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Updated: May 26, 2025
You should have carried on the jest. FIESCO. 'Twill gain us time, and dissipate the first panic. CALCAGNO. The Moor's first word must have been conspiracy; for the old man started back as pale as ashes. Hum! the devil is an artful counsellor. Calcagno the Moor was cunning, he betrayed nothing till the knife was at his throat. Now he is indeed their savior. SENTINELS. Who is without?
In thy arms! CALCAGNO. In my arms, which open themselves to receive a forsaken woman, and to console her for the love she has lost. Love? Yes, I have said it. Love, madam! Life and death hang on your tongue. If my passion be criminal then let the extremes of virtue and vice unite, and heaven and hell be joined together in one perdition. Ha! Hypocrite! Was that the object of thy false compassion?
Have I? Now, madam, have you any other sting to wound me with? My object is gained. LEONORA, CALCAGNO entering. CALCAGNO. Did not the Countess Imperiali depart in anger? You, too, so excited, madam? This is unheard-of cruelty. CALCAGNO. Heaven and earth! Do I behold you in tears? LEONORA. Thou art a friend of my inhuman Away, leave my sight! CALCAGNO. Whom do you call inhuman? You affright me
SACCO. Incomparable brother, receive my thanks! A blush is now superfluous, and I can tell thee openly what just now I was ashamed even to think. I am a beggar if the government be not soon overturned. CALCAGNO. What, are thy debts so great? SACCO. So immense that even one-tenth of them would more than swallow ten times my income.
A noisy allegro, during which the back scene opens, and discovers a grand illuminated saloon, many masks dancing. At the side, drinking and playing tables, surrounded with company. GIANETTINO, almost intoxicated, LOMELLINO, ZIBO, ZENTURIONE, VERRINA, CALCAGNO, all masked. Several other nobles and ladies. Bravo! Bravo! These wines glide down charmingly. The dancers perform a merveille.
SACCO, with a number of followers. CALCAGNO, meeting him with others. CALCAGNO. Andreas has escaped. SACCO. Unwelcome tidings to Fiesco. CALCAGNO. Those Germans fight like furies! They planted themselves around the old man like rocks. I could not even get a glimpse of him. Nine of our men are done for; I myself was slightly wounded. Zounds!
Thy Fiesco is Duke of Genoa and yet the meanest beggar would not exchange his poverty for my greatness and my sufferings. CALCAGNO. She was, indeed, a most excellent lady. ZIBO. This event must be concealed from the people. 'Twould damp the ardor of our party and elevate the enemy with hope. Here me, Genoese!
FIESCO LEONORA appearing at a distance, in the scarlet cloak of GIANETTINO. Do I know that crest and mantle? FIESCO, CALCAGNO, ZENTURIONE, ZIBO: SOLDIERS, with drums and colors. Genoese the die is cast. Here lies the viper of my soul, the abhorred food of my resentment. Lift high your swords! Gianettino is no more!
And with armed hand wrest Fortune's favors from her. This is the voice of honor, and is mine. FIESCO. And mine. Shame on you, Genoese! Fortune has already done too much for us, let something be our own. Therefore open revolt! CALCAGNO. What! To-night! The tyrants are yet too powerful, our force too small. SACCO. To-night! And naught prepared? The day is fast declining.
'Tis also doubtful, because the peoples' hearts are not all with us. To act the second our five good daggers are sufficient. Two days hence high mass will be performed in the Lorenzo Church both the Dorias will be present. In the house of God even a tyrant's cares are lulled to sleep. I have done. Calcagno, your plan is politic, but 'tis detestable. Raphael Sacco, yours?
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