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You must have been displeased at my long absence. Pardon me. As you wish. And you? BOURGOGNINO. Quite prepared. And you? SACCO. All's right. FIESCO. And Calcagno? BOURGOGNINO. Is not yet arrived. Make fast the gates! Long enough have we borne the insolence of Gianettino Doria, and the usurpation of Andreas. My friends, if we would deliver Genoa, no time is to be lost.
Thou knowest his iron integrity, which ever tends to that one point, his country. His hawk-like eye is now fixed on Fiesco, and he has half-conceived a hope of thee to join the bold conspiracy. CALCAGNO. Oh, he has an excellent nose! Come, let us seek him, and fan the flame of liberty in his breast by our accordant spirit. JULIA, agitated with anger, and FIESCO, in a white mask, following her.
CALCAGNO. And I come to inform you that two-thirds of Genoa have declared for our party, and swear obedience to Fiesco's standard. ZIBO. By me Verrina sends his greeting to you from the admiral's galley, with the dominion of the sea. ZENTURIONE. By me the governor of the city sends his keys and staff of office. CALCAGNO. Let me be the first to welcome the illustrious conquerer within the walls.
Although several violinists endeavoured to copy Paganini's style, or at least to learn as much as possible from hearing and seeing him play, there was only one, excepting Catarina Calcagno, who received direct instruction from him, and on whom his mantle was said, by his admirers, to have fallen. That one was Camillo Sivori, born at Genoa, June 6, 1817.
BOURGOGNINO, a conspirator, a youth of twenty; frank and high-spirited, proud, hasty, and undisguised. CALCAGNO, a conspirator, a worn-out debauchee of thirty; insinuating and enterprising. SACCO, a conspirator, forty-five years of age, with no distinguishing trait of character. LOMELLINO, in the confidence of the pretender, a haggard courtier. ZENTURIONE, | ZIBO, | Malcontents.
LOMELLINO. Have a care! Have a care! That black stone will yet prove fatal to you. GIANETTINO. Scipio Bourgognino. LOMELLINO. He may celebrate elsewhere his wedding GIANETTINO. Ay, where I shall be director of the nuptials. Raphael Sacco. LOMELLINO. I should intercede for his life until he shall have paid my five thousand crowns. GIANETTINO. Vincent Calcagno. LOMELLINO. Calcagno.
LEONORA. My husband. Is he not so? CALCAGNO. What do I hear! LEONORA. 'Tis but a piece of villany common enough among your sex! Lady, I have a heart for weeping virtue. LEONORA. You are a man your heart is not for me. CALCAGNO. For you alone yours only. Would that you knew how much, how truly yours LEONORA. Man, thou art untrue. Thy words would be refuted by thy actions CALCAGNO. I swear to you
CALCAGNO. Verrina, quick! prepare! to-day begins the election week of the republic. Let us early to the Senate House to choose the new senators. But what do I see? A naked sword! Verrina staring wildly! Bertha in tears! CALCAGNO. By heavens, it is so. Sacco! some strange event has happened here. Be seated. SACCO. Your looks, Verrina, fill us with apprehension.
CALCAGNO. I never saw you thus before Bertha is in tears, or your grief would have seemed to presage our country's ruin. VERRINA. Ruin! Pray sit down. CALCAGNO. My friend, I conjure you VERRINA. Listen to me. I have sad misgivings. VERRINA. Genoese! you both know the antiquity of my family. Your ancestors were vassals to my own.
My forefathers fought the battles of the state, their wives were patterns of virtue. Honor was our sole inheritance, descending unspotted from the father to the son. Can any one deny it? SACCO. No. CALCAGNO. No one, by the God of heaven! VERRINA. I am the last of my family. My wife has long been dead. This daughter is all she left me. You are witnesses, my friends, how I have brought her up.
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