GERMAN. The storm drove that way. Mount your horse, duke! ANDREAS. Let me cast a parting look at Genoa's towers! No; it is not a dream. Andreas is betrayed. GERMAN. The enemy is all around us. Away! Fly! Beyond the boundaries! ANDREAS (throwing himself upon the dead body of his nephew). Here will I die. Let no one talk of flight. Here lies the prop of my old age--my career is ended. (CALCAGNO appears at a distance, with CONSPIRATORS.) GERMAN. Danger is near. Fly, prince! (Drums beat.) ANDREAS. Hark, Germans, hark! These are the Genoese whose chains I broke. (Hiding his face.) Do your countrymen thus recompense their benefactors? GERMAN. Away! Away! while we stay here, and notch their swords upon our German bones. (CALCAGNO comes nearer.) ANDREAS. Save yourselves! Leave me! and go, declare the horrid story to the shuddering nations that Genoa slew its father---- GERMAN. Slew! 'Sdeath, that shall not be. Comrades, stand firm! Surround the duke! (They draw their swords.) Teach these Italian dogs to reverence his gray head---- CALCAGNO (calls out). Who goes there? What have we here? GERMAN. German blows--(retreat fighting, and carry off the body of GIANETTINO.) SCENE V. LEONORA, in male attire, ARABELLA following-- they walk along timidly. ARABELLA. Come, my lady, pray let us hasten onward. LEONORA. This way the tumult rages--hark! was not that a dying groan? Ah, they surround him! At Fiesco's breast they point their fatal muskets--at my breast they point them. Hold! hold! It is my husband! (Throws her arms up in agony.) ARABELLA. For heaven's sake, my lady! LEONORA (with wild enthusiasm, calling on all sides). O my Fiesco! my Fiesco! His firmest friends desert him. The faith of rebels is unsteady (shuddering). Rebels! Heaven? Is Fiesco, then, a chief of rebels? ARABELLA. No, signora. He is the great deliverer of Genoa. LEONORA (emphatically). Ha! that would indeed be glorious! And shall Leonora tremble?--shall the bravest republican be wedded to the most timid woman? Go, Arabella! When men contend for empires even a woman's soul may kindle into valor. (Drums again heard.) I'll rush among the combatants. ARABELLA (clasping her hands together). All gracious heaven! LEONORA. Softly! What strikes my foot? Here is a hat--and here a mantle! A sword, too! (she lifts it up)--a heavy sword, my Arabella; but I can carry it, and the sword shall not disgrace its bearer. (The alarm-bell sounds.) ARABELLA. Hark! hark! How terrible it sounds yonder, from the tower of the Dominicans! God have mercy on us!