SCENE XVII.
FIESCO, VERRINA, ROMANO, with a picture; SACCO, BOURGOGNINO, CALCAGNO.
FIESCO (receiving them with great affability). Welcome, my worthy friends! What important business brings you all hither? Are you, too, come, my dear brother, Verrina? I should almost have forgotten you, had you not oftener been present to my thoughts than to my sight. I think I have not seen you since my last entertainment.
VERRINA. Do not count the hours, Fiesco! Heavy burdens have in that interval weighed down my aged head. But enough of this----
FIESCO. Not enough to satisfy the anxiety of friendship. You must inform me farther when we are alone. (Addressing BOURGOGNINO.) Welcome, brave youth! Our acquaintance is yet green; but my affection for thee is already ripe. Has your esteem for me improved?
BOURGOGNINO. "Tis on the increase.
FIESCO. Verrina, it is reported that this brave young man is to be your son-in-law. Receive my warmest approbation of your choice. I have conversed with him but once; and yet I should be proud to call him my relation.
VERRINA. That judgment makes me of my daughter vain.
FIESCO (to the others). Sacco, Calcagno--all unfrequent visitors--I should fear the absence of Genoa"s n.o.blest ornaments were a proof that I had been deficient in hospitality. And here I greet a fifth guest, unknown to me, indeed, but sufficiently recommended by this worthy circle.
ROMANO. He, my lord, is simply a painter, by name Julio Romano, who lives by theft and counterfeit of Nature"s charms. His pencil is his only escutcheon; and he now comes. .h.i.ther (bowing profoundly) to seek the manly outlines of a Brutus.
FIESCO. Give me your hand, Romano! I love the mistress of your soul with a holy fire. Art is the right hand of Nature. The latter only gave us being, but "twas the former made us men. What are the subjects of your labor?
ROMANO. Scenes from the heroic ages of antiquity. At Florence is my dying Hercules, at Venice my Cleopatra, the raging Ajax at Rome, where, in the Vatican, the heroes of former times rise again to light.
FIESCO. And what just now employs you?
ROMANO. Alas! my lord, I"ve thrown away my pencil. The lamp of genius burns quicker than the lamp of life. Beyond a certain moment the flame flickers and dies. This is my last production.
FIESCO (in a lively manner). It could not come more opportune. I feel to-day a more than usual cheerfulness. A sentiment of calm delight pervades my being, and fits it to receive the impression of Nature"s beauties. Let us view your picture. I shall feast upon the sight.
Come, friends, we will devote ourselves entirely to the artist. Place your picture.
VERRINA (apart to the others). Now, Genoese, observe!
ROMANO (placing the picture). The light must fall upon it thus. Draw up that curtain--let fall the other,--right. (Standing on one side). It is the story of Virginia and Appius Claudius. (A long pause; all contemplate the picture.)
VERRINA (with enthusiasm). Strike, aged father! Dost thou tremble, tyrant? How pale you stand there, Romans! Imitate him, senseless Romans! The sword yet glitters! Imitate me, senseless Genoese! Down with Doria! Down with him! (Striking at the picture.)
FIESCO (to the painter, smiling). Could you desire greater applause?
Your art has transformed this old man into a youthful enthusiast.
VERRINA (exhausted). Where am I! What has become of them! They vanished like bubbles. You here, Fiesco! and the tyrant living!
FIESCO. My friend, amidst this admiration you have overlooked the parts most truly beauteous. Does this Roman"s head thus strike you? Look there! Observe that damsel--what soft expression! What feminine delicacy! How sweetly touched are those pale lips! How exquisite that dying look! Inimitable! Divine, Romano! And that white, dazzling breast, that heaves with the last pulse of life. Draw more such beauties, Romano, and I will give up Nature to worship thy creative fancy.
BOURGOGNINO. Is it thus, Verrina, your hopes are answered?
VERRINA. Take courage, son! The Almighty has rejected the arm of FIESCO. Upon ours he must rely.
FIESCO (to ROMANO). Well--"tis your last work, Romano. Your powers are exhausted. Lay down your pencil. Yet, whilst I am admiring the artist, I forget to satiate on the work. I could stand gazing on it, regardless of an earthquake. Take away your picture--the wealth of Genoa would scarcely reach the value of this Virginia. Away with it.
ROMANO. Honor is the artist"s n.o.blest reward. I present it to you.
(Offers to go away.)
FIESCO. Stay, Romano! (He walks majestically up and down the room, seeming to reflect on something of importance. Sometimes he casts a quick and penetrating glance at the others; at last he takes ROMANO by the hand, and leads him to the picture.) Come near, painter.
