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ZENTURIONE. Two amongst us have not taken swords. ASSERATO. My brothers cannot bear the sight of blood pray spare them! What! Not a tyrant's blood! Tear them to pieces cowards! Let such bastards be driven from the republic! Cease! Shall Genoa owe its liberty to slaves? Shall our pure gold be debased by this alloy? Guard them with loaded arms. SENTINEL. Who is there? Open the gate!
ZENTURIONE. We stand here like criminals beneath the gallows. VERRINA. The count will come himself. ZENTURIONE. 'Twere well if he came a little faster. My patience begins to fail. How goes it in the harbor? VERRINA. They're all safe on board. BOURGOGNINO. The palace is full of soldiers. VERRINA. 'Tis almost nine. BOURGOGNINO. The count is long in coming.
ZIBO. On nothing. Look at this figure. ZENTURIONE. It is the Florentine Venus. Why point to her? FIESCO. At least she pleases you. ZIBO. Undoubtedly, or we should be but poor Italians. But why this question now? FIESCO. Travel through all the countries of the globe, and among the most beautiful of living female models, seek one which shall unite all the charms of this ideal Venus.
His and Doria's were still wanting ZENTURIONE. Wanting! I gave my vote for Zibo. Doria think of the wound inflicted on my honor Doria Such a thing was never heard of since the sea washed the walls of Genoa. Doria drew a sword, which he had concealed under a scarlet cloak stuck it through my vote called to the assembly ZIBO. "Senators, 'tis good-for-nothing 'tis pierced through.
GIANETTINO. The names of the twelve candidates for death Francis Zenturione. In gratitude for his vote he leads the funeral procession. GIANETTINO. Cornelio Calva. LOMELLINO. Calva. GIANETTINO. Michael Zibo. LOMELLINO. To cool him after his disappointment in the procuratorship. GIANETTINO. Thomas Asserato and his three brothers. And his three brothers Go on. GIANETTINO. Fiesco of Lavagna.
Hear me, Fiesco! I am a warrior, little used to weeping Fiesco these are my first tears throw off this purple! FIESCO. Peace. FIESCO. Rise, and no longer irritate me! I rise then, and will no longer irritate thee. FIESCO. Why do you pull my cloak? It falls If the purple falls the duke must after it. Help, Genoa! Help! Help thy duke! CALCAGNO, SACCO, ZIBO, ZENTURIONE, Conspirators, People. Fiesco!
ZENTURIONE. I think it has begun, and we are acting our parts as fools. ZIBO. I'm not over warm I'll return home. ASSERATO. Arms here, too? ZIBO. Poh! Mere play-house articles. ZENTURIONE. Shall we stand waiting, like ghosts upon the banks of Acheron? Come, let us to a tavern! Back! Back! ZENTURIONE. Death and the devil! We are caught. ZIBO. My sword shall open a passage! ASSERATO. Put it up!
ZENTURIONE. The right wing of the palace is full of lights. ZIBO. Do you hear nothing? ZENTURIONE. A confused murmuring within and ZIBO. The sound of clattering arms ZENTURIONE. Horrible! horrible! ZIBO. A carriage it stops at the gate! Who goes there? The former, four of the ASSERATO family. A friend of FIESCO. ZIBO. They are the four Asserati. ZENTURIONE. Good evening, friends!
A noisy allegro, during which the back scene opens, and discovers a grand illuminated saloon, many masks dancing. At the side, drinking and playing tables, surrounded with company. GIANETTINO, almost intoxicated, LOMELLINO, ZIBO, ZENTURIONE, VERRINA, CALCAGNO, all masked. Several other nobles and ladies. Bravo! Bravo! These wines glide down charmingly. The dancers perform a merveille.
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!
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