SCENE I.

Night.  The court of Fiesco’s palace.  The lamps lighted.  Persons carrying in arms.  A wing of the palace illuminated.  A heap of arms on one side of the stage.

   Bourgognino, leading a band of soldiers.

Bourgognino.  Halt!  Let four sentinels be stationed at the great gate.  Two at every door of the palace. (The sentinels take their posts.) Let every one that chooses enter, but none depart.  If any one attempts to force his way run him through. (Goes with the rest into the palace.  The sentinels walk up and down.  A pause.)

SCENE II.

   Zenturione entering.

Sentinels at the gate (call out).  Who goes there?

Zenturione.  A friend of Lavagna. (Goes across the court to the palace on the right.)

Sentinel there.  Back! (Zenturione starts, and goes to the door on the left.)

Sentinel on the left.  Back!

Zenturione (stands still with surprise.  A pause.  Then to the sentinel on the left).  Friend, which is the way to the theatre?

Sentinel.  Don’t know.

Zenturione (walks up and down with increasing surprise-then to the
sentinel on the right).  Friend, when does the play begin?

Sentinel.  Don’t know.

Zenturione (astonished, walks up and down.  Perceives the weapons; alarmed).  Friend, what mean these?

Sentinel.  Don’t know.

Zenturione (wraps himself up in his cloak, alarmed).  Strange!

Sentinels at the gate (calling out).  Who goes there?

SCENE III.

   The former, Zibo entering.

Zibo.  A friend of Lavagna.

Zenturione.  Zibo, where are we?

Zibo.  What mean you?

Zenturione.  Look around you, Zibo.

Zibo.  Where?  What?

Zenturione.  All the doors are guarded!

Zibo.  Here are arms-

Zenturione.  No one that will answer-

Zibo.  ’Tis strange!

Zenturione.  What is it o’clock?

Zibo.  Past eight.

Zenturione.  How bitter cold it is!

Zibo.  Eight was the hour appointed.

Zenturione (shaking his head).  ’Tis not all as it should be here.

Zibo.  Fiesco means to jest with us-

Zenturione.  To-morrow will be the ducal election.  Zibo, all’s not right here, depend upon it.

Zibo.  Hush! hush!

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!

Sentinels at the gate (calling out).  Who goes there?

SCENE IV.

   The former, four of the Asserato family.

Asserato (entering).  A friend of Fiesco.

Zibo.  They are the four Asserati.

Zenturione.  Good evening, friends!

Asserato.  We are going to the play.

Zibo.  A pleasant journey to you!

Asserato.  Are you not going also?

Zenturione.  Walk on.  We’ll just take a breath of air first.

Asserato.  ’Twill soon begin.  Come. (Going.)

Sentinel.  Back!

Asserato.  What can this mean?

Zenturione (laughing).  To keep you from the palace.

Asserato.  Here’s some mistake-

Zibo.  That’s plain enough. (Music is heard in the right wing.)

Asserato.  Do you hear the symphony?  The comedy is going to begin.

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! (All six go towards the gate.)

Sentinels (calling loudly).  Back!  Back!

Zenturione.  Death and the devil!  We are caught.

Zibo.  My sword shall open a passage!

Asserato.  Put it up!  The count’s a man of honor.

Zibo.  We are sold! betrayed!  The comedy was a bait, and we’re caught in a trap.

Asserato.  Heaven forbid!  And yet I tremble for the event.

SCENE V.

   The former-verrina, Sacco, and nobles.

Sentinels.  Who goes there?

Verrina.  Friends of the house. (Seven nobles enter with him.)

Zibo.  These are his confidants.  Now all will be explained.

Sacco (in conversation with verrina).  ’Tis as I told you; Lascaro is on guard at the St. Thomas’ gate, the best officer of Doria, and blindly devoted to him.

Verrina.  I’m glad of it.

Zibo (to verrina).  Verrina, you come opportunely to clear up the mystery.