(With dignified pride.) Proudly stand"st thou there because, upon the dead canvas, thou canst simulate life, and immortalize great deeds with small endeavor. Thou canst dilate with the poet"s fire on the empty puppet-show of fancy, without heart and without the nerve of life-inspiring deeds; depose tyrants on canvas, and be thyself a miserable slave! Thou canst liberate Republics with a dash of the pencil, yet not break thy own chains! (In a loud and commanding tone.) Go! Thy work is a mere juggle. Let the semblance give place to reality!
(With haughtiness, overturning the picture.) I have done what thou hast only painted. (All struck with astonishment; ROMANO carries away the picture in confusion.)
SCENE XVIII.
The former, except ROMANO.
FIESCO. Did you suppose the lion slept because he ceased to roar? Did your vain thoughts persuade you that none but you could feel the chains of Genoa? That none but you durst break them? Before you knew their weight, Fiesco had already broken them. (He opens an escritoire, takes out a parcel of letters, and throws them on the table.) These bring soldiers from Parma;--these, French money;-these, four galleys from the Pope. What now is wanting to rouse the tyrant in his lair? Tell me, what think you wanting? (All stand silent with astonishment.) Republicans! you waste your time in curses when you should overthrow the tyrant. (All but VERRINA throw themselves at FIESCO"S feet.)
VERRINA. Fiesco, my spirit bends to thine, but my knee cannot. Thy soul is great; but--rise, Genoese! (They rise.)
FIESCO. All Genoa was indignant at the effeminate Fiesco; all Genoa cursed the profligate FIESCO. Genoese! my amours have blinded the cunning despot. My wild excesses served to guard my plans from the danger of an imprudent confidence. Concealed beneath the cloak of luxury the infant plot grew up. Enough--I"m known sufficiently to Genoa in being known to you. I have attained my utmost wish.
BOURGOGNINO (throwing himself indignantly into a chair). Am I, then, nothing?
FIESCO. But let us turn from thought to action. All the engines are prepared--I can storm the city by sea and land. Rome, France, and Parma cover me; the n.o.bles are disaffected; the hearts of the populace are mine; I have lulled to sleep the tyrants; the state is ripe for revolution. We are no longer in the hands of Fortune. Nothing is wanting. Verrina is lost in thought.
BOURGOGNINO. Patience! I have a word to say, which will more quickly rouse him than the trumpet of the last day. (To VERRINA--calls out to him emphatically.) Father! Awake! Thy Bertha will despair.
VERRINA. Who spoke those words? Genoese, to arms!
FIESCO. Think on the means of forwarding our plan. Night has advanced upon our discourse; Genoa is wrapped in sleep; the tyrant sinks exhausted beneath the sins of the day. Let us watch o"er both.
BOURGOGNINO. Let us, before we part, consecrate our heroic union by an embrace! (They form a circle, with joined arms.) Here unite five of the bravest hearts in Genoa to decide their country"s fate. (All embrace eagerly.) When the universe shall fall asunder, and the eternal sentence shall cut in twain the bonds of consanguinity and love, then may this fivefold band of heroes still remain entire! (They separate.)
VERRINA. When shall we next a.s.semble?
FIESCO. At noon to-morrow I"ll hear your sentiments.
VERRINA. "Tis well--at noon to-morrow. Goodnight, Fiesco! Come, Bourgognino, you will hear something marvellous.
[Exeunt VERRINA and BOURGOGNINO.
FIESCO (to the others). Depart by the back gates, that Doria"s spies may not suspect us.
[Exeunt SACCO and CALCAGNO.
SCENE XIX. FIESCO, alone.
FIESCO (walking up and down in meditation). What a tumult is in my breast! What a concourse of dark, uncertain images! Like guilty wretches stealing out in secret to do some horrid deed, with trembling steps and blushing faces bent toward the ground, these flattering phantoms glide athwart my soul. Stay! stay!--let me examine you more closely. A virtuous thought strengthens the heart of man, and boldly meets the day. Ha! I know you--robed in the livery of Satan--avaunt!
(A pause; he continues with energy.) Fiesco, the patriot! the Duke Fiesco! Peace! On this steep precipice the boundaries of virtue terminate: here heaven and h.e.l.l are separated. Here have heroes stumbled, here have they fallen, and left behind a name loaded with curses--here, too, have heroes paused, here checked their course, and risen to immortality. (More vehemently.) To know the hearts of Genoa mine! To govern with a master"s hand this formidable state! Oh, artifice of sin, that masks each devil with an angel"s face! Fatal ambition! Everlasting tempter! Won by thy charms, angels abandoned heaven, and death sprung from thy embraces. (Shuddering.) Thy syren voice drew angels from their celestial mansions--man thou ensnarest with beauty, riches, power. (After a pause, in a firm tone.) To gain a diadem is great--to reject it is divine! (Resolutely.) Perish the tyrant! Let Genoa be free--and I (much affected) will be its happiest citizen.