GIANETTINO. Thomas Asserato and his three brothers. (LOMELLINO stops.) GIANETTINO (forcibly). And his three brothers---- LOMELLINO (writes). Go on. GIANETTINO. Fiesco of Lavagna. LOMELLINO. Have a care! Have a care! That black stone will yet prove fatal to you. GIANETTINO. Scipio Bourgognino. LOMELLINO. He may celebrate elsewhere his wedding---- GIANETTINO. Ay, where I shall be director of the nuptials. Raphael Sacco. LOMELLINO. I should intercede for his life until he shall have paid my five thousand crowns. (Writes.) Death strikes the balance. GIANETTINO. Vincent Calcagno. LOMELLINO. Calcagno. The twelfth I write at my own risk, unless our mortal enemy be overlooked. GIANETTINO. The end crowns all--Joseph Verrina. LOMELLINO. He is the very head of the viper that threatens us. (Rises and presents the paper to GIANETTINO.) Two days hence death shall make a splendid feast, at which twelve of the chief of Genoa's nobles will be present. GIANETTINO (signs the paper). 'Tis done. Two days hence will be the ducal election. When the senate shall be assembled for that purpose these twelve shall, on the signal of a handkerchief, be suddenly laid low. My two hundred Germans will have surrounded the senate-house. At that moment I enter and claim homage as the Duke. (Rings the bell.) LOMELLINO. And what of Andreas? GIANETTINO (contemptuously). He is an old man. (Enter a servant.) If the Duke should ask for me say I am gone to mass. (Exit servant.) I must conceal the devil that's within beneath a saintly garb. LOMELLINO. But, my lord, the paper? GIANETTINO. Take it, and let it be circulated among our party. This letter must be dispatched by express to Levanto. 'Tis to inform Spinola of our intended plan, and bid him reach the capital early in the morning. (Going.) LOMELLINO. Stop, prince. There is an error in our calculation. Fiesco does not attend the senate. GIANETTINO (looking back). Genoa will easily supply one more assassin. I'll see to that. [Exeunt different ways. SCENE XV.-An Ante-chamber in FIESCO'S Palace. FIESCO, with papers before him, and MOOR. FIESCO. Four galleys have entered the harbor, dost say? MOOR. Yes, they're at anchor in the port. FIESCO. That's well. Whence are these expresses? MOOR. From Rome, Placentia, and France. FIESCO (opens the letters and runs over them). Welcome! welcome news! (In high spirits.) Let the messengers be treated in a princely manner. MOOR. Hem! (Going.). FIESCO. Stop, stop! Here's work for thee in plenty. MOOR. Command me. I am ready to act the setter or the bloodhound.