Verrina.  How so?  What mean you?

Zenturione.  We are invited to a comedy.

Verrina.  Then we are going the same way.

Zenturione (impatiently).  Yes-the way of all flesh.  You see-the doors are guarded.  Why guard the doors?

Zibo.  Why these sentinels?

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. (All the nobles walk up and down in the background.)

Bourgognino (coming out of the palace, to verrina).  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.

Verrina.  And yet too quick to gain his wishes.  Bourgognino!  There is a thought that freezes me.

Bourgognino.  Father, be not too hasty.

Verrina.  It is impossible to be too hasty where delay is fatal.  I must commit a second murder to justify the first.

Bourgognino.  But-when must Fiesco fall?

Verrina.  When Genoa is free Fiesco dies!

Sentinels.  Who goes there?

SCENE VI.

   The former, Fiesco.

Fiesco.  A friend! (The nobles bow-the sentinels present their arms.) Welcome, my worthy guests!  You must have been displeased at my long absence.  Pardon me. (In a low voice to verrina.) Ready?

Verrina (in the same manner).  As you wish.

Fiesco (to Bourgognino).  And you?

Bourgognino.  Quite prepared.

Fiesco (to Sacco).  And you?

Sacco.  All’s right.

Fiesco.  And Calcagno?

Bourgognino.  Is not yet arrived.

Fiesco (aloud to the sentinels).  Make fast the gates! (He takes off his hat, and steps forward with dignity towards the assembly.) My friends-I have invited you hither to a play-not as spectators, but to allot to each a part therein.

Long enough have we borne the insolence of Gianettino Doria, and the usurpation of Andreas.  My friends, if we would deliver Genoa, no time is to be lost.  For what purpose, think you, are those twenty galleys which beset our harbor?  For what purpose the alliances which the Dorias have of late concluded?  For what purpose the foreign forces which they have collected even in the heart of Genoa?  Murmurs and exécrations avail no longer.  To save all we must dare all.  A desperate disease requires a desperate remedy.  Is there one base enough in this assembly to own an equal for his master? (Murmurs.) Here is not one whose ancestors did not watch around the cradle of infant Genoa.  What!-in Heaven’s name!- what, I ask you, have these two citizens to boast of that they could urge their daring flight so far above our head? (Increasing murmurs.) Every one of you is loudly called upon to fight for the cause of Genoa against its tyrants.  No one can surrender a hair’s-breadth of his rights without betraying the soul of the whole state. (Interrupted by violent commotions he proceeds.)

You feel your wrongs-then everything is gained.  I have already paved your way to glory-Genoese, will you follow?  I am prepared to lead you.  Those signs of war which you just now beheld with horror should awaken your heroism.  Your anxious shuddering must warm into a glorious zeal that you may unite your efforts with this patriotic band to overthrow the tyrant.  Success will crown the enterprise, for all our preparations are well arranged.  The cause is just, for Genoa suffers.  The attempt will render us immortal, for it is vast and glorious-

Zenturione (vehemently, and agitated).  Enough!  Genoa shall be free!  Be this our shout of onset against hell itself!

Zibo.  And may he who is not roused by it pant at the slavish oar till the last trumpet break his chains-

Fiesco.  Spoken like men.  Now you deserve to know the danger that hung over yourselves and Genoa. (Gives them the papers of the Moor.) Lights, soldiers! (The nobles crowd about the lights, and read-Fiesco aside to verrina.) Friend, it went as I could wish.

Verrina.  Be not too certain.  Upon the left I saw countenances that grew pale, and knees that tottered.

Zenturione (enraged).  Twelve senators!  Infernal villany!  Seize each a sword! (All, except two, eagerly take up the weapons that lie in readiness.)

Zibo.  Thy name, too, Bourgognino, is written there.

Bourgognino.  Ay, and if Heaven permit, it shall be written to-day upon the throat of Gianettino.

