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The cardinal smiled, and with a stolen glance at the small box that contained the portrait of this beautiful nun, he said: "Spare some of the walks in the alleys from your sea of light, and leave them in partial obscurity. A little duskiness is sometimes necessary for joy and happiness! But how is it with your carte du diner? What has Signor Gianettino to offer us?
He had seen the cook of the Spanish ambassador, the Duke of Grimaldi, among those collected there, and as this cook was one of his bitterest enemies and opponents, Signor Gianettino resolved to watch him, and, if possible, to play him a trick. He therefore cautiously mingled with the crowd, and made a sign to his followers to keep at a distance from him.
Can this be done more certainly amid the thunders of a throne, where the wheels of government creak incessantly upon the tortured ear, than on the heaving bosom of an enamored woman? Let Gianettino rule over Genoa; Fiesco shall devote himself to love. GIANETTINO. Away, Lomellino! It is near midnight. The time draws near Lavagna, we thank thee for thy entertainment I have been satisfied.
On the night of January 2, 1547, the conspirators made their attack upon the city. Gianettino Doria was killed, but the aged Andrea made his escape. The success of Fiesco appeared to be complete, but as he was going on board a galley the gang-plank turned, he fell into the sea and his heavy armor bore him down. Without a leader the conspiracy instantly collapsed.
Ere two days are past twelve senators must fall. Doria becomes sovereign, and the Emperor Charles protects him. Thou seemest astonished LOMELLINO. Twelve senators! My heart is too narrow to comprehend a twelvefold murder. GIANETTINO. Fool that thou art! The throne will absolve the deed.
MOOR. Think me a rascal, sir, but not a fool. FIESCO. What, is the scoundrel proud? Speak, sirrah! Who hired thee? Shall I alone be called a fool? Who hired me? 'Twas but a hundred miserable sequins. Who hired me, did you ask? Prince Gianettino. A hundred sequins? And is that all the value set upon Fiesco's head? Shame on thee, Prince of Genoa! Tell thy master he is a niggardly assassin.
Signor Gianettino returned his thanks with a pleasant, thoughtful smile, and with a majestic step repaired to his boudoir, where he was seen for a long time, walking back and forth in deep thought and with a wrinkled brow.
To furnish the conspirators with a definite grievance Gianettino was made to violate the helpless Bertha, who was then provided with an avenger in the person of the young Bourgognino. Leonora, the wife of Fiesco, is historical. Robertson relates that on the night of the uprising Fiesco went to take leave of his wife, "whom he loved with tender affection."
BOURGOGNINO. Give me these papers, and I will ride with them through Genoa, holding them up to view. The very stones will rise in mutiny, and even the dogs will howl against the tyrant. ALL. Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! This very night! FIESCO. Now you have reached the point. At sunset I will invite hither the principal malcontents those that stand upon the bloody list of Gianettino!
He may indeed, unenvied, bear the ducal dignity; but Gianettino is his nephew his heir and Gianettino has a proud and wicked heart. ARABELLA. Alas, my wretched mistress! LEONORA. Go now, and see this demi-god of the Genoese amid the shameless circles of debauchery and lust! hear the vile jests and wanton ribaldry with which he entertains his base companions! That is Fiesco!
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