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Can anyone accuse me of neglect? CALCAGNO. No. Your daughter is a bright example to her sex. VERRINA. I am old, my friends. On this one daughter all my hopes were placed. Should I lose her, my race becomes extinct. I have lost her. My family is dishonored. SACCO and CALCAGNO. Forbid it, heaven! VERRINA. No. Despair not, daughter! These men are just and brave.
Bow your colors! Hail, Duke of Genoa! Hail! Hail, Duke of Genoa! CALCAGNO. The people and the senate wait to see their gracious sovereign invested in the robes of dignity. Great duke, permit us to follow you in triumph to the senate-house. FIESCO. First allow me to listen to the dictates of my heart.
LEONORA. I tell thee in that one was centred all my affection for the sex. In him I will detest them all. CALCAGNO. Countess, you once bestowed your hand amiss. Would you again make trial, I know one who would deserve it better. LEONORA. The limits of creation cannot bound your falsehoods. I'll hear no more. CALCAGNO. Oh, that you would retract this cruel sentence in my arms! Speak out.
If they thus serve a foreign tyrant, how will they guard the princes of their country? SACCO. Numbers have flocked already to our standard, and all the gates are ours. CALCAGNO. I hear they still are fighting desperately at the citadel. SACCO. Bourgognino is amongst them. Where is Verrina?
That, at least, I should not have discovered had I made all possibilities pass in review before me. My wits are racked to comprehend thy choice, but I must have lost them altogether if thou succeed. CALCAGNO. They say she is a pattern of the strictest virtue. SACCO. They lie. She is the whole volume on that insipid text.
That, by my rogue's honor, shall be done to your heart's content. Now be wide awake, friend Hassan! First to a tavern! My feet have work enough cut out for them. I must coax my stomach to intercede with my legs. My chattering made me almost forget one circumstance. You wished to know what passed between Calcagno and your wife. A refusal, sir that's all. FIESCO alone.
I was obliged to leave a most dear person in anxious apprehension a person who will share with me the glory of this night. CALCAGNO. Shall this murderous villain lie here, and hide his infamy in obscurity? ZENTURIONE. Plant his head upon a halberd. ZIBO. Let his mangled carcass sweep the streets! Look, Genoese! By heavens, this is not the face of Gianettino! No! ye devils!
Catarina Calcagno, who has already been mentioned as a pupil of Paganini, was a native of Genoa, born about 1797, and had a short but brilliant career. She disappeared from before the public in 1816. Madame Krahmer and Mlles. Eleanora Neumann, and M. Schulz all delighted the public in Vienna and Prague.
Thou didst not know that she who loves Fiesco feels even the pang that rends her heart ennobling. Begone! The MOOR and FIESCO. FIESCO. Who was it that just now departed? MOOR. The Marquis Calcagno. FIESCO. This handkerchief was left upon the sofa. My wife has been here. MOOR. I met her this moment in great agitation. Calcagno here? And Leonora agitated?
CALCAGNO. He guards, like Cerberus, the passage between Genoa and the sea an anchovy could scarcely pass him. SACCO. I'll rouse the suburbs CALCAGNO. I'll away to the market-place. Drummers, strike up! MOOR. A troop of THIEVES, with lighted matches. MOOR. Now I'll let you into a secret, my boys; 'twas I that cooked this soup, but the devil a spoonful do they give me. Well, I care not.
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