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HAEEISON, SOLE LESSEES; THURSDAY, DEC. 6th, 1860. FIRST EDITION. LONDON: PUBLISHED AND SOLD IN THE THEATRE. NOTICE TO MANAGERS. Miss Louisa Pyne and Mr. W. Harrison having purchased this Opera, with the exclusive acting and singing right, all applications must be made to them, in writing, for permission to perform or sing the same, or any part thereof. Royal English Opera, December 6th, 1860. 7fZ.i Bnu l$(*a gramatijs Matteo Visconti (Duke of Milan) ... Me. ALBERTO LAWRENCE. Count Malespina {Chief of Conspirators) Me. HENRY WHARTON. Memmino ( A Young Nobleman)... ... Me. HENRY CORRI. Beppo {Attached to the Duke's Household) Me. A. ST. ALBYN. Sal'V iati {Friends and Counsellors o/“C ^ E * MonteeEale ) the Duke) ( Me. CHAPMAN. Mk^hele {A Ruffian in the Service of | Me qr^tTAN KELLY. Malespina) ... ... ... ... ) IIeeald oe Milan. Me. THEODORE DISTIN. AND Foetespada {The Bravo) . Me. W. HARRISON. Captain of the Guards, Heralds, Conspirators, Nobles, Ladies, Monks Guards, Servants, People, Citizens, and Citizens’ Wives, &c. BiAnca {Daughter of the Duke) ... ... Miss LOUISA PYNE. Zepfieina {Attached to her Service) ... Miss THIRLWALLt. BIANCA. Under the rule of Matteo Visconti, Duke of Milan, a notorious Bravo, of the name of Fortespada, has become] the terror of the whole city. Count Males- pini, a powerful noble, desirous of dethroning the Duke, and of avenging himself for the rejection of his proffered love by the Duke’s daughter, Bianca, has planned a conspiracy, for the furtherance of which he has been in communication with the noted Bravo. At a meeting of the Conspi¬ rators, Fortespada appears, and offers to join them, on condition that he is to be considered as their chief. He overhears, at the same time, the plan of Malespina for the murder of Bianca, by Michele, r a ruffian in his pay, and when the assignation is on the point of being completed, in a shrine attached to the Cathedral of Milan, where Bianca is in prayer, saves her life, in the disguise of a beggar, by stabbing the ruffian. He declares himself, however, to the alarmed Bianca as the terrible Bravo, and, in return for his service, claims her as his bride. The position of Bianca is complicated by her love for Odoardo, a young warrior of unknown birth, and the desire of her father that she should wed his powerful ally, the Prince of Ferrara. Alarmed at the threats of the Bravo, the Duke is desirous of hastening the nuptials of his daughter, in spite of her entreaties, and, to his consternation, is visited, in his chamber, by the Bravo himself, who offers to betray the names and plans of the conspirators, upon the condition of receiving Bianca as his bride. His proposal is treated with scorn. The Duke summons his guards to seize the miscreant; but Fortespada escapes; and, to complete the general terror, Beppo, a former servant of the Prince of Ferrara, brings the information that his master has fallen by the dagger of the Bravo. The young warrior, Odoardo, the object of Bianca’s affection, is announced as having returned to Milan from the army, and appears to his beloved in the person, but not in the aspect of Fortespada. The Duke [surprises the lovers, but, after a struggle with his pride, consents to their union, on the condition that Odoardo should deliver the Bravo into his hands. At a great ball, given by the Duke, the festivities are arrested by the appearance of Odoardo, to fulfil his promise. He then divulges that he and the Bravo are one. Orders are given for his seizure, but he declares the guards to be in his pay, and announces the intended fall of the Duke. At the moment of the supposed triumph of Malespina and the Conspirators, he directs the guards to arrest them. He explains that, as Odoardo, he had routed the real Bravo, had learned frobi him, when dying, the purpose of the conspirators, and, having assumed the disguise of the Bravo, had thwarted their plans. He avowr, moreover, that he is the Prince of Ferrara, who, as Odoardo, had sought to win the love of Bianca for himself alone, having employed his faithful agent Beppo to assist him in his schemes. Bianca finds herself, with joy, in truth “ The Bravo’s Bride.” BIANCA ACT I. SCENE I.—The Cathedral Square of Milan. Cathedral in profile, with steps leading up’to the Great Entrance. [At the rise of the Curtain groups of Penitents are kneeling on the steps of the Cathedral and in various parts of the Stage. Groups of People in the Market Square.] INTRODUCTION. (Organ in the Cathedral.) Pen. To thee above our hearts we raise, Thy sacred name devoutly praise ; When ills our path of life invade, Look down, look down, and grant us aid! [A tumultuous Crowd of People, Citizens and Citizens’ Wives, enters behind from various sides. A Herald appears behind at C., with a proclamation, attended by Guards and Trumpeters. Flourish of Trumpets. The Crowd gives way. Her. In the name of the high and puissant Matteo Visconti, Duke of Milan,— Whereas sundry fearful assassinations have been committed by the hand of the notorious bravo, "Fortespada, Whereas he has become the terror of the city of Milan, and the whole country round, And whereas it has become imperative that a stop should be put to these iniquities : 6 A reward of live hundred ducats is offered to whosoever shall dis¬ cover the retreat of the Bravo, and deliver him up alive or dead ! Long live the Duke ! Cho. [Flourish of trumpets, the Herald and Attendants disappear. What man so bold, as e’er should dare The proffer’d large reward to claim h The stoutest heart alone would scare, The terror of the Bravo’s name. Men. Before his aspect wild the boldest fly; Women I cannot sleep for dread ! Other Women. Nor I! All the Women. Nor I ! Chorus Repeated. Mem. Enter Memmino, c., through the crowd. Who talks of dread of Fortespada ? Pooh ! Enter Beppo, C., through the crowd. Bep. Mem. Bep. Signor Memmino, ’tis of course not you ! I ? with contempt I treat the notion—Pah ! Behold him ! Mem. (in terror) Heav’ns ! where 1 where ? (runs away) All. (laughing) Ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! Bep. ’Tis Odoardo’s arm alone can save Mem. The state from danger— He ! a base-born knave— A low adventurer ? Bep. Your malice damp Signor ! (threatens.) Mem. (alarmed) No ! no ! a noble soul ! (aside) a scamp! Cho. Wom. Mem. All. Bep. Our hero general— So handsome—young— So bold!