Play on Words

full length · drama

Fiesco; or, the Genoese Conspiracy: A Tragedy

by Friedrich Schiller

24 roles (0M / 0F / 24 any) · approx 168–232 minutes · 5 acts

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Characters

Fiesco lead 312 speeches
Moor supporting 112 speeches
Verrina supporting 107 speeches
Gianettino supporting 87 speeches
Bourgognino supporting 69 speeches
Leonora supporting 64 speeches
Calcagno supporting 61 speeches
Julia minor 52 speeches
Zenturione minor 50 speeches
Lomellino minor 48 speeches
Zibo minor 42 speeches
Bertha minor 37 speeches
Sacco minor 25 speeches
Arabella minor 17 speeches
Andreas minor 17 speeches
Asserato minor 15 speeches
German minor 10 speeches
All minor 9 speeches
Mask minor 7 speeches
Rosa minor 5 speeches
Romano minor 5 speeches
Sentinel minor 5 speeches
Sentinels minor 4 speeches
Sentinels At The Gate minor 3 speeches

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An apartment in the house of the COUNTESS IMPERIALI.

JULIA in dishabille. GIANETTINO enters, agitated.

Gianettino. Good-evening, sister.

Julia. (rising) It must be something extraordinary which brings the crown-prince of Genoa to his sister!

Gianettino. Sister, you are continually surrounded by butterflies and I by wasps. How is it possible that we should meet? Let's be seated.

Julia. You almost excite my curiosity.

Gianettino. When did Fiesco visit you last?

Julia. A strange question. As if I burdened my memory with such trifles!

Gianettino. I must know--positively.

Julia. Well, then, he was here yesterday.

Gianettino. And behaved without reserve?

Julia. As usual.

Gianettino. As much a coxcomb as ever.

Julia. (offended) Brother!

Gianettino. (more vehemently) I say--as much a coxcomb----

Julia. (rises, with indignation) Sir! What do you take me for?

Gianettino. (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!

Gianettino. 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.)

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