fostered by a monarch; therefore do homage to the mad- brained Gianettino.
ZENT. (vehemently). Yes, when the contending elements are reconciled, and when the north pole meets the south.-- Come, friends!
FIESCO. Stay! stay!--Upon what project are you brooding, Zibo?
ZIBO. On nothing.
FIESCO (leading them to a statue). Look at this figure.
ZENT. 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.
ZIBO. And then take for our reward?
FIESCO. Then your search will have convicted fancy of deceit-----
ZENT. (impatiently). And what shall we have gained?
FIESCO. Gained? The decision of the long-protracted contest between art and nature.
ZENT. (eagerly). And what then?
FIESCO. Then? then? (Laughing.) Then your attention will have been diverted from observing the fall of Genoa's liberty.
[Exeunt all but FIESCO.
FIESCO alone. (The noise without increases.)
FIESCO. 'Tis well! 'tis well!--The straw of the republic has caught fire--the flames have seized already on palaces and towers.--Let it go on! May the blaze be general! Let the tempestuous wind spread wide the conflagration!
FIESCO, MOOR entering in haste
MOOR. Crowds upon crowds!
FIESCO. Throw open wide the gates. Let all, that choose, enter.
MOOR. Republicans! Republicans indeed! They drae