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We must bring these major-domos to despair, and with a gnashing of teeth they shall acknowledge that in all things I am their master. You, however, must aid me in this great work; in your hands, Signor Gianettino, lies a considerable part of my triumph and my laurels.
GIANETTINO. It does not signify would that Spinola were but here. Fiesco will be found dead in his bed. I have taken measures for it. LOMELLINO. But it will cause great consternation. GIANETTINO. In that lies our security. Common crimes but move the blood and stir it to revenge: atrocious deeds freeze it with terror, and annihilate the faculties of man.
GIANETTINO. No wonder. These eternal messages. FIESCO. The play awaits us, too, signora. May I offer you my hand? JULIA. Stay, let me take my cloak. 'Tis no tragedy I hope, count? It would haunt me in my dreams. 'Twill excite immoderate laughter. SCENE I. Night. The court of FIESCO'S palace. The lamps lighted. Persons carrying in arms. A wing of the palace illuminated.
The twelfth I write at my own risk, unless our mortal enemy be overlooked. GIANETTINO. The end crowns all Joseph Verrina. LOMELLINO. He is the very head of the viper that threatens us. 'Tis done. Two days hence will be the ducal election. When the senate shall be assembled for that purpose these twelve shall, on the signal of a handkerchief, be suddenly laid low.
The cooks and servants of the diplomatists and cardinals were seen running hither and thither in busy haste, everywhere selecting the best, everywhere buying and cheapening. But in one place in the market there was to-day an especial liveliness and activity among the crowd, and to that spot Signor Gianettino bent his steps.
GIANETTINO. I say, the white mask MOOR. Well well well GIANETTINO. Dost thou mark me? Thou canst only fail here! MOOR. Give yourself no concern. GIANETTINO. And be sure to strike home MOOR. He shall have enough. That the poor count may not have long to suffer. MOOR. With your leave, sir, a word at what weight do you estimate his head? GIANETTINO. What weight? A hundred sequins Poh!
If the emperor come speedily he may perhaps be present at your funeral feast. 'Tis fortunate that he is here already. Art thou surprised at this? And didst thou think me mad enough to brave the fury of enraged republicans had I not known they were betrayed and sold? I know not what to think! GIANETTINO. But I have thought of something which thou couldst not know. My plan is formed.
FIESCO LEONORA appearing at a distance, in the scarlet cloak of GIANETTINO. Do I know that crest and mantle? FIESCO, CALCAGNO, ZENTURIONE, ZIBO: SOLDIERS, with drums and colors. Genoese the die is cast. Here lies the viper of my soul, the abhorred food of my resentment. Lift high your swords! Gianettino is no more!
LEONORA. His heart he is ready to fling at every wench, whilst I sigh in vain for a look! Oh woman! woman! SCENE XII. The Palace of ANDREAS. GIANETTINO and LOMELLINO enter hastily. GIANETTINO. Let them roar for their liberty as a lioness for her young. I am resolved. LOMELLINO. But most gracious prince! GIANETTINO. Away to hell with thy buts, thou three-hours procurator!
Thus we wonder how a mere brute like Gianettino can have become such a power in the state right under the eyes of the wise and good Andrea, who is subject to no illusions with regard to him. No objection can be made to Fiesco's mask of gayety and cynicism in the first two acts, for that is historical.
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