Zenturione.  Two swords remain-

Zibo.  Ah!  What sayest thou?

Zenturione.  Two amongst us have not taken swords.

Asserato.  My brothers cannot bear the sight of blood-pray spare them!

Zenturione (vehemently).  What!  Not a tyrant’s blood!  Tear them to pieces-cowards!  Let such bastards be driven from the republic! (Some of the assembly attack the two Asserati.)

Fiesco (restraining them).  Cease!  Shall Genoa owe its liberty to slaves?  Shall our pure gold be debased by this alloy? (He disengages them.) Gentlemen, you must be content to take up your abode within my palace until our business be decided. (To the sentinels.) These are your prisoners; you answer for their safety!  Guard them with loaded arms. (They are led off-a knocking heard at the gate.)

Sentinel.  Who is there?

Calcagno (without, eagerly).  Open the gate!  A friend! for God’s sake, open!

Bourgognino.  It is Calcagno-heavens!  What can this mean?

Fiesco.  Open the gate, soldiers.

SCENE VII.

   The former-Calcagno, out of breath.

Calcagno.  All is lost! all is lost!  Fly, every one that can!

Bourgognino.  What’s lost?  Have they flesh of brass?  Are our swords made of rushes?

Fiesco.  Consider, Calcagno!  An error now is fatal.

Calcagno.  We are betrayed!  Your Moor, Lavagna, is the rascal!  I come from the senate-house.  He had an audience of the duke.

Verrina (with a resolute tone, to the sentinels).  Soldiers! let me rush upon your halberts!  I will not perish by the hangman’s hands. (The assembly show marks of confusion.)

Fiesco (with firmness).  What are you about?  ’Sdeath, Calcagno!  Friends, ’tis a false alarm. (To Calcagno, aside.) Woman that thou art to tell these boys this tale.  Thou, too, Verrina? and thou, Bourgognino?  Whither wouldst thou go?

Bourgognino.  Home-to kill my Bertha-and then return to fall with thee.

Fiesco (bursting into a loud laugh).  Stay! stay!  Is this the valor that should punish tyrants?  Well didst thou play thy part, Calcagno.  Did none of you perceive that this alarm was my contrivance?  Speak, Calcagno?  Was it not my order that you should put these Romans to this trial?

Verrina.  Well, if you can laugh I’ll believe you-or never more think you man.

Fiesco.  Shame on you, men! to fail in such a boyish trial!  Resume your arms-you must fight like lions to atone for this disgrace. (Aside to Calcagno.) Were you there yourself?

Calcagno (low).  I made my way among the guards to hear, as was my business, the watchword from the duke.  As I was returning the Moor was brought-

Fiesco (aloud).  So the old man is gone to bed-we’ll drum him out of his feathers. (Low.) Did he talk long with the duke?

Calcagno (low).  My sudden fright and your impending danger drove me away in haste-

Fiesco (aloud).  See how our countrymen still tremble.

Calcagno (aloud).  You should have carried on the jest. (Low.) For
God’s sake, friend, what will this artifice avail us?

Fiesco.  ’Twill gain us time, and dissipate the first panic. (Aloud.) Ho! bring wine here! (Low.) Did the duke turn pale? (Aloud.) Well, brothers, let us drink success to this night’s entertainment. (Low.) Did the duke turn pale?

Calcagno.  The Moor’s first word must have been conspiracy; for the old man started back as pale as ashes.

Fiesco (confused).  Hum! the devil is an artful counsellor.  Calcagno- the Moor was cunning, he betrayed nothing till the knife was at his throat.  Now he is indeed their savior. (Wine is brought, he drinks to the assembly.) Comrades, success! (A knocking is heard.)

Sentinels.  Who is without?

A voice.  The guard of the duke’s. (The nobles rush about the court in despair.)

