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o set fire to those houses? ZIBO. The citadel is taken. FIESCO. Who set those houses on fire? ZIBO (to the attendants). Despatch a guard to apprehend the villains. (Some soldiers go.) FIESCO. Will they make me an incendiary? Hasten with the engines! (Attendants go.) But are you sure that Gianettino has fallen? ZIBO. So they say. FIESCO (wildly). They say so only! Who say? Declare, upon your honor, has he escaped? ZIBO (doubtfully). If I may trust my eyes against the assertion of a nobleman, then--Gianettino lives. FIESCO (starting). Zibo, your eyes may cost your head---- ZIBO. 'Tis but eight minutes since I saw him in the crowd dressed in his scarlet cloak and yellow plume. FIESCO (wildly). Heaven and hell! Zibo! Bourgognino shall answer for it with his head. Hasten, Zibo! secure the barriers. Sink all the boats that he may not escape by sea. This diamond, Zibo--the richest in all Italy--this diamond shall reward the man who brings me tidings of Gianettino's death. (ZIBO hastens away.) Fly, Zibo! SCENE X. 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? FIESCO. No. 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! FIESCO. Sober. MOOR. Don't hang me up, however, beside a Christian church! FIESCO. A man of honor 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.) SCENE XI. FIESCO--LEONORA appearing at a distance, in the scarlet cloak of GIANETTINO. FIESCO (perceiving her, rushes forward--then stops). Do I 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 ag
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