025
This hubbub is just to my taste. We'll set about burning and plundering. While they are squabbling for a dukedom we'll make a bonfire in the churches that shall warm the frozen apostles. BOURGOGNINO BERTHA, disguised as a boy. BOURGOGNINO. Rest here, dear youth; thou art in safety. Dost thou bleed? No; not at all.
Does Fiesco tremble to encounter the first efforts of my sword? FIESCO. No, Bourgognino! against a nation's power combined I would boldly venture, but not against you. The fire of your valor is endeared to me by a most lovely object the will deserves a laurel, but the deed would be childish. Childish, Count! women can only weep at injuries. 'Tis for men to revenge them.
Thou art free, Bertha! The tyrant is dead! This sword has passed through his heart. My deliverer! my angel! BOURGOGNINO. Dost thou hear the alarm-bells, and the roll of the drums? Fiesco has conquered, Genoa is free, and thy father's curse annihilated. BERTHA. Oh, heavens! This dreadful uproar, these alarm-bells, then, were for me? BOURGOGNINO. For thee, Bertha! They are our marriage chimes.
That name belongs alone to the father of my betrothed bride. Dost thou know the house of Verrina? BERTHA. I should think so. And knowest thou his lovely daughter? BERTHA. Her name is Bertha. BOURGOGNINO. Go, quickly! Carry her this ring. Say it shall be our wedding-ring; and tell her the blue crest fights bravely. Now farewell! I must hasten yonder. The danger is not yet over. Scipio!
VERRINA. I understand you. Now hear my advice; I have long engaged a painter who has been exerting all his skill to paint the fall of Appius Claudius. Fiesco is an adorer of the arts, and soon warmed by ennobling scenes. We will send this picture to his house, and will be present when he contemplates it. Perhaps the sight may rouse his dormant spirit. Perhaps BOURGOGNINO. No more of him.
BOURGOGNINO. Inhuman father! What is it thou hast done? Why pour forth this horrible and monstrous curse against thy guiltless daughter? VERRINA. Youth, thou say'st true! it is most horrible. Now who among you will stand forth and prate still of patience and delay? My daughter's fate is linked with that of Genoa. I sacrifice the affections of a father to the duties of a citizen.
Rise, then, I'll lead thee where thou mayst gain wounds for Genoa wounds beautiful like these. Heavens! BOURGOGNINO. Art thou frightened, youth? Too early didst thou put on the man. What age hast thou? BERTHA. Fifteen years. BOURGOGNINO. That is unfortunate! For this night's business thou art five years too young. Who is thy father? BERTHA. The truest citizen in Genoa. BOURGOGNINO. Gently, boy!
To furnish the conspirators with a definite grievance Gianettino was made to violate the helpless Bertha, who was then provided with an avenger in the person of the young Bourgognino. Leonora, the wife of Fiesco, is historical. Robertson relates that on the night of the uprising Fiesco went to take leave of his wife, "whom he loved with tender affection."
If the frost of age or sorrow's leaden pressure had chilled the springtide vigor of thy spirits if black congealed blood had closed the avenues of thy heart against the approaches of humanity then would thy mind be attuned to the language of my grief, and thou wouldst look with admiration on my project. BOURGOGNINO. I will hear it, and embrace it as my own.
Our acquaintance is yet green; but my affection for thee is already ripe. Has your esteem for me improved? BOURGOGNINO. 'Tis on the increase. FIESCO. Verrina, it is reported that this brave young man is to be your son-in-law. Receive my warmest approbation of your choice. I have conversed with him but once; and yet I should be proud to call him my relation.
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