Fiesco (stepping forward).  Oh, my friends!  Be not alarmed!  I am here- quick, remove these arms-be men.  I entreat you-this visit makes me hope that Andreas still doubts our plot.  Retire into the palace:  recall your spirits.  Soldiers, throw open the gate! (They retire, the gates are opened.)

SCENE VIII.

   Fiesco (as if coming from the palace).  Three German soldiers
   bringing the Moor, bound.

Fiesco.  Who calls me?

Germans.  Bring us to the count!

Fiesco.  The count is here, who wants me?

German (presenting his arms).  Greeting from the duke!-he delivers up to your grace this Moor in chains, who had basely slandered you:  the rest this note will tell.

Fiesco (takes it with an air of indifference).  Have I not threatened thee already with the galleys? (To the German.) Very well, my friend, my respects to the duke.

Moor (hallooing after them).  Mine, too-and tell the duke had he not employed an ass for his messenger he would have learned that two thousand soldiers are concealed within these palace walls.

Exeunt Germans, the nobles return.

SCENE IX.

Fiesco, the conspirators, Moor (looking at them unconcerned.)

The conspirators (shuddering at the sight of the Moor).  Ha! what means this?

Fiesco (after reading the note with suppressed anger).  Genoese, the danger is past-but the conspiracy is likewise at an end-

Verrina (astonished).  What!  Are the Dorias dead?

Fiesco (violently agitated).  By heavens!  I was prepared to encounter the whole force of the republic, but not this blow.  This old nerveless man, with his pen, annihilates three thousand soldiers (his hands sink down).  Doria overcomes Fiesco!

Bourgognino.  Speak, count, we are amazed!

Fiesco (reading).  “Lavagna, your fate resembles mine; benevolence is rewarded with ingratitude.  The Moor informs me of a plot:  I send him back to you in chains, and shall sleep to-night without a guard.” (He drops the paper-the rest look at each other.)

Verrina.  Well, Fiesco?

Fiesco (with dignity).  Shall Doria surpass me in magnanimity?  Shall the race of Fiesco want this one virtue?  No, by my honor-disperse-I’ll go and own the whole-

Verrina (stopping him).  Art thou mad?  Was, then, our enterprise some thievish act of villany?  Was it not our country’s cause?  Was Andreas the object of thy hatred, and not the tyrant?  Stay!  I arrest thee as a traitor to thy country.

Conspirators.  Bind him! throw him down!

Fiesco (snatching up his sword, and making way through them).  Gently!  Who will be the first to throw the cord around the tiger?  See, Genoese, -I stand here at liberty, and might force my way with ease, had I the will-but I will stay-I have other thoughts-

Bourgognino.  Are they thoughts of duty?

Fiesco (haughtily).  Ha! boy! learn first to know thy own-and towards me restrain that tongue!  Be appeased, Genoese,-our plans remain unaltered.  (To the Moor, whose cords he cuts with a sword).  Thou hast the merit of causing a noble act-fly!

Calcagno (enraged).  What?  Shall that scoundrel live,-he who has betrayed us all?

Fiesco.  Live-though he has frightened you all.  Rascal, begone!  See that thou turn thy back quickly on Genoa; lest some one immolate thee to the manes of his courage.

Moor.  So, then, the devil does not forsake his friends.  Your servant, gentlemen!  I see that Italy does not produce my halter; I must seek it elsewhere.

Exit, laughing.

SCENE X.

Fiesco, conspirators.  Enter servant.

Servant.  The Countess Imperiali has already asked three times for your grace.

Fiesco.  Ha! then the comedy must indeed begin!  Tell her I come directly.  Desire my wife to hasten to the concert-room, and there remain concealed behind the tapestry. (Exit servant.) In these papers your several stations are appointed:  let each but act his part, the plan is perfect.  Verrina will lead the forces to the harbor, and when the ships are seized will fire a shot as a signal for the general attack.  I now leave you upon important business; when you hear the bell come all together to my concert-room.  Meanwhile enjoy my Cyprian wine within.  (They depart into the palace.)