—so brave! Though from tne people sprung But, with the army he is far away, And Fortespada still maintains bis sway— 7 The Bravo’s fearful deeds though rumour swells, More awful still the tale the legend tells ! Cho. A legend—speak—we would the legend hear— Yes, yes, although it chill our hearts with fear! Bep. The demon of darkness, see ! In lurid glare, Behold him there, A burden in his talons bear ! He chuckles in terrible glee, With spiteful frown, As he lays it down, Before the gates of Milan town ! What has he brought upon earth 1 What fearful ban Has he laid on man ? To work above all the ill he can 1 ’Tis his own son, in whose birth He spies a curse For the universe, To make its lot of ill yet worse! That demon baby child Is now the Bravo wild ! ’Tis Fortespada! Oho. Fortespada! Bep. Oh, yes ! if not the devil, His offspring he must be ! The cause of every evil In Milan town is he ! He’s a finger in the pi§, In all the mischief here— If e’er a mortal die ’Tis by his hand, ’tis clear ! If ever there’s a fire ’Tis lit by him—the Turk And that last earthquake dire I’m sure was all his work 8 Oho. (repeating) Oh yes! if not the devil, His offspring he must be ! The cause of ev’ry evil In Milan town is he! Cho. At gloom of eve to roam forbear, When deeds of blood his power proclaim— His murd’rous hand of wrath beware— For fearful is the Bravo’s name ! [Monks appear at the gate and on steps of Cathedral. Mon. As Guardians of the Sacred Shrine We bid you hence away— For Milan’s duke his daughter brings Before the shrine to pray ; The hour draws nigh—the gates we close, This eve of lioly-day. Our sacred rites we would prepare ; Profane, away ! away ! Clio, (retiring) The hour draws nigh—the gates they close, This eve of holy-day, Their sacred rites they would prepare— Let us away, away ! [The Chorus dies away, diminuendo. The Crowd gradually dis¬ perses at back. END OF INTRODUCTION. SCENE II.—Handsome apartment in the house of Memmino, entrance door c., side doors r. and l. Table, with flasks of wine and goblets. Enter Montalto, following Memmino, from it. KECITATIVE. Mon. Signor Memmino, stay ! your presence, as you know, is needed here, Mem. Oh yes, I know. (Aside) Would I could get away ! Mon. It is the hour when all the noble chiefs Of our conspiracy assemble here—the sjiot of all Milan Least open to suspicion. Mem. Yes! Oh what a virtue prudence is, good friend ! Mon. Our wrongs demand that Milan’s duke, our foe, Matteo di Visconti fall, That his too liberal rule in sterner hands be placed. To work our ends—your house is ours. Mem. ( laughing nervously) You don’t say so ! M’on. ( severely ) No jest Is this. Mem. I’m far from jesting, I protest. Mon. But you have sworn your noble cause to aid— Mem. I know I did. {Aside) They frightened me with threats. Mon. Your wealth in this great service is engaged— Mem. My wealth—Oh yes ! It was for that. (Aside) Oh dear ! Mon. Ten thousand ducats you have promised. Mem. Ten—ten thousand— (hesitating) —yes ! (Aside) Ten thousand drops of blood ! Mon. Ten thousand! ’twas your oath—your oath. Mem. I know, my oath. Don’t speak so gruff—pray don’t. Mon. ’Tis in a glorious cause. Mem. Oh, yes ; ’tis a fine thing, such a conspiracy — When it succeeds—but if it don’t—oh, lor’! Mon. Peace, peace, I say, weak man ! No more of this. Mem. (to himself) Yes, that’s the way they treat me ; They half snap off my nose; And then they threat to beat me, If I their plot disclose. (Assuming boldness) What if I boldly swagger, And strut, and stamp, and swear, And, like them, be a bragger 1 I’d show them— (movement without ), (Alarmed) —Heavens ! who’s there ? Mon. They come ! it is our chief; ’tis Malespina with his friends. Malespina enters with Michele and Conspirators. Mon. Welcome, most noble Count. 10 Mem. (winging) Most noble Count— I am enchanted— I — Mal. Enough! Mem. (drawing back) Oh, yes ! of course. Mal. Are all assembled now—the daring heads of our complot ? Mem. The daring ones—oh, yes ! Mal. ( looking round) But Contarini fails. Mon. He surely will be here anon. Mal. ’Tis well. All prospers for our cause : The ducal guard is bribed ; The church is zealous for our good ; The Emperor approves. When once the blow is struck, His troops will hasten to support us—and, meanwhile, We must be zealous, bold. Others, (except Memmino) All! All ! [Malespina looks sharply at Memmino . Mem. (feebly) Oh, yes—of course—all! all! Mon. The Puke’s prime counsellors must be dispatched— Montereale—Salviati. Mem. (aside) There go two ! Mal. For that I have provided. In my pay I have the Bravo of Milan—his dagger will be sure. Others. The Bravo of Milan 1 Mal. Yes, Fortespada. Others. Fortespada ! Ah ! Mem. The devil!—I meai}, he’s just the man— Mal. Scarce had I breathed the wish to gain his arm, For our great cause, when, in my chamber, by my side, I found this missive strange. See here ! [Gives paper to Montalto. Mon. (reading) “ Ye, who need my dagger, seek me; ye shall find—» “Ye, who blood would shed, shall see it—shed around— “ When you meet, wherever gathered— there behold The Bravo Fortespada !” Mem. (alarmed) Should he be coming here. I faint with fright! 11 Mal. Mysterious man—all powerful he seems— Mem. No wonder, when he is the—what I’ve said. Mal. But first must perish that adventurer base, The favourite of the Puke—the peoples’ idol hero—he Whom most I hate and fear—young Odoardo. Mem. (i aside ) Now, there goes another— Mal. Bianca, the Duke’s daughter, as I fear, Looks kindly on him—me she has rejected; Despised me ; but her doom is fixed—she too must die ! Mem. Another now ! Pray Heaven, I’m not the first, From very fear— Mal. The afflicted Duke then falls an easy prey— This very eve his daughter dies. All. (but Michele) This very eve ? Mal. This very eve she comes to pray, at the Cathedral shrine, Alone, as is her wont. And, as a monk disguised, My vassal here, Michele, will lay wait, and deal the blow. Mic. Fear not, my arm is firm (shows dagger). All. This very eve ! AIB— Malespina. Mal. Yes, proud Bianca, soon thou’lt learn to know How far the pow’r of slighted love can go. When cruel scorn and cold disdain A loving heart have crush’d, By weakling minds the bitter pain May be in pardon hush’d. But o’er the soul when passion wild Its thunder-blast has blown, The heart by pity ne’er beguil’d, For vengeance breathes alone. Yes, thou and lover too, Ye both shall fall, To satisfy my hate ! The fatal hour of woe Shall sound for all, Beneath the stroke of fate ! In deadly shroud, See o’er them loom The vengeance-cloud That bears their doom ! The lightning flash, In withr’ing blow, To earth shall dash Each hated foe! All is prepar’d—this destin’d hand Of one bold injur’d man Holds rich reward—dishonour’s brand— Life, death, within its span ! Yes ! Yes ! In deadly shroud, &c., &c. (Da Capo). [ Enter Contarini, f.e.l., hurriedly. RECITATIVE. All. ’Tis Contarini ! Why this strange alarm ? speak—say ! Con. One moment—give me breath ! Mal. Speak quickly ! Con. As I fear, we are betrayed ! All. Betrayed! Mem. Betrayed! where shall I run 1 All. Betrayed! Con. The usual guard has been removed—our firm allies— ^ And, in their place, young Odoardo’s troops the palace fill— Mal. Unlucky chance ! but courage—courage still ! FINALE. Mal. Friends ! we must act without delay— Others. Yes ! act without delay ! 