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most fiercely. Where Fiesco himself leads on the combat. Methinks I hear them ask, "Is that Lavagna, the unconquered hero, who with his sword decides the fate of Genoa? Is that Lavagna?" Yes, I will say; yes, Genoese, that is Lavagna; and that Lavagna is my husband! SACCO (entering with CONSPIRATORS). Who goes there--Doria or Fiesco? LEONORA (with enthusiasm). Fiesco and liberty. (Retires into another street. A tumult, ARABELLA lost in the crowd.) SCENE VI. SACCO, with a number of followers. CALCAGNO, meeting him with others. CALCAGNO. Andreas has escaped. SACCO. Unwelcome tidings to Fiesco. CALCAGNO. Those Germans fight like furies! They planted themselves around the old man like rocks. I could not even get a glimpse of him. Nine of our men are done for; I myself was slightly wounded. Zounds! If they thus serve a foreign tyrant, how will they guard the princes of their country? SACCO. Numbers have flocked already to our standard, and all the gates are ours. CALCAGNO. I hear they still are fighting desperately at the citadel. SACCO. Bourgognino is amongst them. Where is Verrina? CALCAGNO. He guards, like Cerberus, the passage between Genoa and the sea--an anchovy could scarcely pass him. SACCO. I'll rouse the suburbs---- CALCAGNO. I'll away to the market-place. Drummers, strike up! (They march off, drums beating.) SCENE VII. MOOR. A troop of THIEVES, with lighted matches. MOOR. Now I'll let you into a secret, my boys; 'twas I that cooked this soup, but the devil a spoonful do they give me. Well, I care not. This hubbub is just to my taste. We'll set about burning and plundering. While they are squabbling for a dukedom we'll make a bonfire in the churches that shall warm the frozen apostles. (They disperse themselves among the neighboring houses.) SCENE VIII. BOURGOGNINO--BERTHA, disguised as a boy. BOURGOGNINO. Rest here, dear youth; thou art in safety. Dost thou bleed? BERTHA (in a feigned voice). No; not at all. BOURGOGNINO (with energy). Rise, then, I'll lead thee where thou mayst gain wounds for Genoa--wounds beautiful like these. (Uncovering his arm.) BERTHA (starting). Heavens! BOURGOGNINO. Art thou frightened, youth? Too early didst thou put on the man. What age hast thou? BERTHA. Fifteen years. BOURGOGNINO. That is unfortunate! For this night's business thou art five years too young. Who is thy father? BERTHA. The truest cit
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