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Par. Proroking! If I forgive her! Bail
fate is fixed! She dies. DUKE OF VENICE
Mem. Dies? My dear Parozzi, don't look LOMELINO
fierce, or I shall certainly take to my heels! D MANFRONE
d-dies, said you? PATRIARCH OF VENICE
Par. She dies ! the Bravo Rugantino has reperen PAROZZI
bis hire. CONTARINO
Mem. Rugantino! I had much rather you rocks! MEMMO
mention him. FALIERI
Par. He, at whose name all Venice quakes. GONZAGA
Mem. I don't know what all Venice des; but
I'm sure I do!
Par. Annually, on the evening before ber birth
day, Rosabella goes in solema procession to pa JUANILLO
some hours alone in the shrine of her patroness, & PAOLO
Rosa. There will Rugantino meet ber this very RUGANTINO
night; there too will I be! Herald
Mem. You? Won't it be dangerous too?
Par. Ha! my revenge would be bet ball ROSABELLA
fied, did I not see the blow struck myself! és: CAMILLA
Rosabella hear as she espires, "Remembe: LAURA
scorned Parozzi.” (A galley passes at a BETTINA.
But look, Memmo, is not that the galles
Mem. Which carried out Contarinat Masques.
same! It approaches ! Contarino is on board
The galley arrives—CONTARIXO springs are shorts
Par. and Mem. Welcome, Contarise: valcome! ACT I.
Par. Quick; your tidings
Con. Are excellent. The empera appeures SCENE I.-The Place of St. Giorgio Maggiore at assist us, and then shall we be masters & Verma
our conspiracy: in a week his troops will
But the duke's prime counsellors, Mathe Enter Parozzi, followed by MeMmo.
Lomelino, suspect our plans, and travesse turs
they must be despatched immediately, Mem. But be patient, Parozzi; at least be patient! Par. For that have I already provided; Sapa
Par. Patient? Has not Rosabella rejected me? tino is in my pay, andnay; when I taxed her with a passion for Flodo. Con. Rugantino? I have heard much ardo, did she not insultingly contrast the virtues by strange man; but what I am to believe which he dignified his obscurity, with the vices bv Par. Learn that from me. Soon afer per which, she said, my nobility was disgraced ? Mem. Well, well! To be sure nothing is half so doardo. His plausible manners pleased them
parture a young stranger arrived bers, cafet disagreeable as truth; and it's certainly mighty his Apollo-like form fascinated Rosabels * provoking
became the general idol when be found as
ze the five banditti, who had so long been the ter- All, Huzza!
of Venice. We knew them well, Contarino, Mem. Now, friends, here's a good round sum to 1 had often found their daggers of use.
be earned by some of you. Con. But how did he discover their lurking-place? Juan. By none of us, Signor Memmo. Oh! this Par. I know not; suffice it to say, that the five Rugantino's a terrible fellow! why, when young aditti were executed; but on the following morn- Flodoardo seized the five other banditti, didn't this this paper was found affixed to the palace-gates. Rugantino, who was the sixth, still contrive to Con. (Reading.) “ Venetians ! the banditti who escape ? Fered yesterday have left a sirth behind them, whose
Enter Stephano. gle arm equals those of the other five. Ye, who need -dagger, seek me! As a proof of my skill, let St. Hey-day, what do all these people here?
Steph. I'm beyond my time, and I fear Camillartrand's care be searched; 'twas there I stabbed to - heart the senator Carlo Foscari.- From the Vene
Juan. But why did Flodoardo leave Venice ? ne bravo, Rugantino."-Carlo Foscari ?
Mem. 'Tis suspected, he was in love with the Par. The duke's near kinsman, who had disap- prir.ce of Milan.
duke's daughter, who is already promised to the aared some months before. Con. This paper shows a daring mind.
Steph. What say they of my master. Par. “ Ha!" cried I, when I had perused it,
Juan. Well, before he left us, I wish he had this is the very man we need!" But Rugantino caught this Rugantino as finely as he caught his five ew of my connection with his deceased associates, companions : 1 protest I can't sleep for fear of the
villain. d ere I had time to seek him, he found me. Oh!