13 Mem. Mal. Others. Mem. Mal. Others. Mem. Mal. Others Mem. Mal. Others. Mal. Others. Mem. Mal. Others. Mem. Mal. Others. Mem. Mal. Others. Mem. How shall I get away % Our courage and our zeal display— Our courage we’ll display ! I tremble with dismay ! ’Tis Odoardo first must die ! ’Tis he who first must die ! With terror I shall die, On whose bold arm shall we rely 1 On whom shall we rely h I could’nt do’t! Not I! Hear me, my friends ! To fate we will confide The task of choice. The lot shall now decide Who strikes the blow— Yes ! let the lot decide Who strikes the blow h by that we will abide I [During the following, Malespina seizes Memmino’S hat in spite of him, and puts it on the table. The others then write their names on slips of paper, which Michele gives. Mem- mino tries to avoid the lot, by dodging round the table—hut Malespina catches hold of him, and forces him to write his name. This hat shall be the fatal urn, ( Takes Memmino’ s hat.) Behold the fatal urn ! My hat he makes the urn ! Let each his name inscribe in turn. [They write. Each write his name in turn ! I can’t—I freeze—I burn. [Dodges away. May fortune now assist the brave ! Good fortune aid the brave ! To go away I crave. [Tries to escape. Nor shall escape one traitor knave [He has caught Mem. No ! die the traitor knave ! They call me traitor knave ! [Memmino is forced to write, and place his name in the hat. Malespina is about to draw the lot, when a violent knock is heard on the secret door, l.c. All start in surprise. Memmino terrified. 14 All. What’s that ? Mem. The guard ! We’re all caiiglit in the snare ! [A heavy knock again. All. Again! Mem. * Undone! All. Speak out ! Who’s there ? who’s there Voice (without) Fortespada. All (with surprise) Fortespada ! [The door c. is thrown violently open. Fortespada enters in the dress of a bravo; his hair long and shaggy • black beard; bushy eye-brows; his face marked with scars and patches— his whole appearance fearful. Foe. {at the door) Fortespada ! [tie advances. {Reckless and gay) Sweet gentlemen, your slave j You know, my word I gave Wherever you were gathered to appear. You want a few friends dead, And blood is to be shed— You call on Fortespada ! He is here ! All The bravo ! Mem. What a fright! Oh, I shall die ! Mal. What would you ? For. Tis you seek me—you, not I. In what pray can I serve you ?—is it my sword ? All. Your dagger. For. At your service, on my word ; But terms I have to make—- To slight them or to take On my honour as a bravo, you are free* Of all this pretty plot, Or else he serves you not, Your chief must Fortespada ever be. Mal. You, you our chief! All. Our chief! No, never—no! For. My terms you don’t accept ? Well, then I’ll go And call upon the Duke—all one to me ! Sweet gentlemen, farewell. [Going up cenin. 15 Mal. ( Placing himself before door , until draum sword) Think not to flee. Draw all and strike ‘ the villain’s in our pow’r! For. Your pow’r ! Ha ! ha ! ha! ha ! Pray, what’s the hour ? [Seats himself carelessly at table. All. This insolence ! For. I’ve on my table lay’d A scroll, in which your plans are all betray’d : If eight the hour should chime, And I’m not home in time, ' The Duke will have the packet, on my word. And now you know what fate Will your treachery await. If you’d stab me, I myself will lend the sword. [The Conspirators draw back and speak among themselves. Chimes heard without. For. It is the half-hour sounds ! Mem. It makes me quake. Sweet bravo, go. For. My offer do you take ? All. We do—we do. For. ( rising) ’Tis well; your chief am I! And by my hand the foes of right shall die ! Now, first your list of names— Mal. No, never ! All. No ! For. ( sitting down) Then here I sit— Mem. Consent—and let him go Mal. (aside) Oh rage ! (Aloud) ’Tis there ! [Gives a paper. For. (taking it, and turning to go) All right ! Adieu ! Mal. Forbear! The solemn oath, that binds us, you must swear! In the matter of an oath, More or less, I’m nothing loth, For. 10 And delighted if our views should correspond. To me it is all one If oath I take or none, For my word is as good as my bond l Mal. Swear! All. Swear ! [They all draw their swords, and cross them during the oath* Forte sp ad a draws his sword likewise. Memmino very unwillingly. ENSEMBLE. All. Upon this trusty blade I swear, By all most dear below, And holiest above, All ill to risk and all to dare, And faithful to my vow Through every danger prove, Till prostrate at my feet my foes I see, And Milan from its hated tyrants free. For. Yes—yes—I swear, By Heav’n above That all I dare, And faithful prove Till prostrate at my feet, my foes I see, And Milan from its traitor tyrants free. Mem. (during this) Of course I swear— ’Tis vain I know— I ne’er shall dare To take the vow— I neither hear nor see— Oh, could I but get free ! Now, pray, sweet bravo, go. No, first a cup of wine. A nd you shall pledge your chief. For. 17 {They show unwillingness) How’s this ? Do you decline % Oh, very well. [Going up. All. No ! No ! Mal. {aside) My veins I’d open tear With rage. For. A cup of wine, I say. Mem. {Thrusting a goblet into his hand) Be quick. There ! there For. Glorious wine ! Liquor divine ! Thou art the- sun on hearts to shine ! Bright sparkling stream, How dost thou gleam— A vision of Heaven—a Paradise dream ! Souls to excite, Spirits invite To revel in joy is thy delight. Goblet in hand, Who can withstand Woman’s fond smile, or man’s command 1 So pledge me fair in glorious wine ; And all to hail your chief combine. All. We pledge thee fair in glorious wine; And all to hail our chief combine. Hail! Fortespada, hail ! [As Fortespada goes up to refill his goblet, Malespina takes Michele aside. Mal. Thy hand is firm for this night’s work 1 Mic. Ne’er did it fail. Bianca dies ! For. {coming dovm between them) You said % Mal. ’Twas naught. (Aside) He made me quail. [Fortespada looks at them a moment, then goes up again. Mal. (low, to Contarini) You follow—watch. B 18 For. (turning quickly on Oontarini) Ha ! is it so 1 The first who stirs is lost ! Mem. Pray, let him go. For. Sweet gentlemen, your slave ! Your pardon I must crave, If so roughly your attendance I repel. When murder’s in the case, Politeness must give place ; And briefly Fortespada bids farewell. Others. (during this ) He goes, and broken thus the spell— We breathe once more. He bids farewell. For. Farewell! [Fortespada going by the c. door. END OF ACT I. 19 ACT II. SCENE I. An Aisle of tlie Cathedral of Milan, leading to a Chapel, occupies e. of stage.—Entrance to chapel p. e. e., with illuminated window above. —Cloisters occupy L. of stage.—The Shrine of the Saint c. in front of division of the stage—steps lead up to it—At further end of the Aisle Gates opening upon the Cathedral-square—Evening. Ladies (attendants upon Bianca) enter by gates at back. CHORD S —Ladies. As slowly fades the light of day, Alone, at holy shrine to pray, Designs our mistress fair. ’Tis sweet, with pure and simple mind, The heart’s best balm, content, to find In true and fervent pray’r. At the end of chorus, enter Bianca, then Nobles, Oepicees, and Guaeds —Flourish—Enter Duke Matteo Visconti. — Later, Malespina, Contaeini, Montalto and Michele. Duke, {who holds a 'payer in his hand — in agitation ) ’Tis insolence unparallell’d 1 Bia. My sire, What agitates you thus i why this strange ire ‘l Duke. This moment, in the crowd, this paper wild Was thrust into my hand—read ! read ! my child. Bia, (reading). “ I have heard your proclamation, Duke of Milan ; “ Five hundred ducats you have offer’d for my head— “ Five thousand more to him can seize me I will give : “ The Bravo Fortespada.” The Bravo Fortespada, ah I b 2 [Lets fall the scroll. 