SCENE XI.

   Leonora, Arabella, and Rosa.

Leonora.  Fiesco promised to meet me here, and comes not.  ’Tis past eleven.  The sound of arms and men rings frightfully through the palace, and no Fiesco comes.

Rosa.  You are to conceal yourself behind the tapestry-what can the count intend?

Leonora.  He directs and I obey.  Why should I fear?  And yet I tremble, Arabella, and my heart beats fearfully with apprehension.  For heaven’s sake, damsels, do not leave me.

Arabella.  Fear nothing; our timidity subdues our curiosity.

Leonora.  Where’er I turn my eyes strange shapes appear with hollow and distracted countenances.  Whomsoever I address trembles like a criminal, and withdraws into the thickest gloom of night, that fearful refuge of a guilty conscience.  Whate’er they answer falls from the trembling tongue in doubtful accents.  Oh, Fiesco! what horrid business dost thou meditate?  Ye heavenly powers! watch over my Fiesco!

Rosa (alarmed).  Oh, heavens! what noise is that without?

Arabella.  It is the soldier who stands there as sentinel. (The sentinel without calls, “Who goes there?”)

Leonora.  Some one approaches.  Quick! behind the curtain. (They conceal themselves.)

SCENE XII.

   Julia and Fiesco, in conversation.

Julia (much agitated).  Forbear, count!  Your passion meets no longer an indifferent ear, but fires the raging blood-where am I?  Naught but seducing night is here!  Whither has your artful tongue lured my unguarded heart?

Fiesco.  To this spot where timid love grows bold, and where emotions mingle unrestrained.

Julia.  Hold, Fiesco!  For Heaven’s sake no more!  ’Tis the thick veil of night alone which covers the burning blushes on my cheeks, else wouldst thou pity me.

Fiesco.  Rather, Julia, thy blushes would inflame my passions, and urge them to their utmost height. (Kisses her hand eagerly.)

Julia.  Thy countenance is glowing as thy words!  Ah! and my own, too, burns with guilty fire.  Hence, I entreat thee, hence-let us seek the light!  The tempting darkness might lead astray the excited senses, and in the absence of the modest day might stir them to rebellion.  Haste, I conjure thee, leave this solitude!

Fiesco (more pressing).  Why so alarmed, my love?  Shall the mistress fear her slave?

Julia.  O man, eternal paradox! then are you truly conquerors, when you bow as captives before our self-conceit.  Shall I confess, Fiesco?  It was my vice alone that could protect my virtue-my pride alone defied your artifices-thus far, my principles prevailed, and all your arts were foiled-but in despair of every other suit you made appeal to Julia’s passion-and here my principles deserted me-

Fiesco (with levity).  And what loss was that?

Julia (with emotion).  If I betray the safeguards of my honor, that thou mayest cover me with shame at will, what have I less to lose than all?  Wouldst thou know more, scoffer?  Shall I confess that the whole secret wisdom of our sex is but a sorry precaution for the defence of this weak fortress, which in the end is the sole object of assault by all your vows and protestations, and which (I blush to own it) is so willingly surrendered-so often betrayed to the enemy upon the first wavering of virtue?  That woman’s whole art is enlisted in fortifying a defenceless position, just as in chess the pieces move and form a breastwork round the defenceless king?-surprise the latter-check-mate! and the whole board is thrown into confusion. (After a pause-with earnestness), behold the picture of our boasting weakness.  Be generous, Fiesco!

Fiesco.  And yet, my Julia-where could’st thou bestow this treasure better than on my endless passion?

Julia.  Certainly, nowhere better, and nowhere worse?  Tell me, Fiesco, how long will this endless passion endure?  But, alas!  I’ve risked too much already now to hesitate at staking my last.  I trusted boldly to my charms to captivate thee-to preserve thy love, I fear they’ll prove too weak.  Fie upon me!-what am I uttering? (Hides her face with her hands.)

