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Confound the rascals. Memmo. What, the banditti? Parozzi. Not a trace of them can be found. It is enough to kill one with vexation. Falieri. And in the meanwhile the time runs out, our projects will get wind, and then we shall sit quietly in the State prisons of Venice, objects of derision to the populace and ourselves. I could tear my flesh for anger. Flodoardo, Flodoardo. Falieri.
"I?" exclaimed Parozzi, and hastily turned away to hide the deadly paleness which overspread his countenance; "why should you suppose that any such designs surely, Memmo, you are distracted." Memmo. By my soul, I speak but the plain matter of fact. Nay, only ask Falieri; he can tell you more. Falieri.
Our adversaries must be kept in the dark who are their friends and who their foes, and all but our own party must be left ignorant as to the authors, the origin, and the object of the uproar. Parozzi. Heaven, I am delighted at finding the business at length so near the moment of execution! Falieri. Parozzi, have you distributed the white ribbons by which we are to recognise our partisans?
Salviati, who commands there, is in our interest, and will throw open the gates at the first summons. Falieri. The admiral Adorna, as soon as he hears the alarm-bell, will immediately lead his people to our assistance. Parozzi. Oh, our success is certain. Contarino. Only let us take care to make the confusion as general as possible.
Now learn that while you, with this rare talent of eloquence, have been most unmercifully wearing out the patience of your good-natured hearers, Falieri has been in ACTION. The Cardinal Gonzaga is discontented with the government Heaven knows what Andreas has done to make him so vehemently his enemy but, in short, Gonzaga now belongs to our party. Falieri, are you in your senses?
Old Horace is in the right. A philosopher can be anything he pleases, a cobbler, a king, or a physician. Only observe with what dignified address the philosopher Parozzi spreads that plaster for me. I thank you, friend; that's enough: and now, comrades, place yourselves in a circle round me, and listen to the wonders which I am going to relate. Falieri. Proceed. Contarino.
So far everything went exactly as we could have wished, and one of my new associates was just setting out to guide me home, when we were surprised by an unexpected visit. Parozzi. Well? Go on, for God's sake! Contarino. A knocking was heard at the door; the girl went to inquire the cause. In an instant she returned pale as a corpse, and "Fly! fly!" cried she. Falieri. What followed? Contarino.
Now, then, it is MY turn to speak, for I have not been idle since we parted. In truth, I have as yet CAUGHT nothing, but I have made myself master of an all-powerful net, with which I doubt not to capture the best half of Venice. You all know the Marchioness Olympia? Parozzi. Does not each of us keep a list of the handsomest women in the Republic, and can we have forgotten number one? Falieri.
Marino Falieri was born at Venice about 1278, and was elected doge in 1354. For many years the government of the republic, under an oligarchy, had been arbitrarily dominated by the Council of Ten, an assembly that, after serving a special purpose for which it was created, was declared permanent in 1325 and became a formidable tribunal.
And so neither of you know anything of this Flodoardo? Memmo. No more than of what happened on Rosabella's birthday. Falieri. Well, then, I know one thing more about him; Parozzi is jealous of him. Parozzi. I? Ridiculous, Rosabella may bestow her hand on the German Emperor, or a Venetian gondolier, without its giving me the least anxiety. Falieri. Ha! ha! ha! Memmo.
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