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A jest loses its point when he who makes it is the first to laugh. But you! You looked like a mute at a funeral. Who could have thought that the austere Verrina should in his old age become such a wag! SACCO. Come, Verrina. He never will be ours. FIESCO. Be merry, brother.
I ought to hate thee, faithless man! And yet I fondly grasp the shadow of thy tenderness. Hate! said I? Hate Fiesco? Oh, believe it not! Thy perfidy may bid me die, but cannot bid me hate thee. FIESCO. Leonora! grant me one trifling favor. LEONORA. Everything, Fiesco but indifference. Till Genoa be two days older, inquire not! condemn me not! FIESCO; the MOOR, entering hastily.
Bellermann, who defends through thick and thin the unity and consistency of the original 'Fiesco', thinks that it is from first to last a tragedy of vaulting ambition, not a political play at all, but a character play, and that no other idea ever entered Schiller's mind. The Fugitive in Hiding Ich kann nicht Fuerstendiener sein. 'Don Carlos'.
Your passion meets no longer an indifferent ear, but fires the raging blood where am I? Naught but seducing night is here! Whither has your artful tongue lured my unguarded heart? FIESCO. To this spot where timid love grows bold, and where emotions mingle unrestrained. JULIA. Hold, Fiesco! For Heaven's sake no more!
MOOR. I rejoice to meet your approbation. Try me; you will find in me a man who is a thorough master of his profession. Examine me; I can show my testimonials of villany from every guild of rogues from the lowest to the highest. FIESCO. Indeed! What canst thou tell me of the lowest class? MOOR. Oh, sir, they are petty villains, mere pick-pockets. They are a miserable set.
Brother, I should think that we might mutually exchange our confidence without loss on either side. What sayest thou? Wilt thou be sincere? CALCAGNO. So truly, that thou shalt not need to dive into the recesses of my soul; my heart shall fly half-way to meet thee on my tongue I love the Countess of Fiesco.
All Genoa is roused; the very mercenaries follow his name with transport and shall his wife be fearful? My Brutus clasp within his arms a Roman wife. I'll be his Portia. ARABELLA. My gracious lady, how wildly do you rave. LEONORA. Cold-blooded wretch; canst thou see and hear all this, and yet not rave? The very stones are ready to weep that they have not feet to run and join Fiesco.
This connection aided in determining the subsequent direction of Schiller's talents; and his Fiesco, his Intrigue and Love, his Don Carlos, and his Maria Stuart, followed within a short period of years. None of these are so far free from the faults of the Robbers as to merit a separate notice; for with less power, they are almost equally licentious.
Murder! Murder! Doria is down. Stop the Count Lomellino! Spare but my life, I'll join your party. Is this monster yet alive? Let the coward fly. ZENTURIONE. St. Thomas' gate our own! Gianettino slain! Haste some of you and tell Fiesco. Fiesco! Damnation! Freedom to Genoa, and to my Bertha. Your sword, Zenturione. Take to my bride this bloody weapon her dungeon is thrown open.
That God seeing the rebellion of the Spaniards against his faithful servant, would not permit them to go over to Hispaniola, as had been done by Mendez and Fiesco, but had visited them with all those sufferings and dangers which were manifest to the whole island: And that God was angry with the Indians for being negligent in bringing provisions for our commodities, and had determined to punish them with pestilence and famine; and lest they might not believe his words, had appointed to give them a manifest token of his wrath that very night, that they might plainly know whence their punishment was derived.
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