MOOR. Well--I agree to it. They will draw out my joints a little; but that will only make them the more flexible. FIESCO. Then scratch this arm with thy dagger, till the blood flows. I will pretend that I have just now seized thee in fact. 'Tis well. (Hallooing violently). Murder! Murder! Guard the passages! Make fast the gates! (He drags the MOOR out by the throat; servants run across the stage hastily.) SCENE X. LEONORA and ROSA enter hastily, alarmed. LEONORA. Murder! they cried--murder!--The noise came this way. ROSA. Surely 'twas but a common tumult, such as happens every day in Genoa. LEONORA. They cried murder! and I distinctly heard Fiesco's name. In vain you would deceive me. My heart discovers what is concealed from my eyes. Quick! Hasten after them. See! Tell me whither they carry him. ROSA. Collect your spirits, madam. Arabella is gone. LEONORA. Arabella will catch his dying look. The happy Arabella! Wretch that I am? 'twas I that murdered him. If I could have engaged his heart he would not have plunged into the world, nor rushed upon the daggers of assassins. Ah! she comes. Away! Oh, Arabella, speak not to me! SCENE XI. The former, ARABELLA. ARABELLA. The Count is living and unhurt. I saw him gallop through the city. Never did he appear more handsome. The steed that bore him pranced haughtily along, and with its proud hoof kept the thronging multitude at a distance from its princely rider. He saw me as I passed, and with a gracious smile, pointing thither, thrice kissed his hand to me. (Archly.) What can I do with those kisses, madam? LEONORA (highly pleased). Idle prattler! Restore them to him. ROSA. See now, how soon your color has returned! LEONORA. His heart he is ready to fling at every wench, whilst I sigh in vain for a look! Oh woman! woman! [Exeunt. SCENE XII.--The Palace of ANDREAS. GIANETTINO and LOMELLINO enter hastily. GIANETTINO. Let them roar for their liberty as a lioness for her young. I am resolved. LOMELLINO. But--most gracious prince! GIANETTINO. Away to hell with thy buts, thou three-hours procurator! I will not yield a hair's breadth? Let Genoa's towers shake their heads, and the hoarse sea bellow No to it. I value not the rebellious multitude! LOMELLINO. The people are indeed the fuel; but the nobility fan the flame. The whole republic is in a ferment, people and patricians. GIANETTINO. Then will I stand upon the mount like Nero, and regale myself with looking upon the paltry flames. LOMELLINO. Till the whole mass of sedition falls into the hands of some enterprising leader, who will take advantage of the general devastation. GIANETTINO. Poh! Poh! I know but one who might be dangerous, and he is taken care of. LOMELLINO. His highness comes. Enter ANDREAS--(both bow respectfully). ANDREAS. Signor Lomellino, my niece wishes to take the air. LOMELLINO. I shall have the honor of attending her. [Exit LOMELLINO.