Paolo. Nor I. s the ugliest knave-his face so deform'd by scars
Juan, Nor I. his eye-brows so black and bushy--then bis smile a terrific grin, and when he laughs, the sound is
Steph. I see Camilla coming. Now then to scare them
away. cough to scare mirth out of the universe. Con. But Lomelino and Manfrone
Juan. One thing's certain : If ever Rugantino's Par. He has engaged to despatch them the in. found, Flodoardo is the only man to take him. ant that he receives 10,000 ducats.
Mem. The only man ?-Come, come! there are Con. Oh! a trifle! Memmo is rich; he'll furnish others. I don't boast of my courage.
Juan. And I'm sure, nobody else does, who knows Mem. I? That's ever your way. Always Memmo! you, Signor. d nothing but Memmo!
Mem. But if I once set eyes on this Rugantino, Con. Simpleton! If our plot succeeds, have we thus, and exclaiın in a terrible voice
I'll put myself into this attitude, spring upon him ot promised Ment. Yes, yes! I own you give me plenty of
Steph. [ Approaches softly.) Rugantino's coming! comises—but you take from me plenty of realities !
All. [Running off 1 Where? where? where i
Run! run! run! Cowever, you shall have the 10,000 ducats this once ; cough I protest, it's like parting with ten thousand
Steph. (Adrances, laughing. 1 Rugantino's namo
sent them off like so many peas out of a pop-gun. cops of my heart's blood." Par. Peace, peace! Have you brought the arms, by far the fastest. Now then for this antiquated
But to give the devil his due, Signor Memmo ran on tarino? Con. Yes: where shall I deposit
duenna, who, in defiance of time and her lookingPar. Oh! at Memmo's, where we'll meet again glass, fancies herself a girl of fifteen; and who is so ten to-night.
passionately fond of dancing, that she even walks Mem. The arms at my house? Dear, dear! now the streets' in a fandango step. 'Tis a hard task -hy at mine ? If the house should be searched, then which the prince of Milan has put on me, to make shall get into a scrape, and
love to this superannuated coquette ; but as he inPar. Silence! It shall be so. Till ten, farewell, sists that no means of shaking Rosabella's conContarino.
stancy to Flodoardo should be left untried-she's
here. Con. Farewell.
(Ereunt Con, and Par. Mem. Now that's the way I'm always treated !
Enter CAMILLA. hey borrow my money, make me their scape goat, Cam. Is it you, Signor Stephano ? map my nose off on all occasions, and all because Steph. And is it you, divine object of my’m rather apt to be afraid, and honest enough to Cam Oh ? sweet Signor, no raptares, if you love wn it. Hang it! I'll try whether putting on a me! 'Tis late, and I'm so pres e, as the French uff-bluff look like themselves, and strutting with a have it, I've only time to assure you, that I've waggering stride, thus, won't awe them into spared no pains to influence my lady in your mas. Noise without.) Hey! what's all this uproar ? ter's favour. Enter Herald, followed by JUANILLO, BETTINA, Steph. And what successPAOLO, and Mob.
Cam. Absolutely none ! her love to Flodoardo is Juan. Silence !
immoveable; but perhaps when the duke shall know Bet. Aye, aye ! let's hear the proclamatior. of her attachment to this needy strange his re. Paolo. Silence ! silence !
monstrances may induce her to give him up-but Juan. Aye: silence! silence !
bless me! I must away, for I've a thousand things Mem. Why don't somebody knock that fellow to do. You must know, that to-morrow night the lown, who makes such a noise with crying silence? duke gives a grand fète on one of the islands of the
AU. Knock him down! knock him down! silence! Adriatic sea, in honour of his daughter's birth-day.
Herald. (Reading. " Whereas, the senator Fos- A mask is to be performed, called “The Triumph sari was found murdered by the Bravo Rugantino, the of Thetis ;" and my lady, myself, and some other Duke hereby promises five hundred ducats to any one beauties of the court'are to represent heathen god. who shall discover where the murderer is concealed." desses. Now you must know, that I'm reck ined God save the Duke!
