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Updated: June 4, 2025
GIANETTINO. Good-evening, sister. It must be something extraordinary which brings the crown-prince of Genoa to his sister! GIANETTINO. Sister, you are continually surrounded by butterflies and I by wasps. How is it possible that we should meet? Let's be seated. JULIA. You almost excite my curiosity. GIANETTINO. When did Fiesco visit you last? JULIA. A strange question.
The people and the senate are alike enraged against Doria; the people and the senate alike approve FIESCO. Hassan! Hassan! I must take advantage of this favorable gale. Hoa! Hassan! Hassan! I must augment their hatred improve my influence. Hassan! Come hither! Whoreson of hell, come hither! FIESCO, MOOR entering hastily. MOOR. My feet are quite on fire with running. What is the matter now?
GIANETTINO. The names of the twelve candidates for death Francis Zenturione. In gratitude for his vote he leads the funeral procession. GIANETTINO. Cornelio Calva. LOMELLINO. Calva. GIANETTINO. Michael Zibo. LOMELLINO. To cool him after his disappointment in the procuratorship. GIANETTINO. Thomas Asserato and his three brothers. And his three brothers Go on. GIANETTINO. Fiesco of Lavagna.
I ask, on what are you resolved? ZIBO. Methinks the question shall be, on what does Genoa resolve? FIESCO. Genoa! Genoa! name it not. 'Tis rotten, and crumbles wherever you touch it. Do you reckon on the nobles? Perhaps because they put on grave faces, look mysterious when state affairs are mentioned talk not of them! Their heroism is stifled among the bales of their Levantine merchandise.
Verrina is lost in thought. BOURGOGNINO. Patience! I have a word to say, which will more quickly rouse him than the trumpet of the last day. Awake! Thy Bertha will despair. VERRINA. Who spoke those words? Genoese, to arms! FIESCO. Think on the means of forwarding our plan. Night has advanced upon our discourse; Genoa is wrapped in sleep; the tyrant sinks exhausted beneath the sins of the day.
Lomellino is procurator." ZENTURIONE. "Lomellino is procurator." And threw his sword upon the table. ASSERATO. And called out, "'Tis good-for-nothing!" and threw his sword upon the table. On what are you resolved? ZENTURIONE. The republic is wounded to its very heart. On what are we resolved? FIESCO. Zenturione, rushes may yield to a breath, but the oak requires a storm.
At the last, when the revolution has succeeded, he puts on the ducal purple and the people are ready to acquiesce in the new regime. But old Verrina is not so tractable. When he cannot prevail upon Fiesco to doff the hateful insignia, he pushes him into the sea and exclaims in disgust: 'I am going to Andrea!
How camest thou by that letter? MOOR. Much in the same way as your grace will come by the republic. An express was sent with it towards Levanto. I smelt out the game; waylaid the fellow in a narrow pass, despatched the fox, and brought the poultry hither FIESCO. His blood be on thy head! As for the letter, 'tis not to be paid with gold. Count of Lavagna! 'twas but the other day I sought your life.
My love is criminal, but 'tis also heroic, and dares o'erleap the boundaries of rank, and soar towards the dazzling sun of majesty. JULIA. A great and courtly falsehood, paraded upon stilts! While his tongue deifies me, his heart beats beneath the picture of another. FIESCO. Rather say it beats indignantly against it, and would shake off the odious burden.
1ST ARTISAN. To have the arms of the republic painted on his coach! 2D ARTISAN. The statue of Andreas placed in the centre of the senate-house! ALL. Dash them to pieces both the statue and the man FIESCO. Citizens of Genoa, why this to me? 1ST ARTISAN. You should not suffer it. You should keep him down. 2D ARTISAN. You are a wise man, and should not suffer it. You should direct us by your counsel.
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