LOMELLINO. He may celebrate elsewhere his wedding——
GIANETTINO. Ay, where I shall be director of the nuptials. Raphael Sacco.
LOMELLINO. I should intercede for his life until he shall have paid my five thousand crowns. (Writes.) Death strikes the balance.
GIANETTINO. Vincent Calcagno.
LOMELLINO. Calcagno. The twelfth I write at my own risk, unless our mortal enemy be overlooked.
GIANETTINO. The end crowns all—Joseph Verrina.
LOMELLINO. He is the very head of the viper that threatens us. (Rises and presents the paper to GIANETTINO.) Two days hence death shall make a splendid feast, at which twelve of the chief of Genoa's nobles will be present.
GIANETTINO (signs the paper). 'Tis done. Two days hence will be the ducal election. When the senate shall be assembled for that purpose these twelve shall, on the signal of a handkerchief, be suddenly laid low. My two hundred Germans will have surrounded the senate-house. At that moment I enter and claim homage as the Duke. (Rings the bell.)
LOMELLINO. And what of Andreas?
GIANETTINO (contemptuously). He is an old man. (Enter a servant.) If the Duke should ask for me say I am gone to mass. (Exit servant.) I must conceal the devil that's within beneath a saintly garb.