Parozzi.--Nay, the discontented populace, which at present sides
with us, would be perfectly well pleased if the sport began this
very night; delay the business longer, and their anger against
Andreas will cool, and render them unfit for our purpose.
Contarino.--Then let us decide the game at once; be to-morrow the
important day. Leave the Doge to my disposal. I'll at least engage
to bury my poniard in his heart, and then let the business end as it
may, one of two things must happen: either we shall rescue
ourselves from all trouble and vexation, by throwing everything into
uproar and confusion, or else we shall sail with a full wind from
this cursed world to another.
Parozzi.--Mark me, friends, we must go armed to the Doge's
entertainment.
Gonzaga.--All the members of the College of Ten have been
particularly invited -
Falieri.--Down with every man of them!
Memmo.--Aye, aye! Fine talking, but suppose it should turn out to
be down with ourselves?
Falieri.--Thou white-livered wretch! Stay at home, then, and take
care of your worthless existence. But if our attempt succeeds, come
not to us to reimburse you for the sums which you have already
advanced. Not a sequin shall be paid you back, depend on't.
Memmo.--You wrong me, Falieri; if you wish to prove my courage, draw
your sword and measure it against mine. I am as brave as yourself;
but, thank Heaven, I am not quite so hot-headed.
Gonzaga.--Nay, even suppose that the event should not answer our
expectations? Andreas once dead, let the populace storm as it
pleases; the protection of his Holiness will sanction our
proceedings.
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