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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The former--A GERMAN of the body-guard.

Gianettino. What now?

German. Passing by the gate of St. Thomas I observed a great number of armed soldiers hastening towards the harbor. The galleys of the Count Fiesco were preparing for sea.

Gianettino. Is that all? Report it no further.

German. Very well. From the convent of the Capuchins, too, suspicious rabble are pouring, and steal toward the market-place. From their gait and appearance I should suppose them soldiers.

Gianettino. (angrily) Out upon this fool's zeal! (To LOMELLINO, aside.) These are undoubtedly my Milanese.

German. Does your grace command that they should be arrested?

Gianettino. (aloud to LOMELLINO) Look to them, Lomellino. (To the GERMAN.) Begone! 'Tis all well. (Aside to LOMELLINO.) Bid that German beast be silent.

[Exeunt LOMELLINO and GERMAN.

Fiesco. (in another part of the room with JULIA--looks toward GIANETTINO.) Our friend Doria seems displeased. May I inquire the reason?

Gianettino. No wonder. These eternal messages.

[Exit hastily.

Fiesco. The play awaits us, too, signora. May I offer you my hand?

Julia. Stay, let me take my cloak. 'Tis no tragedy I hope, count? It would haunt me in my dreams.

Fiesco. (sarcastically) 'Twill excite immoderate laughter.

[He hands her out--the curtain falls.

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