20 Mal. Unheard Audacity ! Con. ’Tis insolence absurd ! Bia. My father, ah ! of that dread man the name Alone seems death ! a tremor through my frame Ban darkly as that fearful scroll I read. Duke. Fear not! the glaive of justice o’er his head Will quickly fall ! Be calm ! Within this shrine The church protects thee with her pow’r divine. No more of this ! Thy foolish fears deride. When ended thy devotions, to thy side I will return. BrA. My fears, see, I dispel, And smile again. Duke. One kiss, my child, farewell! [The Duke salutes Malespina and Conspirators with cordiality, and goes up with Officers, Guards, &c. —As the Duke and Train exeunt c., an Old Beggar presses through the crowd, and hides behind the shrine as the others exeunt— During the ensuing chorus Malespina speaks aside to his friends who go out.—He then confers alone with Michele. CHOBUS— Ladies. As slowly fades the light of day, &c., &c. BECITATIYE. Mal. (to Michele) One last appeal to that proud heart I’ll make— Let her but smile on me, I spare her yet, But if again she scorn, complete thy work. [Michele bows and goes up. (Aloud to Bianca) Fair lady ! Bia (aside) He still here—that hated man. Mal. Will’t deign to grant me one short interview 1 Bia. Count Malespina, I forbade your presence. ’Twere best we spoke no more, 21 Mal. . Bianca, list! one moment—but one word, And bear me, as though death between us stood ; This word my last to thee. Bia. Importunate! To such appeal ’twere base to close my ear. For the last time I’ll hear thee,—’tis the last—the last. [Bianca makes a sign to her Ladies, who retire into Chapel. Mal. (to hi in self.) Perchance the last, indeed ! Proud beauty, ay ! For death thy lot, shouldst thou my suit defy ! DUET. Although with cold disdain My ardent love you have repell’d,— Forbear ! No more that strain ! Yet ne’er has been the passion quell’d. Then pity show. No more! My feelings spare ; My heart you break, That pity I implore— Ay, mark me well! for thine own sake ! Beject not my appeal, Nor coldly spurn. [Kneels. Ah! vainly would you kneel, Hear me in turn! ’Tis not with cold disdain, Your ardent love I would repel— My pleading yet was vain— My heart yields to another spell— Another’s love— No more! My soul you rouse. Mal. Bia. Mal. Bia. Mal. Bia. Mal. Bia. Mal. \ Bia. Mal. Mal. Bia. Mal, (aside) In wrath you part: Forbearance I implore— No longer mine to give, my heart! f In vain would she implore, \ ’Gainst ev’ry pray’r is steel’d my heart?) This lover bold proclaim! His name, I say—his name! No—no! From every eye, My secret dead must lie! ’Tis done! my last hope flies! Her doom is seal’d—she dies! ENSEMBLE. Mal. Vain is my appeal! Soon the deadly steel, Shall my vengeance deal, Maiden proud, on thee! Darkly o’er my soul Fearful visions roll! Nearly looms the goal Of deep revenge to me! Bia. Vain is his appeal! And his looks of steel Fearfully reveal Terrors new for me ! Darkly o’er my soul Gath’ring tremors roll! From fears without control My mind I cannot free! Mal. My love can change to hate! Bia. No more! no more, I pray! Mal. Proud woman, meet thy fate! Bia. Go! leave me—hence away! Mal. Ensemble da ca})o. Vain is my appeal! &c. &c. Bia. Yain is his appeal! &c. &c. [Malespina goes up, makes apart a sign to Michele to com- plete his purpose, and exit. The gates are closed behind him. Michele watches a moment, and during the following, enters the Chapel, e. RECITATIVE. Bia. Forebodings sad come creeping o’er my mind ; He went in anger and with threat’ning mien. My Odoardo, where art thou ? Fresh courage to my heart thy love would give. Alas ! far, far away is he ! No more of this In solitary prayer, the soul’s best solace, Holy Saint, to thee my vows I bring. FINALE. [The scene is now gloomy. The Old Beggae appears from behind the Shrine, and approaches Bianca kneeling. He is in loose tattered garments, with a long white beard Loans on staff. Beg. Alas ! alas ! Bia. ( turning ) Who’s there ? That plaintive tone ! Beg. Will no one aid a poor old man ? Bia. ( rising and going to him) Alone I little can—but, father, lean on me. Beg. Alas ! my poor old limbs ! I faint—I fall \Totters and falls. Bia. See—see ! This essence may revive thee. [Offers smelling bottle. Beg. Lady dear, Thanks ! thanks ! you’re kind— Bia. ( supporting his head) Could I thy spirit cheer. 24 Beg. Good lady—you—unless my eyesight fail, The Duke’s fair daughter ? Bia. Yes. Beg. Then bear my tale. (Changing manner , with sudden energy , fri her ear) Start not—your life’s in danger ! Bia. My life ! Beg. But nothing fear. Bja. ( starting up) Ah me ; who art thou, stranger ? Beg. To guard thee I am here, From every ill. [Seizes her hands. Bia. I tremble. Unhand me—let me fly. Beg. No, no. Your fears dissemble. Be silent, or you die ! [The Old Beggar hides rapidly behind the Shrine, as Michele enters disguised as a monk from Chapel, k. Bianca Hies to Michele. Bia. Good monk, your aid, Mic. She falls an easy prey ! Alone ! it is the time ! [He seizes Bianca. Bia. {Alarmed.) What would you, say ? That fearful look, Mic. {dragging her towards shrine) In vain you strive, Bia. . Ah! me, Mic. The death blow falls ! [He lifts his dagger to stab her. Bec. {rushing between them and stabbing Michele) It falls on thee ! on thee ! [Michele falls dead. Bianca staggers, fainting with fright. The Beggar catches her in his armfe, and holds her sinking form. Organ, and Prayer, in Chapel. 25 Beg. Look up, look up, my dearest, Thy life is saved by me ; What is’t thou longer fearest 1 ’Tis love supports thee,—see ! By gratitude requited, My heart and soul are thine ! Our fates are now united— For ever art thou mine ! Bia. ( faintly ) Good heavens ! thine ? Beg. For ever mine ! [Holding up the dagger.) I swear it by this blood for thee I’ve shed, I swear it by this heart to others dead, I swear it by this kiss —what’er betide Thou art my bride alone—the Bravo’s Bride. Bia, (, struggling) Release me, fearful man. Ah woe ! Away ! Beg. So be’t; but ere I go— Dost know who kiss’d thy cheek—who press’d thy hand % Dost know who on thy heart has stamp’d his brand ? Go tell thy father, on his throne of pride, ’Twas Fortespada—thou the Bravo’s Bride ! Bia. [screaming with terror) Ah ! Fortespada ! Come to aid ! Help ! help ! Protect me, wretched maid ! [Fortespada throws off liis beggar’s dress and appears as a Monk. He pulls the cowl over his face and hides for a moment. Organ ceases—Ladies rush out from the Chapel in terror and confusion. The doors behind are broken open and the Crowd pours in with torches—Officers, Guards, &c.— Monks hurry in. Afterwards the Duke and Atten« dants pierce through the tumult. All. What voice of terror calls to aid % This way ; this way. r J he shrine invade. What have we here ? A h ! sight of fear. [The Monks raise the body of Michele. 