Fiesco.  Two sins in one breath.  Mistrust in my taste, and treason against the sovereignty of your charms?  Which of the two is the most difficult to forgive?

Julia (in a tremulous, imploring tone).  Falsehood is the armory of hell!  Fiesco needs not this to gain his Julia. (She sinks exhausted on a sofa:  after a pause-energetically.) Hear, Fiesco!  One word more.  When we know our virtue to be in safety, we are heroines; in its defence, no more than children; (fixing her eyes on him wildly)-furies, when we avenge it.  Hear me!  Should’st thou strike me to the heart with coldness?

Fiesco (assuming an angry tone).  Coldness? coldness?  Heavens!  What does the insatiable vanity of woman look for, if she even doubt the man who lies prostrate at her feet?  Ha! my spirit is awakened; my eyes at length are opened. (With an air of coldness.) What was this mighty sacrifice?  Man dearly purchases a woman’s highest favors by the slightest degradation! (Bowing ceremoniously.) Take courage, madam! you are safe.

Julia (with astonishment).  Count! what sudden change is this?

Fiesco (with great indifference).  True, madam!  You judge most rightly; we both have risked our honor. (Bowing ceremoniously.) I will await the pleasure of your company among my guests. (Going.)

Julia (stops him).  Stay! art thou mad?  Must I, then, declare a passion which the whole race of men, upon their knees, should not extort from my inflexible pride?  Alas! in vain the darkness strives to hide the blushes which betray my guilt.  Fiesco-I wound the pride of all my sex-my sex will all detest me-Fiesco-I adore thee-(falls at his feet).

Fiesco (steps back without raising her, laughing with exultation).  That I am sorry for, signora-(rings the bell-draws the tapestry, and discovers Leonora).  Here is my wife-an angel of a woman! (Embracing her.)

Julia (with a shriek).  Unheard-of treachery!

SCENE XIII.

   The conspirators, entering in a body-ladies on
   the other side-Fiesco, Julia, and Leonora.

Leonora.  Oh, my husband, that was too cruel!

Fiesco.  A wicked heart deserved no less.  I owed this satisfaction to your tears. (To the company.) No,-my friends-I am not wont on every slight occasion to kindle into passion.  The follies of mankind amuse me long ere they excite my anger; but this woman merits my whole resentment.  Behold the poison which she had mingled for my beloved Leonora. (Shows the poison to the company-they start with horror.)

Julia (biting her lips with rage).  Good!  Good!  Very good, Sir!  (Going.)

Fiesco (leads her back by the arm).  You must have patience, madam; something else remains.  My friends, perhaps, would gladly learn why I debased my reason with the farce of love for Genoa’s silliest coquette.

Julia (starting up).  It is not to be borne.  But tremble!  Doria rules in Genoa, and I am Doria’s sister-

Fiesco.  Poor, indeed, if that be your only sting!  Know that Fiesco of Lavagna has changed the diadem of your illustrious brother for a halter, and means this night to hang the thief of the republic. (She is struck with terror-he continues with a sarcastic laugh.) Ha! that was unexpected.  And do you see, madam, ’twas for this purpose that I tried to blind the eyes of the Dorias.  For this I assumed a mock passion- (pointing to Julia.) For this I cast away this precious jewel-(pointing to Leonora); and by shining bait ensnared my prey.  I thank you for your complaisance, signora-(to Julia;) and resign the trappings of my assumed character. (Delivers her the miniature with a bow.)

Leonora (to Fiesco, in a supplicating tone).  She weeps, my Lodovico.  May your Leonora, trembling, entreat you?

Julia (enraged, to Leonora).  Silence, detested woman!

