BOURGOGNINO. Quite prepared. FIESCO (to SACCO). And you? SACCO. All's right. FIESCO. And Calcagno? BOURGOGNINO. Is not yet arrived. FIESCO (aloud to the SENTINELS). Make fast the gates! (He takes off his hat, and steps forward with dignity towards the assembly.) My friends--I have invited you hither to a play--not as spectators, but to allot to each a part therein. Long enough have we borne the insolence of Gianettino Doria, and the usurpation of Andreas. My friends, if we would deliver Genoa, no time is to be lost. For what purpose, think you, are those twenty galleys which beset our harbor? For what purpose the alliances which the Dorias have of late concluded? For what purpose the foreign forces which they have collected even in the heart of Genoa? Murmurs and execrations avail no longer. To save all we must dare all. A desperate disease requires a desperate remedy. Is there one base enough in this assembly to own an equal for his master? (Murmurs.) Here is not one whose ancestors did not watch around the cradle of infant Genoa. What!--in Heaven's name!-- what, I ask you, have these two citizens to boast of that they could urge their daring flight so far above our head? (Increasing murmurs.) Every one of you is loudly called upon to fight for the cause of Genoa against its tyrants. No one can surrender a hair's-breadth of his rights without betraying the soul of the whole state. (Interrupted by violent commotions he proceeds.) You feel your wrongs--then everything is gained. I have already paved your way to glory--Genoese, will you follow? I am prepared to lead you. Those signs of war which you just now beheld with horror should awaken your heroism. Your anxious shuddering must warm into a glorious zeal that you may unite your efforts with this patriotic band to overthrow the tyrant. Success will crown the enterprise, for all our preparations are well arranged. The cause is just, for Genoa suffers. The attempt will render us immortal, for it is vast and glorious---- ZENTURIONE (vehemently, and agitated). Enough! Genoa shall be free! Be this our shout of onset against hell itself! ZIBO. And may he who is not roused by it pant at the slavish oar till the last trumpet break his chains---- FIESCO. Spoken like men. Now you deserve to know the danger that hung over yourselves and Genoa. (Gives them the papers of the MOOR.) Lights, soldiers! (The nobles crowd about the lights, and read--FIESCO aside to VERRINA.) Friend, it went as I could wish. VERRINA. Be not too certain. Upon the left I saw countenances that grew pale, and knees that tottered. ZENTURIONE (enraged). Twelve senators! Infernal villany! Seize each a sword! (All, except two, eagerly take up the weapons that lie in readiness.) ZIBO. Thy name, too, Bourgognino, is written there. BOURGOGNINO. Ay, and if Heaven permit, it shall be written to-day upon the throat of Gianettino. ZENTURIONE. Two swords remain---- ZIBO. Ah! What sayest thou?