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.