26 Duke. (coming down) My child, my child, why this despair ? All. By terror chill’d, behold her stare ! Duke. Speak, speak my child, what dost thou fear % All. [pointing to corpse) Behold a monk lies murd’red here ! Duke. Speak—speak ! Bia. ( faintly ) A beggar— Duke. Search around! All. Yes, search, and be the miscreant found ! [As all search, Fortespada, as Monk, approaches Bianca, who lies cowering in front. Foil. ( low to her ) Bemember ! Bia. (springing up) Ah ! For. Woulds’t thou betray The man who saved thy life this day ? Bia. ISTo, no ! Go; save thyself and fly ! For. (as Monk) My blessing, daughter fair, Bia. I die! [Fortespada disappears as they all come forward. Bianca is supported by the Duke. Cho. Ah, myst’ry strange! About,'around, The murd’rer vile is nowhere found ! Bia. (wildly) Those fearful words ! Whate’er betide, Thou’rt mine—thou art the Bravo’s Bride ! My child ! those words ! Where shall I hide My doomed head ? The Bravo’s Bride ! See, see ! he hovers by my side, He claims me as the Bravo’s Bride ! Bianca, in my heart confide ! Why these strange words, u The Bravo’s Bride ?” A myst’ry strange her terrors hide, In those wild words “ The Bnivo’s Bride.” [Bianca faints. Tableau of consternation. Curtain. Duke Bia. Duke Cho. END OF ACT TWO. ACT III. SCENE I.—Apartment of Biakca, open at back—Boors e. and l. [Groups of Dancers are practising steps for the Masque. Zeffieina with a lute (old-fasliioned guitar) directs the movements.] INTRODUCTION.— Ensemble. Zef. One, two, three, sliding now In pas sublime; One, two, three, biding now One bar for time ; One, two, three, cutting now High in the air ; One, two, three, strutting now With a grace rare. Cho. We’ll practice well our pas sublime, A nd carefully we’ll count our time ; Untir’d all with zealous care, To-morrow’s masque, see, we prepare ! Zef. A grander masque no one has seen who lives, Than that to-morrow eve his Highness gives. Myself and other beauties of the Court Appear as Goddesses. ’Twill be rare sport! I’m charming in a masque. Cho. ( laughing ) A mask, no doubt! Zef. Last year, as Yenus, no one found me out. Cho. (as before) In such disguise no wonder ! 28 Zef. All ! ’twas rare! When I unmask’d, ye pow’rs, how they did stare! Oh ! had you seen me dance of yore My choicest pas, The times gone by how you’d deplore. Cho. ( laughing to each other) Ha ! ha! ha ! ha ! Zef. (dancing) With measur’d step—in stately pride— With now a sink—and now a slide— Slow turn of hands—and grave chassez — And curtseys low that grace display— In gorgeous peacock train, When I swam by, there’s not a man Whose? heart did not enchain My graces in the proud Pa van. Cho. (as before) Ha ! ha ! ha ! ha ! Zef. But still I can unbend — To-morrow night Plow think you, I appear, for your delight 1 Cho. Perhaps Medusa—of the Buries three] The chief— Zef. Oh, no ! A Siren I shall be ! In dress divine, Oh ! I shall shine ! With glitt’ring bells, And cockle-shells, And sea-weed green, The brightest seen— And coral fair All down my hair ! A comb in this hand I shall hold— In this a mirror all of gold ; And then, of course, as is the rule, I figure in a brisk pas-seul. (Dancing and singing) La! la! la! la! la! la! &c. • Cho. ( Laughing) Pla! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! &c. 29 Zef. But you forget yourselves In idleness perverse— Come, come, my fairy elves, Yoursteps you must rehearse. Ensemble repeated. Zef. One—two—three—sliding now, &c., &c., &c. Cho. We’ll practise well our pas sublime, &c., &c., &c. [Beppo peeps in, l. D. Bep. Signora! May I venture to appear ? Zef. (to others) Ah ! Signor Beppo ’tis—our new page here. Bep. (tenderly) Delighted at his lot to meet you thus. Zef. (as before) By young Ferrara’s Prince transfer’d to us. Bep. As he your lady’s bridegroom soon will be, Between us two there’s sympathy, you see ! Zef. Ferrara’s Prince her bridegroom ! who can tell ? Bep. It is her father’s will! Zef. I know that well! [Turns np. Bep. (aside) Oh ! what a cruel notion On me this task to set, To feign a soft emotion, And court this old coquette ! The secrets to discover, Of lady’s heart I’ve sworn, And from her unknown lover, Her constancy to turn ! But my young prince’s scheme I must fulfil! (To Zef.) Could I your graces see without a thrill ? Zef. Hast seen me dance h Bep. Oh ! rapture ! yes ! Zef. Where ? where ? Bep. In my dfeams only ! Zef. Pretty ! I declare ! (turns coquettishly.) 30 Bep. {aside) Oh ! what a cruel notion! &c., &c. {repeated.) {To Zef., coming down) A place, as dancer, you've reserved forme, A Triton to your Siren I shall be ! Your lesson I attend as humble slave. {Aside) Now then to sift her ! Zef. Mind how you behave ! Hold up your head, turn out your toes ! Bep. To your sweet swain, I pray, disclose How stands your pretty mistress, love ! Zef. You never will a dancer prove, If thus you stand ! Bep. Say ! does her heart Ferrara’s Prince some hope impart 1 Zef. Don’t talk of hearts, but mind your gait— Bep. But say, at least, she does not hate ? Zef. Attention ! or to me No partner you shall be ! Bep. My every thought is thine, My siren maid divine ! ENSEMBLE. Bep. {Aside) If with such idle prate, She drives me desperate, Her confidence to gain, I thus shall strive in vain. Zef. If in such woeful state Your head you don’t hold straight, My purpose to attain I thus shall strive in vain. Cho. She’s in a woeful state— His head he won’t hold straight—- Her purpose to attain See thus she strives in vain. 31 Bep. (to himself.) What step to take? Zef. (teaching.) What step ? Why, this. Bep. (as before) For learn I must. Zef. If thus remiss, You’ll never learn,— Bep. (aside) It must he done. (Aloud) Your lady’s heart is not yet won ; Zef. ( teaching) Yes, one—and two— Bep. Have you essay’d The Prince’s hopes of love to aid ? Zef. I’ve spared no pains— Bep. (eagerly) Her heart to reach In his behalf ? Zef. No, you to teach ; But for the dance you’ve not The slightest genius got. Bep. (aside) ’Tis really quite absurd, I can’t extract a word. ENSEMBLE. Bep. (aside) In such a hopeless case I only earn disgrace ; Her confidence to gain, Alas ! I strive in vain. Zef. In such a hopeless case, My efforts I misplace; My purpose to attain, Alas ! I strive in vain. Cho. That ’tis a hopeless case, Beveals her sad grimace; Her purpose to attain, ’Tis clear she strives in vain. 32 Zef. But hark ! my lady comes*. Bep. I take my leave. Ah ! lovely Siren, to depart I grieve— On that sweet hand let me imprint a kiss. [Kisses her hand. Oh, joy! And, on that taper finger, this, Sent by Ferrara’s Prince— [Places a ring on her finger. Zef. 1 do declare, A diamond ring ! Bep. And to your lady fair One word for him you’ll say. (Aside) Now all to tell That I have done. Farewell, my dove — Zef. ( coquettishly) Cho. Farewell! [Exit B >, l . d . Bia. Zef. Bia. Zef. With fervour rare, And homage meet, Our lady fair, We love to greet. A sunlight beam On ev’ry heart, In golden gleam Her charms impart! No brighter vision from the sky E’er cheer’d with hope the raptur’d eye! 