Fiesco (to a servant).  Be polite to my friend; escort this lady.  She has a mind to see my prison-chamber-take care that none approach to incommode her.  The night air is blowing somewhat keenly, the storm which rives the house of Doria may, perchance, ruffle the lady’s head-dress.

Julia.  Curses on thee, black, detested hypocrite! (Enraged, to Leonora.) Rejoice not at thy triumph!  He will destroy thee also, and himself-and then despair! (Rushing out!)

Fiesco (to the guests).  You were witnesses; let your report in Genoa preserve my honor. (To the conspirators.) Call on me as soon as the cannon gives the signal. (All the guests retire.)

SCENE XIV.

   Leonora and Fiesco.

Leonora (approaching with anxiety).  Fiesco!  Fiesco!  I understand but half your meaning; yet I begin to tremble.

Fiesco (significantly).  Leonora!  I once saw you yield the place of honor to another.  I saw you, in the presence of the nobles, receive the second compliment.  Leonora, that sight tormented me.  I resolved it should be so no longer.  Henceforth it ceases.  Do you hear the warlike noise which echoes through my palace?  What you suspect is true.  Retire to rest, countess, to-morrow you shall awake Duchess of Genoa.

Leonora (clasping her hands together, and throwing herself into a chair).  O God!  My very fears!  I am undone!

Fiesco (seriously, and with dignity).  Let me speak out, my love.  Two of my ancestors wore the triple crown.  The blood of the Fiescos flows not pure unless beneath the purple.  Shall your husband only reflect a borrowed splendor? (In a more energetic manner.) What! shall he owe his rank alone to capricious chance, which, from the ashes of mouldering greatness, has patched together a John Louis Fiesco?  No, Leonora, I am too proud to accept from others what my own powers may achieve.  This night the hereditary titles of my ancestors shall return to deck their tombs-Lavagna’s counts exist no longer-a race of princes shall begin.

Leonora (mournfully, and giving way to imagination).  I see my husband fall, transfixed by deadly wounds. (In a hollow voice.) I see them bear my husband’s mangled corpse towards me. (Starting up.) The first-the only ball has pierced Fiesco’s heart.

Fiesco (tenderly seizing her hand).  Be calm, my love.  The only ball will not strike me.

Leonora (looking steadfastly at him).  Does Fiesco so confidently challenge Heaven?  If, in the scope of countless possibilities, one chance alone were adverse, that one might happen, and I should lose my husband.  Think that thou venturest Heaven, Fiesco; and though a million chances were in thy favor, wouldst thou dare tempt the Almighty by risking on a cast thy hopes of everlasting happiness?  No, my husband!  When thy whole being is at stake each throw is blasphemy.

Fiesco.  Be not alarmed.  Fortune and I are better friends.

Leonora.  Ah! say you so, Fiesco?  You, who have watched the soul-convulsing game, which some call pastime?  Have you not seen the sly deceiver, Fortune, how she leads on her votary with gradual favors, till, heated with success, he rushes headlong and stakes his all upon a single cast?  Then in the decisive moment she forsakes him, a victim of his rashness-and stood you then unmoved?  Oh, my husband, think not that thou hast but to show thyself among the people to be adored.  ’Tis no slight task to rouse republicans from their slumber and turn them loose, like the unbridled steed, just conscious of his hoofs.  Trust not those traitors.  They among them who are most discerning, even while they instigate thy valor, fear it; the vulgar worship thou with senseless and unprofitable adoration.  Whichever way I look Fiesco is undone.

Fiesco (pacing the room in great emotion).  To be irresolute is the most certain danger.  He that aspires to greatness must be daring.

Leonora.  Greatness, Fiesco!  Alas! thy towering spirit ill accords with the fond wishes of my heart.  Should fortune favor thy attempt-shouldst thou obtain dominion-alas!  I then shall be but the more wretched.  Condemned to misery shouldst thou fail-if thou succeed, to misery still greater.  Here is no choice but evil.  Unless he gain the ducal power, Fiesco perishes-if I embrace the duke I lose my husband.

