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

Royalty-free Public domain — free to read, perform, and adapt. No licence needed.

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

Read the play

The former; BOURGOGNINO, with some CONSPIRATORS, coming from the gate of St. Thomas.

Bourgognino. Sebastian Lascaro was a brave soldier.

Zenturione. He defended himself like a bear till he fell.

Gianettino. (steps back startled) What do I hear? (to his servants). Stop!

Bourgognino. Who goes there with torches?

Lomellino. (to GIANETTINO) Prince, they are enemies. Turn to the left.

Bourgognino. (calls to then peremptorily) Who goes there with the torches?

Zenturione. Stand! Your watchword?

Gianettino. (draws his sword fiercely) Loyalty and Doria!

Bourgognino. (foaming with rage) Violator of the republic and of my bride! (To the CONSPIRATORS, rushing upon GIANETTINO.) Brothers, this shortens our labor. His devils themselves deliver him into our hands-- (runs him through with his sword).

Gianettino. (falling) Murder! Murder! Murder! Revenge me, Lomellino----

LOMELLINO and SERVANTS (flying). Help! Murder! Murder!

Zenturione. (halloing with vehemence) Doria is down. Stop the Count Lomellino! (LOMELLINO is taken).

Lomellino. (kneeling) Spare but my life, I'll join your party.

Bourgognino. (looking at GIANETTINO) Is this monster yet alive? Let the coward fly. (LOMELLINO escapes.)

Zenturione. St. Thomas' gate our own! Gianettino slain! Haste some of you and tell Fiesco.

Gianettino. (heaving himself from the ground in agony) Fiesco! Damnation! (Dies.)

Bourgognino. (pulling the sword out of GIANETTINO'S body) Freedom to Genoa, and to my Bertha. Your sword, Zenturione. Take to my bride this bloody weapon--her dungeon is thrown open. I'll follow thee, and bring the bridal kiss. (They separate through different streets.)

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