GIANET. As much a coxcomb as ever?
JULIA (offended). Brother!
GIANET. (more vehemently). I say--as much a coxcomb-----
JULIA (rises, with indignation). Sir!--What do you take me for?
GIANET. (keeps his seat--sarcastically). For a mere piece of woman-flesh, wrapped up in a great--great patent of nobility. This between ourselves--there is no one by to hear us.
JULIA (enraged). Between ourselves--you are an impertinent jackanapes, and presume upon the credit of your uncle. No one by to hear us, indeed!
GIANET. Sister! sister! don't be angry,--I'm only merry because Fiesco is still as much a coxcomb as ever.--That's all I wanted to know. Your servant-----(Going.)
The former, LOMELLINO entering.
LOMEL. (to JULIA, respectfully). Pardon my boldness, gracious lady.--(To GIANETTINO.) Certain affairs which cannot be delayed----- (GIANETTINO takes him aside; JULIA sits down an grily at the piano-forte, and plays an allegro.)
GIANET. (to LOMELLINO). Is everything prepared for tomorrow?
LOMEL. Everything, prince--but the courier, who was despatched this morning to Levanto, is not yet returned, nor is Spinola arrived. Should he be intercepted!--I'm much alarmed-----
GIANET. Fear nothing. You have that list at hand?
LOMEL. (embarrassed). My lord--the list?--I do not know --I must have left it at home, in my other pocket.
GIANET. It does not signify--would that Spinola were but here. Fiesco will be found dead in his bed. I have taken measures for it.
LOMEL. But it will cause great consternation.
GIANET. In that lies our security. Common crimes but move the blood, and stir it to revenge: atrocious deeds freeze it with terror, and annihilate the faculties of man. You know the fabled power of Medusa's head--they who but looked on it were turned to stone.--What may not be done, my boy, before stones are warmed to animation?