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 noblest reward. I present it to you. (Offers to go away.)