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Title: The robbers, Fiesco, Love and intrigue
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Schiller, Ernst von, 1796-1841 Bohn, Henry G, (Henry George), 1796-1884, tr Dole, Nathan Haskell, 1852-1935 ed
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Publisher: London, J.C. Nimmo
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
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n you since mylast entertainment. Verrina. Do not count the hours, Fiesco! Heavyburdens have in that interval weighed down my agedhead. But enough of this — Fiesco. Not enough to satisfy the anxiety offriendship. You must inform me farther when we arealone. (Addressing Bourgognino.) Welcome, braveyouth ! Our acquaintance is yet green ; but my affec-tion for thee is already ripe. Has your esteem for meimproved ? Bourg. Tis on the increase. Fiesco. Verrina, it is reported that this braveyoung man is to be your son-in-law. Receive mywarmest approbation of your choice. I have conversedwith him but once; and yet I should be proud to callhim my relation. Verrina. That judgment makes me of my daugh-ter vain. Fiesco. (to the others) Sacco, Calcagno — all unfre-quent visitors — I should fear the absence of Genoasnoblest ornaments were a proof that I had been defi-cient in hospitality. And here I greet a fifth guest,unknown to me, indeed, but sufficiently recommendedby this worthy circle.
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FIESCO 227 Eomano. He, my lord, is simply a painter, byname Julio Eomano, who lives by theft and counter-feit of Natures charms. His pencil is his only escutch-eon ; and he now comes hither (bowing profoundly)to seek the manly outlines of a Brutus. Fiesco. Give me your hand, Eomano ! I love themistress of your soul with a holy fire. Art is the righthand of Nature. The latter only gave us being, buttwas the former made us men. What are the subjectsof your labour ? Eomano. Scenes from the heroic ages of antiquity.At Florence is my dying Hercules, at Venice my Cleo-patra, the raging Ajax at Eome, where, in the Vatican,the heroes of former times rise again to light. Fiesco. And what just now employs you ? Eomano. Alas! my lord, Ive thrown away mypencil. The lamp of genius burns quicker than thelamp of life. Beyond a certain moment the flameflickers and dies. This is my last production. Fiesco. (in a lively manner) It could not comemore opportune. I feel to-day a more than usualcheerfulnes

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