ZENTURIONE. Therefore come we hither. The whole nobility are insulted in me; the whole nobility must share my vengeance. To avenge my own honor I should not need assistance.
ZIBO. The whole nobility are outraged in his person; the whole nobility must rise and vent their rage in fire and flames.
ASSERATO. The rights of the nation are trodden under foot; the liberty of the republic has received a deadly blow.
FIESCO. You raise my expectation to the utmost.
ZIBO. He was the twenty-ninth among the electing senators, and had drawn forth a golden ball to vote for the procurator. Of the eight-and-twenty votes collected, fourteen were for me, and as many for Lomellino. His and Doria's were still wanting——
ZENTURIONE. Wanting! I gave my vote for Zibo. Doria—think of the wound inflicted on my honor—Doria——
ASSERATO (interrupting him). Such a thing was never heard of since the sea washed the walls of Genoa.
ZENTURIONE (continues, with great heat). Doria drew a sword, which he had concealed under a scarlet cloak—stuck it through my vote—called to the assembly——
ZIBO. "Senators, 'tis good-for-nothing—'tis pierced through. Lomellino is procurator."
ZENTURIONE. "Lomellino is procurator." And threw his sword upon the table.