CALCAGNO. Oh, he has an excellent nose! Come, let us seek him, and fan the flame of liberty in his breast by our accordant spirit.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
JULIA, agitated with anger, and FIESCO, in a white mask, following her.
JULIA. Servants! footmen!
FIESCO. Countess, whither are you going? What do you intend?
JULIA. Nothing—nothing at all. (To the servants, who enter and immediately retire.) Let my carriage draw up——
FIESCO. Pardon me, it must not. You are offended.
JULIA. Oh, by no means. Away—you tear my dress to pieces. Offended.
Who is here that can offend me? Go, pray go.
FIESCO (upon one knee). Not till you tell me what impertinent——