FIESCO, CALCAGNO, SACCO, ZENTURIONE, ZIBO; SOLDIERS, with drums and colours.
FIESCO (advancing toward them in triumph). 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!
CALCAGNO. And I come to inform you that two-thirds of Genoa have declared for our party, and swear obedience to Fiesco's standard.-----
ZIBO. By me Verrina sends his greeting to you from the admiral's galley, with the dominion of the sea.-----
ZENT. By me the governor of the city sends his keys and staff of office.-----
SACCO. And in me (kneeling) the less and greater senate of the republic kneel down before their master, and supplicate for favour and protection.-----
CALCAGNO. Let me be the first to welcome the illustrious conqueror within his walls--Bow your colours!--Hail, Duke of Genoa!
ALL (taking off their hats). Hial! Hail, Duke of Genoa! --(March of triumph--FIESCOstands the whole time with his head sunk upon his breast, in a meditating posture.)
CALCAGNO. The people and the senate wait to see their gracious sovereign invested in the robes of dignity.--Great duke, permit us to follow you in triumph to the senate- house.
FIESCO. First allow me to listen to the dictates of my heart. I was obliged to leave a most dear person in anxious apprehension--a person who will share with me the glory of this night. (To the company.) Will you, my friends, attend me to your amiable duchess! (Going.)
CALCAGNO. Shall this murderous villain lie here, and hide his infamy in obscurity?
ZENT. Plant his head upon a halberd.
ZIBO. Let his mangled carcase sweep the streets!--(Then hold lights toward the body.)
CALCAGNO (terrified, and in a low voice). Look, Genoese