'Enter Bianca, c. d. u The Bravo’s Bride ! ” How lingers in mine ear That dreadful threat. On ev’ry side is fear. But these alarms I must dispel. See there— My Zeffirina— Yes, we all prepare For the grand fUe —at which Ferrara’s Prince [Looks at the ring. Will present be— That name ! (aside) I ’ve made her wince— 33 {Aloud) Your father wills that you should be his bride— Bia. His bride 1 no—never—no ! Whate’er betide— Zef. (Aside) As I divin’d, another’s in her head— {Aloud) Your nuptials will be soon— Bia, You’ll see me dead Before I yield— Zef. Oh ! what a sad mistake, When he’s a Prince—why not your bridegroom take % Should choice be such a bother, One’s lovers all among ; One man is worth another, When he’s a bridegroom young. I should be loath to praise, [Looks at the ring. But he’s a noble prince, And has such pretty ways, Your reason to convince. Bia. No more such foolish talk. My heart to one Is bound for ever—ay, to him alone. Zef. But should the Duke your passion learn, his will Might force you to accept the young Prince still. I should be loath to praise, But he’s a noble Prince ; And has such pretty ways Your reason to convince. Bia. No, no ! My father I will see—reveal My secret love, and to his heart appeal. [Makes sign to Zeffirini and Ladies to go. They exeunt. BALLAD. In vain I strove to teach my heart, ’Spite yearnings of regret, The task, beyond poor woman’s art, The sad task—to forget, c 34 For while, with ardour, every day, ’Gainst my own heart I fought, To drive the thought of him away, ’Twas he my only thought. In vain I bade him hence depart, When for my love he pray’d, And frown’d on him with breaking heart— Then wept when he obey’d. For when, in duty’s cold debate, My heart I would have taught, Instead of love to foster hate, ’Twas he my only thought. [ Exit e. SCENE III.—The Chamber of the Duke of Milan. —A vast gloomy room. —High up in hack flat, three openings in a slanting direction, indicating the existence of a descending passage above.—Window L., and balcony.— A large picture reaching to the ground in c. F.—Doors B. and L. [The Duke sits at a table writing.—Taper burning.—-He takes up a paper. SOLO. Duke. A warning scroll: “ Be on your guard,” it says ; A foul conspiracy—and on my days A murderous attempt ; I’ll not believe The lie. ’Twas sent me but my heart to grieve, Oh, crown of pow’r ! ambition’s dream! What vision bright and fair art thou ? How glittering do thy glories seem, To dazzled eye on princely brow ! But ah ! how tear the throbbing brain The thorns, beneath thy circlet set—» , The racking cares—the doubts of pain . That aye the fiend Mistrust beget. 35 Duke. Bia. Duke. Bia. Duke. Bia. If treach’ry base Be lurking nigh, It hides its face From every eye. In friendship’s mask It blandly smiles, With cunning task The heart beguiles, And seeks in falsehood’s gloom It’s secret to entomb. Ah, crown of pow’r ! ambition’s dream, &c., Bia. (hiding her face) Oh ! shame ! Voice, (without) The Bravo’s Bride ! 45 ENSEMBLE. Cho. Oh ! night of woe And terror wild ! Yet ’scapes our foe By all revil’d! All mortal pow’r he dares outbrave— And Heav’n alone from fiends can save ! Bia. and Duke. What pow’r below Can aid bestow 'l Where shall I crave For help to save 1 Bia. Beneath that demon pow’r That thunders o’er my head, With strick’n soul I cow’r, And faint with terror dread 1 The fiend is ever nigh ! My fate in vain I fly . [Bianca clings round her father’s neck, and hides her face. Cho. {repeated) Ah ! night of woe ! &c., &c. [Tableau of confusion and consternation. Curtain falls. END OF ACT III. 46 ACT IV. SCENE I.—Arcade Gallery in the Palace. [Military music without and shouts. Tumultous crie “ Odoardo, Odoardo.” - Enter Bianca, r., wildly, but full of joy. Bia. Those shouts proclaim my lover’s advent here ; He’s safe; he lives. Begone all anxious fear. AIR.— Bianca. Yes, I shall see him once again. My throbbing heart* ah ! how restrain ? But no ; the bounding tumult of my soul Must I, alas ! control— My father’s stem commands before my eyes, In Earning vision rise. Ah ! cruel task, in sorrow to conceal The tears that dim the eye; Forbear the inward anguish to reveal, Aud quell the bursting sigh. But, ah ! the joy of loving hearts to hide, Beneath cold, dreary mask-— The secret to no kindred soul confide, Is yet more cruel task. And, ah ! to him how coldness feign, From his dear eyes my joy retain. Ah ! As torrent roaming O’er the height, In deluge foaming Takes its flight, 47 Onward bounding, Far resounding, Through the darkness of the night— The heart’s devotion, Fetters vain, In wild emotion Breaks its chain, Trammels tearing, Boldly daring Secret darkness to disdain. Beyond concealing, My tender feeling* Of love the eye Must all descry ! Ah! As torrent roaming, &c., &c. (Da capo.) [Enter Fortespada, x., as Odoardo, with the appearance and in the armed costume of a young and handsome warrior. BECITATIYE. Bia. (aside) ’Tis he ! be calm, my heart. Fort, \aside) She’s there, beloved one. Alas! sweet maid, Soon would the roses on that lovely cheek grow pale, Did’st know in me the Bravo so abhorr’d. (Aloud) Accept my homage, lady fair. Bia. (embarrassed) Signor, you’re kind to give a thought to me So soon on yOur return. (Aside) How hard this coldness to dissemble. Fort. Give you & thought, Signora ! Since I hence departed, No other has been mine, by day or night. Bia, No more of this, I do entreat— I cannot, must not, hear it. 48 .For. ’Tis your will—I must obey. (Aside) I’ll try her now. Bia. You would not give me such offence ! For. Ah, no ! and from this hour I will offend no more. DUET, BALLAD, TRIO, Ac., For. One only boon on earth I priz’d, That boon I begg’d on bended knee, Rejected ’twas—my suit despis’d— Bia. (aside) He little dreams how hard to me— He little knows, when most severe, How wildly did my heart rebel. For. Before thee, if I dare appear, ’Tis but to bid a last farewell. Bia. A last farewell! For. A last farewell. Yes, yes 1 BALLAD. Once more upon the path of life I wander forth alone, To battle on in weary strife Where none shall hear my moan ; Of all most dear on earth bereft, And doom’d to wild regret, One hope alone to me is left \ The hope, I may forget! As onward thus I darkly stray, Where’er my path may be, My dearest task will be to pray For happiness to thee ! Yet for myself till death be nigh, His hand on me to set, One pray’r alone my soul shall sigh. The pray’r, I may forget, 49 Bia. For. Bia. For. Bia. For. Bia. For. Bia. For. Would you then leave your proud career, Your glory, fame, friends, country, all ( l All, all ! The hearts that hold you dear ? One word—and me you yet recall! That word will you pronounce No! no! (Aside) Ah ! anguish more than tongue can tell ! (Aloud) Go ! leave me—I command. I go— J Tis done ! accept my last farewell! [Bows, and retires, sadly. Ah ! struggle sore ! I can no more ! All false restraint away ! Stay, Odoardo, stay ! I love thee ! I am thine ! Bianca ! Thou art mine ? Thine! Thine! Mine ! Mine ! [They embrace. ENSEMBLE. Bia. and For. What thrilling joy, When each fond loving heart, Without alloy, Its secret can impart! When kindred soul The kindred soul can greet, Without control, In fond embrace can meet! For. Oh, joy, beyond compare ! The heart I prize is mine ! Bia. Yes ! fondly hear me swear— My heart and soul are thine ! D 50 Both. Ob, joy, beyond compare ! &c. &c. (Da capo.) [Fortespada kneels at the feet of Bianca, who bends fondly over him. Enter Duke Matteo Yisconti, e. Duke. What do I see 1 thus disobeyed ! Bia. My father ! woe ! Duke. Is thus my confidence betrayed ? (To For.) Ah, traitor ! For. No; Duke. Let me not see such foul disgrace ! [Turns to go. Bia. Stay, father, stay ! Duke. What pardon for such treach’ry base ? For. One word I pray ! If I to love have dar’d, The crime is all my own ! Ah ! let your wrath be spar’d. Or fall on me alone ! It* noble fame I’ve sought A lowly birth to hide, I own, ’twas with one thought— To win her as my bride ! Duke (to Fortespada) An unknown youth ! Bianca thine ? Bia. (flinging her arms around the neck of her father.) I pray forbear! For. (to Duke.) Does birth alone the heart refine ! Bia. (to Fortespada) My father spare! Duke, (to Bianca) In vain thy duty to impart have I then striv’n ? •Bia. For ever giv’n to him my heart ! All Three. For ever giv’n ! 