(Eril. ozrellent in a mask.
Steph. I don't doubt it, Signora; I dare say, I Lom. His plans are daring and roma should admire you in a mask more than in any true; but still
Man. Hush ! the duke. Cam. And how, do you think, I was Esguised at Enter the DUKE, with « sages, the last masquerade ?
Duke. Oh! insolence unparalleled! Li, Steph. How, pray? Cam. How? As Venus! Wasz't that charming?
friends! this paper is from Rugantino.
Man. How? Steph. As Venus? Ab! Signore, box admirably
Lom. And it contains? you must have been disguised!
Duke. Read! read! Cam. Nobody found me out the whole night! Steph. I dare say not; how the devil should the proclamation you promise to any one sho
Lom. (Reading.) “Duke of Venace;-In
(. Cam. And when I unmasked, the surprise !
cuver Rugantino, fire hundred ducat ;
one who shall seize him, I promise fiee that la Steph. Was excessive, I doubt not. Cam Universal, Signor! As to the duke, be But how did this paper reach you ?
servant, signor ; Rugantino.” Unheard sauce! was perfectly thunderstruck.
Duke. Will you believe me, friends ! Tessa Steph. Struck, Signora ? He must have been struck all of a heap! why, if I had been there, I against my chamber-door! against my very ce
ber-door! don't think I should ever have recovered it!
Man. Inconceivable ! Cam. And now guess, which of the heathen god.
Duke. Nothing is safe from this miszas desses I am to be to-morrow night! Steph. I can't imagine-Medusa perhaps ; of very where is Rosabella ?
tremble for myself—for Venice--for muscle likely one of the three-furies.
Lom. She ever passes the night preceding 21 Cam. A syren, signor! a syren!
birth-day in St. Rosa's shrine alone. Steph. A syren? Ah! signora, I shouldn't have
Duke. Alone? In this time of danger that I guess'd that in a century !
Cam. And I've such a divine dress! I shall be not be! Good Manfrone, tell Camilla to beat 11 all over sea-weed and cockle-shells, with a comb in orders, that her
lady should return instantly one hand, and a looking-glass in tother; and I mad with anger and confusion !
MANFRONE.) Follow me, Loneline! I am shall dance an entire new pas seul, and-you never saw me dance, I think?
SCENE IIL-An illuminated Church, with S.R. Steph. Frequently ! Cam. Indeed! Where, pray ?
shrine in the centre. On one side large iTon-go“ Steph. [Bowing.) In my dreams, signora !
doors; on the other a magnificent tamb, s
is inscribed “Here lies Carlo Foscari, da Cam. (Aside.) In his dreams! How delicate a compliment! How refined, how fanciful, how far
inhumanly murdered by the Bravo, Ragusa"
The Patriarch or VENICE, Monks, PARALI fetched, how French ! Steph. But as you're to be a syren, oh! too ador
BETTINA, JUANILLO, Paolo, and Spectatos able Camilla, suffer me to be your attendant triton!
discovered in groups. The procession enters them
the iron gates. Cam. An attendant triton ? charming! Granted !
ROSABELLA kneels to the Pse granted, sweet signor !
TRIARCH; he gives her his benediction, and then Sleph. Then need I not envy Neptune himself
orders the Spectators to mihdraw; they all se, the possession of his Amphitrite!
ercept PAROZZI, scha caceaks kimself behind sa
tomb. Cam. (Aside.] Heroic creature ! Let me die,
The PATRIARCH then retires with this but he's quite a pastor fido !--But I must begone.
Monks, closing the iron gates after his Rosa Steph. First in the prince's name let me force
BELLA desires to be left alou, and Lacka endi
Ladies retire. this jewel upon your finger, and next in my own print a kiss on your snowy hand ? [Kneeling. Ros. I know not why, but an unusual dreads
Cam. Ob! mercy! I desire-I entreat-je vous seized on my heart-this sacred place the days jure
awful silence—that tomb too, where rests the so Steph. (Rising.) Nectar and ambrosia !
dered Foscari-Let me banish these terrassis Cam. Oh! sweet signor!
at yonder shrine. Oh! Flodoardo. Steph. Divine signora !
