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"I?" exclaimed Parozzi, and hastily turned away to hide the deadly paleness which overspread his countenance; "why should you suppose that any such designs surely, Memmo, you are distracted." Memmo. By my soul, I speak but the plain matter of fact. Nay, only ask Falieri; he can tell you more. Falieri.
That care we will leave to you, Parozzi, and in the meanwhile here's the health of Abellino. All. Abellino! Gonzaga. And success to our enterprise to-morrow. Memmo. I'll drink THAT toast with all my heart. All. Success to to-morrow's enterprise! Parozzi. The wine tastes well, and every face looks gay; pass eight-and-forty hours, and shall we look as gaily?
Here, Falieri, fill the bowl again. Memmo. I can scarcely breathe for terror. Contarino. Very possibly; neither should I, were I Memmo instead of being Contarino. There, look, comrades; you see it's only a cut of not more than two inches deep. Mercy on me! the very sight of it makes my blood run cold. Parozzi brought ointments and linen, and bound up the wound of his associate. Contarino.
So far everything went exactly as we could have wished, and one of my new associates was just setting out to guide me home, when we were surprised by an unexpected visit. Parozzi. Well? Go on, for God's sake! Contarino. A knocking was heard at the door; the girl went to inquire the cause. In an instant she returned pale as a corpse, and "Fly! fly!" cried she. Falieri. What followed? Contarino.
Every soul of them depends as much on that one man's honour and caprices as puppets do who nod or shake their wooden heads just as the fellow behind the curtain thinks proper to move the wires. Parozzi. And yet the populace idolises this Andreas. Memmo. Ay, that is the worst part of the story. Falieri. But never credit me again if he does not experience a reverse of fortune speedily. Contarino.
Parozzi, Memmo, Contarino, Falieri, the chiefs of this desperate undertaking, now assembled frequently in the Cardinal Gonzaga's palace, where different plans for altering the constitution of Venice were brought forward and discussed. But in all different schemes it was evident that the proposer was solely actuated by considerations of private interest.
In a couple of hours I must attend the Cardinal Gonzaga, and what intelligence shall I have to give him? Memmo. Come, come, Contarino cannot have been absent so long without cause; I warrant you he will bring some news with him when he arrives. Falieri. Pshaw, pshaw! My life on't he lies at this moment at Olympia's feet, and forgets us, the Republic, the banditti, and himself. Parozzi.
They talked over the politics of the day, and discussed the various occurrences of Europe. The Cardinal and Contarino were engaged in a conference with the Doge, while Memmo, Parozzi, and Falieri stood silent together, and revolved the project whose execution was to take place at midnight. The weather was dark and tempestuous.
The doors were thrown open. Contarino entered hastily, enveloped in his cloak. "Good evening, sweet gentlemen," said he, and threw his mantle aside. And Memmo, Parozzi, and Falieri started back in horror. "Good God!" they exclaimed, "what has happened? You are covered with blood?" "A trifle!" cried Contarino; "is that wine? quick, give me a goblet of it, I expire with thirst."
The old Lomellino seems to be extremely intimate with this Flodoardo. They say he was well acquainted with his father. Memmo. It was he who presented him to the Doge. Parozzi. Hark! Surely some one knocked at the palace door? Memmo. It can be none but Contarino. Now, then, we shall hear whether he has discovered the banditti. I'll swear to that footstep, it's Contarino.
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