51 ENSEMBLE. For. Yes ! if to love I’ve dar’d, The crime is all my own ! Then let your wrath be spar’d, Or fall on me alone ! When noble fame I’ve sought, My lowly birth to hide, I own ’twas with one thought, To win her as my bride ! Duke Yes! both to love have dar’d, And my command disown ! Must my just wrath be spared, And pity now be shown ? Ah, vainly have I sought To bend them to my pride, And tear from them the thought, That she can be his bride. Bia. But if to love I’ve dared, The crime is all my own ; Then let your wrath be spar’d, Or fall on me alone; Though vainly have I sought, My secret love to hide, And tear from him the thought, That I could be his bride. Duke (to Fortespada) My daughter’s hand would you deserve ? For. Deserve her? ay ! I proudly swear! Duke. Nor weakly from my purpose swerve ? For. For her all perils will I dare ! Duke. Then mark me ! If the assassin vile—the murd’rer dread Of all my friends—when chimes the midnight hour, This Bravo of Milan—alive or dead— Here, to my feet, you give into my pow’r, d 2 52 To grant roy daughter fair, As your reward—I swear! For. You swear? Duke. I swear! For. (uneasy) Must it then be ? Bia. No, no, forbear This hated fiend to seek— For. ( anxiously ) No more ! So hated he ? Yes ! all I dare, Since thee to grant thy father swore ! (To Duke.) Then hear me ! Yes ! this assassin vile—this murd’rer dread— This hated fiend—when chimes the midnight hour, This Bravo of Milan—alive or dead— Here, at your feet I ’ll give into your pow’r ! But then your daughter fair Shall be my bride you swear ! Duke. I swear! I swear! For. At midnight hour, when all in revels here Think to prolong the festive dance till morn, The signal that the Bravo shall appear, Myself I ’ll give—a sound upon my horn ! l) (JKE and Bia. A sound upon his horn ! Duke. But how? For. Ask not ? I must away. Bia. (going to For.) But should this Bravo— For. Have no fear Bia. Oh! should his hand my lover slay! For. Fear not, sweet maid. Bia. But heav’n above Will hear my prayer. For. Alarm discard. Bia. We meet again. For. Yes, yes, dear love. Both. Good angels keep thee in their guard. 53 ENSEMBLE. For. & Bia. Good angels guard thee, dearest love, When peril’s hour is nigh; With shelt’ring pinions, from above. To guard thee hither fly. Good angels from above Watch o’er and guard thee, love. Duke. Good angels our best guardian prove, For peril’s hour is nigh; May watchful spirits, from above, To shield us hither fly. Good angels from above, Protect us with your love ! [Fortespada kisses the hand of Bianca, and exit, l. The Duke leads off Bianca, r. SCENE II.—Fantastically decorated halls, brilliantly illuminated with various devices, and opening, at back, upon moonlit gardens, to the extreme depth of the stage. [Nobles, Ladies, Guests, &c., upon the stage. CHOBUS. While twinkling stars and moonbeams pale Grow dim before the torches’ light, ’Midst balmy flow’rs We pass the hours, And tell of joy the merry tale In dances gay the live-long night i [During the above, Zeppirina has entered, fantastically dressed as a Siren, with a comb in one hand, and a mirror in tl. e other. Then Beppo, costumed as a Triton. Zef. Of Sirens, I’m the pearl! My head is in a whirl Before my raptur’d eyes A charming vision flies, 54 Of cupids, coloured lights, And other pretty sights, Of cockle-shells and masks—- While ev’ry mortal asks, Whoe’er on earth may be The charming Siren, she 1 ? My head is in a whirl, Of Sirens I’m the pearl! Is it because the bud is fair, No charm can have the full-blown rose ? Though sweet the breath of morning air, Yet full-tide noon with beauty glows. Bep. "Fair Siren, all’s prepar’d, And hither I’ve repair’d, As Triton, see ! I’m dress’d ! Zef. Well, it must be confess’d No prettier dress was seen. That beard of bright sea-green— Those weeds and rushes rare, Are lovely, I declare. Bep. But what can e'er compare With such a Siren fair 1 Zef. You naughty Triton, hush ! I swear you make me blush. Bep. ’Tis well Ulysses liv’d not now, For vain his ears clos’d to the spell; To Siren such as you, I vow, He must have clos’d his eyes as well. Both. Yes, yes. ENSEMBLE. Bep. Of sirens you’re the pearl! , My heart is in a whirl, When ’fore my raptur’d eyes So fair a vision flies. All! it must be confess’d, As lovely Siren dress’d, In that sweet tint of green, No lovelier maid I’ve seen. All wonder who can be The charming Siren she ! With such a goddess rare Ah ! who can now compare ? Zef. Of sirens I’m the pearl! My head is in a whirl, When ’fore my raptur’d eyes So bright a vision flies. Well, if must be confess’d, As loving Triton dress’d, With that sweet beard of green, No prettier man I’ve seen. He vows there cannot be A Siren fair as me ; And thus to hear him swear Is charming, I declare ! [Beppo leads Zeffirina, with mock gallantry, among the Dancers. Daring the above, Memmino, Contarini, Mon- talti, and Conspirators, have entered among the crowd. Con. (to Montalti) Didst mark how blandly Duke Visconti smil’d On Malespina ? Mon. Yes. In calm beguil’d, ’Tis clear he nought suspects — Con. (to Montalti) Where now your fears, Memmino brave % Mem. Ha! ha! I’d give my ears The time were come—I feel so bold, I vow. [Malespina advances among the group. (Startled) Who’s there ? 56 Mal. Be silent, fool! All’s ready now! At midnight hour, when all in festive joys Dream to prolong their revels gay till morn, The signal of the onslaught on our foes, The Bravo gives a sound upon his horn. All. A sound upon his horn. [Malespina makes a sign to them to disperse. Tlic Conspira¬ tors go up. Chorus [repeated.) While twinkling stars, and moonbeams pale, &c., &c., &c. [The Guests, &c., &c., disperse among the gardens. Malespina returns to the front of thetetage. EEC IT ATI VE. Mal. Bevenge is nigh— The victor I! My potent sway All friends obey. With glitt’ring hopes of honour some cajol'd— Whilst most have bow’d beneath the pow’r of gold. BALLAD. Chiefs, on might relying, All the world defying— Banner fair, High in air, Proud unfurl’d— Grasp, on glory’s pinion, Boldly world’s dominion! But, of old, Ay, ’tis gold Wins the world. W Chiefs themselves implore it, Bow the knee before it. 57 For, of old, Ay, ’tis gold Wins the world ! All before it yielding, Deadly pow’r wielding, Yes ! ’tis gold, Yes! ’tis gold Wins the world ! Monarchs honour scatt’ring, Knaves with title flatt’ring— Freedom’s cry To defy, Gauntlet hurl’d— Dream, by slaves ensnaring, All to rule they’re daring ! Yet, of old, Ay, ’tis gold Rules the world ! Courtiers, all, with craving, Seek for gold’s enslaving ; For, of old, Ay, ’tis gold Rules the world ! Chains more potent weaving, Bolder still deceiving, Yes, ’tis gold, Yes, ’tis gold Rules the world ! [Malespina goes up and