(During this speech a Beggar com si Cam. Adieu !
behind a tomb, and lean on esat. Steph. Farewell !
Beg. Alack! alack!
Ereunt. Ros. What feeble voice?
Beg. Will no one aid a poor old man
. Lean on me, father! Leas a me! no more does my heart melt with tenderness at thy Beg. Thanks, dear lady! The despese di sight, Rosabella ! No; hatred fills my bosom marble walls--Alas! I faint ! wholly, and should Rugantino's dagger fail, my Ros. And there is no seat-Stay! stay! Det own-they are here ! Now thea for St. Rosa's couch from the shrine; the Beggar eines shrine! Away!
(Erit. ROSABELLA kneels behind him, and supports the mos (A solemn procession crosses the stage. Rosa- Rest here, father! Perhaps this essence >> BELLA, LAURA, and Ladies, Priests with vive.
(Giring a small lighted torches, &c. BETTINA, JuaniLLO, Beg. Kindest lady! You are you are the con Paolo, and Mob, as spectators.
daughter, I think ? SCENE II.-A Hall in the Palace.
kos. I am. Enter LOMELINO and MANFRONE.
Beg. Oh! dear lady. (Suddenly alterisy ku sous Man. Enough, Lomelino; the prince of Milan
Start not! your life is in danger! may depend on my services.
Ros, My life?
You shall not die ; but if you value existence, be Con. Where is the place of general rendezvous ? silent.
Fal. In the ruined Carthusian Monastery. When Ros. Unhand me! I'll fly, and
last we mustered
up, still detaining her, and whistles; she sinks Con. "i'is Memmo's voice.
Memmo rushes in, followed by Pisani.
Mem. There's a fine kettle of fish. [Drawing his dagger and rushing to stab her. Con. What's the matter, I say? Beg. I strike! (At the moment that Parozzi raises Mem. The devil's the matter! murder's the mat his arm, the Beggar stabs him ; Rosabella starts ter! hanging's the matter! The matter! Parozzi from the ground, but the Beggar still detains her, and is he is I can't bring my tongue to speak such a she falls exhausted into his arms.] Fear not ! tremble terrible word. not! but mark me! I have saved your life; Rosa- Pis. Friends, Parozzi is murdered. bella, remember that! Remember too, that from Con, Murdered ? this hour our fates are united indissolubly! thou Fal. By whom? art mine, Rosabella; thou never shalt be another's. Mem. By whom? by that fiend in a human form; Ros, Thine ? thine ?
by that pest, from whose knife no man's throat is Beg. Mine! | Holding up the dagger.] I swear it safe ; by Rugantino. by this blood, which I have shed for thee! by this Con. Fal, and Gon. Rugantino ? heart, which I would drain for thee ! by this kiss, Pis. Even so. thou Bravo's bride!
Mem. And what's worst, Parozzi has let him into Ros. (Struggling.] Fearful man; my voice-my our secret; and to obtain his own pardon, perhaps cries
at this moment the Bravo is telling all to the duke. Enter Camilla, by the iron gate.
Con. Confusion !
Fal. Steps on the stairs.
(Erit. Gon. Bar the door! Beg. I must away! But know'st thou, who press'd
(CONTARINO bars it hastily-knocking. thy cheek, "Rosabella ? Go; tell thy father, the Mem. We're all undone!
[Knocking. proud duke, 'twas the Bravo Rugantino!
Con. Is there no outlet ? Ros. Rugantino ?
Mem. None, none, except one. Thirty feet high, [She staggers back, and supports herself against out of the window into the canal ! [Knocking a pillar.
