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Why then followed a whole legion of sbirri and police- officers, and who should be at their head but the Florentine stranger. All. Flodoardo? What, Flodoardo? Contarino. Flodoardo. Falieri. What demon could have guided him thither? Parozzi. Hell and furies! Oh, that I had been there. Memmo. There, now, Parozzi, you see at least that Flodoardo is no coward. Falieri. Hush, let us hear the rest.
Was it he who opposed this confounded Abellino to Matteo, and charged him to mar my plans against her? That seems likely; and now, when the Doge inquires who it was that employed assassins to murder his niece, what other will be suspected than Parozzi, the discontented lover, to whom Rosabella refused her hand, and whom Andreas hates past hope of reconciliation?
Manfrone and Lomellino are at supper with the worms. And I have thrown the Doge himself into such a fit of terror that I warrant he will not recover himself easily. Now answer are you content with me, you bloodhounds?" "Next, then, for Flodoardo!" shouted Parozzi. "Flodoardo!" muttered Abellino between his teeth; "hum hum that's not so easy."
Our connection must remain a profound secret, but depend on it, whatever I wish SHE wishes also; and you know she can make half the nobility in Venice dance to the sound of her pipe, let her play what tune she pleases. Parozzi. Contarino, you are our master. Contarino. And you had not the least suspicion how powerful an ally I was labouring to procure for you? Parozzi.
Confound the rascals. Memmo. What, the banditti? Parozzi. Not a trace of them can be found. It is enough to kill one with vexation. Falieri. And in the meanwhile the time runs out, our projects will get wind, and then we shall sit quietly in the State prisons of Venice, objects of derision to the populace and ourselves. I could tear my flesh for anger. Flodoardo, Flodoardo. Falieri.
Things must change, or if they do not, take my word for it, my friends, this world is no longer a world for us. Memmo. Nay, it's a melancholy truth, that during the last half-year my creditors have been ready to beat my door down with knocking. I am awakened out of my sleep in the morning, and lulled to rest again at night with no other music than their eternal clamour. Parozzi. Ha! ha! ha!
Dimly burnt the lights; lowering and tempestuous were the skies without; gloomy and fearful were the souls of the libertines within. What, are you both dreaming? Ho, there, Memmo, Falieri, fill your goblets. Well, to please you . But I care not for wine to-night. Falieri. Nor I. Methinks it tastes like vinegar: yet the wine itself is good: 'tis our ill temper spoils it. Parozzi.
Parozzi, how will this end? Memmo. As I live, the very idea makes me shake as if I had a fever. It's very likely that Abellino should suffer himself to be caught! Contarino. Pray inform me, signors, have any of you ever met this Abellino face to face? Several Noblemen at once. Not I. Never. A Senator. He is a kind of spectre, who only appears now and then, when he is least expected and desired.
Flodoardo does not want talents; I had rather he should live and join our party. He is seldom off his guard Parozzi. Such vagabonds may well be cautious; they must not forget themselves, who have so much to conceal from others. Falieri. Rosabella, as I understand, by no means sees this Florentine with unfavourable eyes. Parozzi.
A murmur of admiration rose from every corner of the saloon, but it rose unmarked by those who were the objects of it. Neither Rosabella nor Flodoardo at that moment formed a wish to be applauded, except by each other. Two evenings had elapsed since the Doge's entertainment. On the second, Parozzi sat in his own apartment, with Memmo and Falieri.
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