mingles in tne crowd. FINALE. [Festive Music. Enter from back, Duke Matteo Visconti, with Bianca, Nobles, Ladies, &c. Malespina, Memmino, Contarini, Montalti, and Conspirators form a group apart. Zeffirina, Beppo, and Dancers return. Grand Ballet. At 58 end of Ballet, just as Zeffieina advances to execute her pas-seul, midnight tolls. Then a violent blast upon a horn. All start with anxiety or surprise. A movement of confusion. Cho. # What sound is that h Duke. Bia. & Con. The signal horn ! The hour of { P er il l now is come! ( vengeance j Mal. (aside) Now, tyrant Duke, thy pow’r I scorn ! Cho. Why falls on all this fearful gloom ? [The Crowd gives way in confusion. The gardens are discovered filled with Guards. Cho. Guards ! Guards ! What means this strange array ? Con. (apart) Can aught have chanc’d our plot betray ? Duke, (rising) For you my friends, there’s nought to fear— But know, before you will appear, The Bravo Fortespada ! All. The Bravo Fortespada ! For. (without) Give way! Bia. & Con. ’Tis Odoardo’s voice! He’s safe ! he lives ! escap’d from death ! Con. Are we betray’d ? Bia. Poor heart, rejoice ! Cho. We trembling wait with bated breath ! [Enter Fobtespada, through Guards, c., still as Odoabdo. Cho. (all) Yes! yes ! ’Tis Odoardo, see ! Con. (apart) Ah, treachery! unscath’d is he ! For. ’Tis I, who vow’d that captive here, This night before you should appear The Bravo Fortespada ! 59 Cho. ' The Bravo Fortespada ! For. Yes ! this assassin vile—this murd’rer dread— This hated fiend—when chim’d the midnight hour, To Milan’s Duke I vow’d—alive or dead—• For one reward to give into his pow’r— His child, whom I adore, To make my bride he swore ! Duke. I swore ! I swore ! For. My vow I’ve kept—within my pow’r he stands ! Con. {apart) Confusion ! in his pow’r. Duke. Alive or dead, dost give him to my hands ! For. Still living at this hour ! Con. ( hastily) He lives 1 < For. ( bowing to them) He lives, Signors ! and ready I, The Bravo wild to show ! Mem. &) Women.) Hot here ! not here ! Of thousand fears I die ! All. How wond’rous falls the blow ! [Fortespada goes up the stage, turning his back. For. ( calling) Ho ! Fortespada ? ho ! Bia. {in terror) Forbear, I pray ! For. (|going up) Ho! Fortespada ! ho ! Bia. (following him) Thou shalt not go ! For. {still further) Ho ! Fortespada ! ho ! Bia. ( trying to prevent him) Hay, turn away ! Lest his assassin hand should strike— [Fortespada turns, and appears with the face of the bravo, laughing. 60 For. Ho, ho ! [Bianca shrinks from him with terror.—Tableau of terror and confusion. For. Who wish’d to see the Demon Bravo wild 'l Who sought to know the fiend by all revil’d % He stands before you now, in dauntless pride ! To claim his promis’d bride—“ The Bravo’s Bride ! ” ENSEMBLE. Cuo. Seize him ! seize him ! To the scaffold bear him ! Seize him ! seize him ! Death must be his doom ! Seize him ! seize him ! From our presence tear him ! Justly punish’d, for him yawns the tomb ! Seize him ! to the scaffold straight ! Seize him ! Death shall be his fate. For. Cease, bawlers, cease, whate’er my doom ; I’ll boldly face the yawning tomb ; The scaffold I await, If death must be my fate ! Bia. (recovering) Illusion strange ! methought I saw—oh, shame ! For. Illusion there was none ; The warrior bold and bravo are the same, And both in me are one ! Cho. Seize him ! seize him ! to the scaffold bear him, &c. &c. For. Is it then so h will no one intercede ? {to Malespina) Sir Count! Mal. Vile man, away ! Address me not. For. {to Memmino) Kind signor, for me plead; One word of mercy say. You know me Avelh 61 Mem. I—I—’tis false, I vow- Ne’er heard cf you before, Nor ever saw your ugly face till now, Nor wish to see it more. For. What, pity none h Not one—not one ? And silent all To mercy’s call ? My lot is cast; well, be it so, To meet my death resign’d I go. ENSEMBLE. For. No pitying heart for me can feel, Ah, wretched man—condemned by all; In vain for hope would I appeal, For deaf all hearts to mercy’s call. Then strike and kill, My fate fulfil! Bia, One pitying heart for him can feel, Poor wretched man, condemn’d by all; In vain the pangs would I conceal, That on my heart with anguish fall. Against my will I love him still. Bep. No pitying heart for him will feel, By justice doom’d, condemned by all; But will he not the truth reveal, That vengeance on the traitors fall, And boldly still His plan fulfil ? Duke. Mal. Con. and Cho. No pitying heart for him can feel, By justice doom’d—condemned by all ! In vain for hope would he appeal— On him the glaive of death must fall. 62 Yes; strike and kill His fate fulfil. [Fortespada turns, to go up. Bianca springs forward and throws herself at the feet of the Duke. Bia. Oh, pardon, sire ! for mercy, see, I pray ! For. Oh, joy ! for me she pleads ! Bia. To heav’n above its justice leave ! Duke. Away: Fort. An angel intercedes : Bia. For him, she loves, to sue, whate’er he be, Before thee prostrate lies Thy child : For. Unmov’d canst thou hear her plead i Duke. From me, Unworthy girl; he dies ! Cho. Yes ! yes; he dies I [Fortespada raises Bianca, and places her in the arms of her attendants, goes up, and signs to the Guards, who fill the gardens. They rush in, and occupy the whole back space of the hall. All draw back with consternation. The group of Conspirators express their surprise and anxiety. For. (to Guards.) Duke. Cho. For. Duke Cho. For. Duke. Cho. For. , Duke Cho. Advance, my men ! My will obey ! Your will obey ? His will obey ] ’Tis so, indeed. They’re in my pay. They’re in your pay 1 They’re in his pay 1 This very night is plann’d thy fall ! Is plann’d my fall ? Is plann’d his fall ? Thou’rt doom’d to lose life, pow’r, all— Life, pow’r, all h Life, pow’r, all 1 63 CONSPIRATORS) What say you now ? Then still is ours the game ? We triumph yet! When all my courage braves, To doubt the good cause wins at last, were shame. {To Guards) Advance, I say, and seize— [Fortespada begins by pointing at the Duke, but sweeps round with his arm, and points to the Conspirators. Those traitor knaves ! [Guards advance, and surround the Conspirators. For. Sweet gentlemen, your slave ! [Malespina and Conspirators are led out, guarded. Odo. The Bravo-band I crush’d. Fate led me then, Where Fortespada, in his brigand den, On death bed lay—and with his dying breath Confess’d the foul conspiracy of death. As bravo, then, disguis’d, I sought to learn The traitors’ plans, and thus their schemes o’erturn, Montereale, later, served my plan, And Salviati— [Monterale and Salviati enter, go to Duke, and kneel before him. While this trusty man [Pointing to Beppo. Within the palace lodg’d, my schemes obey’d, Some secrets learn’d, and to his lord betray’d. Duke. But how Ferrara’s Prince struck down ? Odo. No fear! He lives. At my command, by Beppo, here, The tale was fram’d. Duke But where the Prince? unfold ! Odo. So be’t : in me Ferrara’s Prince behold. For. (to Con. For. Prince. Bia. Duke Cho. G4 I swore my fate to bind to her alone, Whose heart of love, unconscious of my throne, Should love me for myself—whate’er betide— And now my bride I’ve won—the Bravo’s Bride. ENSEMBLE. 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