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They would govern kingdoms, and cannot keep a secret from a harlot. By these papers I learn that Doria and his party have formed a plot to murder me, with eleven senators, and to place Gianettino on the throne. MOOR. Even so and that upon the morning of the ducal election, the third of this month. The night of our enterprise shall smother that morning in its very birth. Speed thee, Hassan.
"The purchaser, then, has given you earnest money?" "No, not even that. I have yet received nothing upon it." "And you can pretend that you have sold this fish," cried Gianettino, "and that, too, for the ridiculously small sum of twenty ducats! Ah, you are a joker, my good man; you wish to excite in me a desire for this rare specimen, and therefore you say it is sold.
Accursed be every human trace that is welcome to your misery! Go down into the deepest dungeon of my house! Moan! Howl! Drag out the time with your woe. Let your life be the slimy writhing of the dying worm, the obstinate, crushing struggle between being and not-being. And this curse shall rest upon you until Gianettino has gasped out his last breath.
That was indeed a very desirable object, but twenty ducats was still an enormous price, and was not at all reconcilable with the recommended economy. At any rate he dared not buy the fish without first consulting the major-domo of the duke. "You will not, then, sell this fish for twelve ducats?" asked Don Bempo, just as Gianettino had unnoticedly approached.
There is but one expedient. Laura! Count, you remember an unpleasant circumstance 'Tis my wish, prince, we should both forget it. The actions of men are regulated by their knowledge of each other. It is my fault that you knew me so imperfectly. GIANETTINO. I shall never think of it without craving your pardon from my inmost soul FIESCO. Nor I without forgiving you from my heart's core.
Horrible suspense! Fearful and hopeless as that of one buried alive beneath the sod of the churchyard. And for what dost thou sit, poor deceived one? An inviolable oath immures thee in this dungeon. Gianettino Doria must fall, and Genoa be free, or Bertha left to pine away her miserable existence, such was my father's oath.
That was what Don Bempo was now considering, and what made him waver in his first determination not to buy the fish. There was only this one gigantic fish in the market; and, if he bought it, Signor Gianettino, his enemy, of course, could not possess it; the triumph of the day would then inure to the Spanish embassy, and Don Bempo would come off conqueror.
ZIBO. So they say. They say so only! Who say? Declare, upon your honor, has he escaped? If I may trust my eyes against the assertion of a nobleman, then Gianettino lives. Zibo, your eyes may cost your head ZIBO. 'Tis but eight minutes since I saw him in the crowd dressed in his scarlet cloak and yellow plume. Heaven and hell! Zibo! Bourgognino shall answer for it with his head.
Its state is such as once was Rome's, when, like a tennis-ball, she leaped into the racket of young Octavius. Genoa can be free no longer; Genoa must be fostered by a monarch; therefore do homage to the mad-brained Gianettino. Yes, when the contending elements are reconciled, and when the north pole meets the south. Come, friends. FIESCO. Stay! stay! Upon what project are you brooding, Zibo?
GIANETTINO. Count, I just now recollect that you are going to cruise against the Turks FIESCO. This evening we weigh anchor. On that account I had some apprehensions from which my friend Doria's kindness may deliver me. Most willingly. Command my utmost influence! FIESCO. The circumstance might cause a concourse toward the harbor, and about my palace, which the duke your uncle might misinterpret.
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