FIESCO, SACCO, the MOOR, SOLDIERS.
SACCO. We found this Moor throwing a lighted match into the convent of the Jesuits.-----
FIESCO. Thy treachery was overlooked when it concerned myself alone. The halter awaits the incendiary. Take him away, and hang him at the church-door.
MOOR. Plague on it! -- that's an awkward piece of business --Is there no way out of it?
MOOR. Send me awhile to the galleys-----
FIESCO (beckoning to the attendants). To the gallows
MOOR (impudently). Then I'll turn Christian.
FIESCO. The church refuses the dregs of infidelity.
MOOR (in an insinuating manner). At least send me drunk into eternity!-----
MOOR. Don't hang me up, however, beside a Christian church!
FIESCO. A man of honour keeps his word. I promised thee a gallows of thy own.
SACCO. No more prating, heathen! we've business of more consequence.
MOOR. But--stay--Perhaps the rope may break?-----
FIESCO (to SACCO). Let it be double.
MOOR. Well--If it must be so--The devil may make ready for an extra guest. (SOLDIERS lead him off, and hang him at a little distance.)
FIESCO--LEONORA appearing at a distance, in the scarlet cloak of GIANETTINO
FIESCO (perceiving her, rushes forward -- then stops). Do I not know that crest and mantle? (Rushes on furiously.)-- Yes, I know them. (Runs her through with his sword.) If thou hast three lives, then rise again--(LEONORA falls with a hollow groan--The march of victory is heard, with drums. horne, and hautboys)