Fiesco; or, the Genoese Conspiracy: A Tragedy

LEONORA, CALCAGNO entering.

Calcagno. Did not the Countess Imperiali depart in anger? You, too, so excited, madam?

LEONORA (violently agitated.) No! This is unheard-of cruelty.

Calcagno. Heaven and earth! Do I behold you in tears?

Leonora. Thou art a friend of my inhuman--Away, leave my sight!

Calcagno. Whom do you call inhuman? You affright me----

Leonora. My husband. Is he not so?

Calcagno. What do I hear!

Leonora. 'Tis but a piece of villany common enough among your sex!

Calcagno. (grasping her hand with vehemence) Lady, I have a heart for weeping virtue.

Leonora. You are a man--your heart is not for me.

Calcagno. For you alone--yours only. Would that you knew how much, how truly yours----

Leonora. Man, thou art untrue. Thy words would be refuted by thy actions----

Calcagno. I swear to you----

Leonora. A false oath. Cease! The perjuries of men are so innumerable 'twould tire the pen of the recording angel to write them down. If their violated oaths were turned into as many devils they might storm heaven itself, and lead away the angels of light as captives.

Calcagno. Nay, madam, your anger makes you unjust. Is the whole sex to answer for the crime of one?

Leonora. I tell thee in that one was centred all my affection for the sex. In him I will detest them all.

Calcagno. Countess,--you once bestowed your hand amiss. Would you again make trial, I know one who would deserve it better.

Leonora. The limits of creation cannot bound your falsehoods. I'll hear no more.

Calcagno. Oh, that you would retract this cruel sentence in my arms!

Leonora. (with astonishment) Speak out. In thy arms!

Calcagno. In my arms, which open themselves to receive a forsaken woman, and to console her for the love she has lost.

Leonora. (fixing her eyes on him) Love?

Calcagno. (kneeling before her with ardor) Yes, I have said it. Love, madam! Life and death hang on your tongue. If my passion be criminal then let the extremes of virtue and vice unite, and heaven and hell be joined together in one perdition.

Leonora. (steps back indignantly, with a look of noble disdain) Ha! Hypocrite! Was that the object of thy false compassion? This attitude at once proclaims thee a traitor to friendship and to love. Begone forever from my eyes! Detested sex! Till now I thought the only victim of your snares was woman; nor ever suspected that to each other you were so false and faithless.

Calcagno. (rising, confounded) Countess!

Leonora. Was it not enough to break the sacred seal of confidence? but even on the unsullied mirror of virtue does this hypocrite breathe pestilence, and would seduce my innocence to perjury.

Calcagno. (hastily) Perjury, madam, you cannot be guilty of.

Leonora. I understand thee--thou thoughtest my wounded pride would plead in thy behalf. (With dignity). Thou didst not know that she who loves Fiesco feels even the pang that rends her heart ennobling. Begone! Fiesco's perfidy will not make Calcagno rise in my esteem--but--will lower humanity. [Exit hastily.

Calcagno. (stands as if thunderstruck, looks after her, then striking his forehead) Fool that I am. [Exit.