That freedom for whose sake our souls have now
Engrain’d themselves in blood! Why, who is he
That hath devised this treachery? To the scroll
Why fix’d he not his name, so stamping it
With an immortal infamy, whose brand
Might warn men from him? Who should be so vile?
Alberti?—In his eye is that which ever
Shrinks from encountering mine!—But no! his race
Is of our noblest. Oh! he could not shame
That high descent! Urbino?—Conti?—No!