A Voice. (Without. Open, I say! Re-enter CAMILLA, followed by the PATRIARCH, and
AN Consp. What's that? what's that ? Monks, with turches; LAURA and the Ladies also
Con. Who speaks ? return in confusion. While they enter, RuGANTINO
( The door bursts open, and ROGANTINO appears throws off his false beard and Beggar's dress, and
in his Bravo's habit; his face is marked with
several scars. appears as a Friar; he steps behind a pillar, draws a coul over his face, and when the Monks enter, he
Rug. Rugantino! Your slave, sweet gentlemen mixes with the crowd.
Mem. I'm a dead man. Cam. This way, this way!
Con. You among us? You, Parozzi's murderer ? Patriarch. No one is here.
Rug. Right, but mark me, I loved Rosabella, Cam. 'Twas a Beggar, whose bloody dagger Parozzi was my rival, and I stabbed him to the Patriarch. Search every aisle. Away! heart. Now swear that Rosabella shall be mine,
[They disperse. elect me your chief, and I'll keep your secret. Rug. (As he passes RosaBella, whose Ladies are Con. You our chief ? Think you we'll stoop listening to CAMILLA's story, he clasps her hand, and Rug. Ye have stooped to vice; can ye stoop says in a low voice) Remember!
lower? Will you accept my terms ? Ros. (Starting. Heavens! that friar is,
Al. Never! Rug. (Shows her the bloody dagger.) I saved your Rug. Then go your own way; mine leads to the life!
duke-to the duke, sweet signors ! Farewell ! Ros. Leave me ! save yourself! fly!
[ Going. Rug. (Aloud, in a sanctified tone.) Benedicite ! Con. (Placing himself before the door, which he fair daughter.
(Exit. closes. Not so fast! draw, friends, draw! the vilRos. I die; oh, support me!
lian's in our power, and
[AU draw. (Her Ladies crowd around her; the PATRIARCH Rug. In your power? Ho. ho ! (Laughing.) Now and Monks return. ,
listen. When I left my home
Mem. That must be there for certain. SCENE IV.-A Chamber in Memmo's House.
[Pointing dounwards, Enter CONTARINO, PALIBRI, and Gonzaga. Ser
Rug. Silence !
Mem. Oh, mercy on me! vants bring in a Table, with goblets, lights, &c. Rug. I left on my table a sealed packet, containFal. "Tis strange that Parozzi is not yet arrived. ing a full account of your plans. This packet if Con. "Tis past the hour he mentioned.
I return not before the clock strikes eleven, will be Gon. Memmo too, who went to seek him, returns conveyed to the duke. Now then, if you choose to
stab me, I'll lend you a sword myself. [During these speeches, the Servants arrange the
(Throwing himself carelessly into a seat. table, and retire.
Con. Before eleven? | The chimes are heard.
Mem. And hark ! it chimes the three quarters. me give pain-I'm quite rexed with bir Oh! go, go, go, my dear Rugantino!
angry-I don't like him at all! Rug. Do you accept my terms ?
Cam. What, not like him? All. We do, we do!
Ros. No, not at all! Rug. A list of your associates.
Cam. Not at all. Con. Thou hast it.
[Giving a paper.
Ros. Not that I hate him neither; for en Rug. *[ Rises.] So: the attack must be made to- Camilla, there's no reason why I should be morrow night.
poor dear Flodoardo ? Con. To-morrow? The emperor's troops not ar
Cam. But there are reasons why you sko... . rived
to forget him. Rug. Cowards ! Hare ye not a host in Ru. Ros. Oh! as to that, I protest, I FOR gantino ?
every day to think no more of him, that alar. Con. It must not be, for
I think of nothing else! and when he deca Rug. No, must not? Then here I sit, and the love, didn't I frown and order him to qu.: Te. clock must strike eleven. [Resuming his seat. though I'm sure, I've done nothing but seene
Mem. Sit? sit? For heaven's sake, consent to every since he obeyed me? Now what canli thing if he will but go.
Camilla ? I'll go to my father, avow eres Con. I could tear my flesh. Rugantino, be all him, and perhapsas thou wilt. But time flies—the packet
Cam. (Dancing.) No; that step's not to Rug. Nay, I go; but first some wine.
