LEONORA (enthusiastically). Rather say, how delightful! In the majestic sound of this alarm-bell my Fiesco speaks to Genoa. (Drums are heard louder.) Ha! did flutes so sweetly strike my ear. Even these drums are animated by Fiesco. My heart beats higher. All Genoa is roused; the very mercenaries follow his name with transport--and shall his wife be fearful? (Alarm-bells from three other towers.) No--my hero shall embrace a heroine. My Brutus clasp within his arms a Roman wife. I'll be his Portia. (Putting on GIANETTINO'S hat and throwing his scarlet mantle round her.) ARABELLA. My gracious lady, how wildly do you rave. (Alarm-bells and drums are heard.) LEONORA. Cold-blooded wretch; canst thou see and hear all this, and yet not rave? The very stones are ready to weep that they have not feet to run and join Fiesco. These palaces upbraid the builder, who had laid their foundations so firmly in the earth that they cannot fly to join Fiesco. The very shores, were they able, would forsake their office in order to follow his glorious banner, though by so doing they abandoned Genoa to the mercy of the ocean. What might shake death himself out of his leaden sleep has not power to rouse thy courage? Away! I'll find my way alone. ARABELLA. Great God! You will not act thus madly? LEONORA (with heroic haughtiness). Weak girl! I will. (With great animation.) Where the tumult rages the most fiercely. Where Fiesco himself leads on the combat. Methinks I hear them ask, "Is that Lavagna, the unconquered hero, who with his sword decides the fate of Genoa? Is that Lavagna?" Yes, I will say; yes, Genoese, that is Lavagna; and that Lavagna is my husband! SACCO (entering with CONSPIRATORS). Who goes there--Doria or Fiesco? LEONORA (with enthusiasm). Fiesco and liberty. (Retires into another street. A tumult, ARABELLA lost in the crowd.) SCENE VI. SACCO, with a number of followers. CALCAGNO, meeting him with others. CALCAGNO. Andreas has escaped. SACCO. Unwelcome tidings to Fiesco. CALCAGNO. Those Germans fight like furies! They planted themselves around the old man like rocks. I could not even get a glimpse of him. Nine of our men are done for; I myself was slightly wounded. Zounds! If they thus serve a foreign tyrant, how will they guard the princes of their country? SACCO. Numbers have flocked already to our standard, and all the gates are ours. CALCAGNO. I hear they still are fighting desperately at the citadel. SACCO. Bourgognino is amongst them. Where is Verrina? CALCAGNO. He guards, like Cerberus, the passage between Genoa and the sea--an anchovy could scarcely pass him. SACCO. I'll rouse the suburbs---- CALCAGNO. I'll away to the market-place. Drummers, strike up! (They march off, drums beating.) SCENE VII. MOOR. A troop of THIEVES, with lighted matches.