Fiesco; or, the Genoese Conspiracy: A Tragedy

ANDREAS DORIA, GERMANS.

German. The storm drove that way. Mount your horse, duke!

Andreas. Let me cast a parting look at Genoa's towers! No; it is not a dream. Andreas is betrayed.

German. The enemy is all around us. Away! Fly! Beyond the boundaries!

Andreas. (throwing himself upon the dead body of his nephew) Here will I die. Let no one talk of flight. Here lies the prop of my old age--my career is ended. (CALCAGNO appears at a distance, with CONSPIRATORS.)

German. Danger is near. Fly, prince! (Drums beat.)

Andreas. Hark, Germans, hark! These are the Genoese whose chains I broke. (Hiding his face.) Do your countrymen thus recompense their benefactors?

German. Away! Away! while we stay here, and notch their swords upon our German bones. (CALCAGNO comes nearer.)

Andreas. Save yourselves! Leave me! and go, declare the horrid story to the shuddering nations that Genoa slew its father----

German. Slew! 'Sdeath, that shall not be. Comrades, stand firm! Surround the duke! (They draw their swords.) Teach these Italian dogs to reverence his gray head----

Calcagno. (calls out) Who goes there? What have we here?

German. German blows--(retreat fighting, and carry off the body of GIANETTINO.)