Ros. And why is that step not rigbt? Mem. (Filling a goblet hastily.) There, there, my Cam. Because first you should sick thus: dear little fellow!
borée thus, thenRug. Now pledge nie, pledge me on your knees ! Ros. What, before I go to my father?
(All take goblets and kneel, ercept RUGANTINO. Cam. Lord! child, I wasn't thinking about you Al. We pledge you, Rugantino!
father; I was thinking of my new pas ses, skid Rug. (Starts from his chair.] Ho, ho! Look, mean to dance at the fële to-morrow. how low guilt can reduce the proudest. Rise, rise! Ros. Psha! Rugantino will not deign to drink with you. (Dash
Enter LACRA. ing down the Goblet.] Farewell!
[Going. Con. (To Falier1.) At least I'll watch whither Laura. Signora Camilla, your syren's dress • (Following him; KUGANTINO turns suddenly finished. round, and presents a pistol at him.
Cam. Oh! charming! I come, dear Laura. Rug. Follow me, and I fire. This pistol can kill
(En LACRA but one, 'tis true; but who among you chooses to be Ros. What! a syren's dress? that one ?
Cam. Yes; as you are to be the goddess Thetr, Mem. Not I, I'm sure !
I mean to be one of your syrens. Oh! such as Rug. Then let no one quit the room, till he hears Signora ! my whistle, or he dies. (He stops at the door, takes off Ros. Stay, stay, Camilla. Surely, at your are his hal, and bows.] Sweet signors, eternally, your Cam. My age? Let me die, child, but it slave.
[Erit. you talk, one would think I was quite paure' Be Mem. Thank heaven! he's gone at last.
cause the bud is more delicate, has the refulCon. 'Tis in vain to struggle.
blown no merits? Because I mayn't de for the Fal. We are in his toils; yet if he's honest, he'll blaze of meridian day, is there no such thing as be a powerful ally.
(The whistle is heard. candle-light beauty ? Let me tell yor, cbr, tha: Con. Hark! 'tis the signal.
in the eyes of some people, some people may have Fal. Away then!
(Exeunt. scarcely less charms ihan-some people, and Mem. Aye, aye, away with you! Oh! Memmo, though I mayn't represent quite as well as yourse" Memmo, Memmo ! Cursed was the hour, when you the goddess of spring, I fatter myself I n** poked your foolish noddle into a plot. (Exit. Sigure with great effect as a summer syren. I
time runs away, my tire-woman waits, and I & SCENE V.-Rosabella's Chamber.
arrange my cockle-shells. Adiez, mademaiset's Enter ROSABELLA and CAMILLA.
Ros. Poor Camilla! what pity that wat
a heart the levity of her head-yet why Cam. Ycs, child; your adventure with this Bravo folly so innocent, and which keeps beras has made the duke resolve, that you shall marry the humour with herself and others ? Ab! saber les prince of Milan instantly. As to your love for strive to dispel my own delision, so dass Flodoardo
myself and so repugnant to the wishes of my brands Ros. Love, Camilla ? Dear, dear, there's no love oh! Love, love, love! Dear, dear, I ! in the case ; what I feel for him is friendship- Vnow what the disagreeable word ncaas! esteem; and surely Flodoardo deserves to inspire such sentiments. Deserves ? Ah, what does Flodo-SCENE VI.- The Duke's Bed-dancer. A ardo not deserve ?
in the centre; on one side a bed in an als, Cam. Very well; then you'd be quite contented, other a large mirror. were Flodoardo to marry another woman?
Ros. Oh, but Flodoardo would not marry another The DUKE, LOMELINO, MANFRONE, STO" woman; of that I'm quite sure, Camilla.
BERTOLDO, and Attendants discucere Cam. Ah! child, child! I see this Flodoardo will Duke delivers letters to STEPHANO, E * make you give a great deal of pain to your dear
The Duke dismisses the rest, and seat kegood father.
[Practising her dance. Duke. Yet, after all, it must be ownei Ros. Indeed ?
Then I am sure I wish I had gantino is a singular character! The 22" never seen him. This odious Flodoardo--to make can do what he has done, must possess sucian