Fiesco.  I understand you not.

Leonora.  Ah! my Fiesco, in the stormy atmosphere that surrounds a throne the tender plant of love must perish.  The heart of man, e’en were that heart Fiesco’s, is not vast enough for two all-powerful idols-idols so hostile to each other.  Love has tears, and can sympathize with tears.  Ambition has eyes of stone, from which no drop of tenderness can e’er distil.  Love has but one favored object, and is indifferent to all the world beside.  Ambition, with insatiable hunger, rages amid the spoil of nature, and changes the immense world into one dark and horrid prison-house.  Love paints in every desert an elysium.  And when thou wouldest recline upon my bosom, the cares of empires, or rebellious vassals, would fright away repose.  If I should throw myself into thy arms, thy despot fears would hear a murderer rushing forth to strike thee, and urge thy trembling flight through all the palace.  Nay, black suspicion would at last o’erwhelm domestic concord.  If thy Leonora’s tenderness should offer thee a refreshing draught, thou wouldst with horror push away the goblet, and call it poison-

Fiesco (starting).  Leonora, cease!  These thoughts are dreadful.

Leonora.  And yet the picture is not finished.  Let love be sacrificed to greatness-and even peace of mind-if Fiesco but remained unchanged.  O God! that thought is racking torture.  Seldom do angels ascend the throne-still seldomer do they descend it such.  Can he know pity who is raised above the common fears of man?  Will he speak the accents of compassion who at every wish can launch a bolt of thunder to enforce it.  (She stops, then timidly advances, and takes his hand with a look of tender reproach.) Princes, Fiesco-these abortions of ambition and weakness-who presume to sit in judgment ’twixt the godhead and mortality.  Wicked servants-worse rulers.

Fiesco (walking about much agitated).  Leonora, cease!  The bridge is raised behind me-

Leonora (with a look of tenderness).  And why, my husband?  Deeds alone are irrevocable.  Thou once didst swear (fondly clinging to him, and somewhat archly) that all thy projects vanished before my beauty.  Thou hast foresworn thyself, dissembler-or else my charms have prematurely withered.  Ask thy own heart where lies the blame? (More ardently, and throwing her arms round him.) Return, Fiesco!  Conquer thyself!  Renounce!  Love shall indemnify thee.  O Fiesco, if my heart cannot appease thy insatiate passions, the diadem will be found still poorer.  Come, I’ll study the inmost wishes of this soul.  I will melt into one kiss of love all the charms of nature, to retain forever in these heavenly bonds the illustrious captive.  As thy heart is infinite, so shall be my passion.  To be a source of happiness to a being who places all its heaven in thee, Fiesco?  Ought that to leave any void in thy heart.

Fiesco (with great emotion).  Leonora-what hast thou done? (He falls, overcome, on her neck.) I shall never more dare to meet the eyes of Genoa’s citizens.

Leonora (with lively expression).  Let us fly, Fiesco! let us with scorn reject these gaudy nothings, and pass our future days only in the retreats of love! (She presses him to her breast with rapture.) Our souls, serene as the unclouded sky, shall never more be blackened by the poisonous breath of sorrow; our lives shall flow harmoniously as the music of the murmuring brook. (A cannon-shot is heard-Fiesco disengages himself-all the conspirators enter.)

SCENE XV.

Conspirators.  The hour is come!

Fiesco (to Leonora, firmly).  Farewell! forever unless Genoa to-morrow be laid prostrate at thy feet. (Going to rush out.)

Bourgognino (cries out).  The countess faints! (Leonora in a swoon-all run to support her.)

Fiesco (kneeling before her, in a tone of despair).  Leonora!  Save her!  For heaven’s sake save her! (Rosa and Arabella run to her assistance.) She lives-she opens her eyes (jumps up resolutely).  Now to close Doria’s! (Conspirators rush out.)