The Bravo of Venice - A Romance - Page 62/84

"My noble lord!" he said at length, hesitating, "you know well that-

-"

"I know well," interrupted Andreas, "how difficult a task I enjoin,

when I require the delivery of Abellino. For myself I swear that I

had rather a thousand times force my passage with a single vessel

through the whole Turkish fleet, and carry off the admiral's ship

from the midst of them, than attempt to seize this Abellino, who

seems to have entered into a compact with Lucifer himself: who is

to be found everywhere and nowhere; whom so many have seen, but whom

no one knows; whose cautious subtlety has brought to shame the

vigilance of our State inquisitors, of the College of Ten, and of

all their legions of spies and sbirri; whose very name strikes

terror into the hearts of the bravest Venetians, and from whose

dagger I myself am not safe upon my throne. I know well, Flodoardo,

how much I ask; but I know also how much I proffer. You seem

irresolute? You are silent? Flodoardo, I have long watched you

with attention. I have discovered in you marks of a superior

genius, and therefore I am induced to make such a demand. If any

one is able to cope with Abellino, thou art the man. I wait your

answer."

Flodoardo paced the chamber in silence. Dreadful was the enterprise

proposed. Woe to him should Abellino discover his purpose. But

Rosabella was the reward. He cast a look on the beloved one, and

resolved to risk everything.

He advanced towards the Doge.

Andreas.--Now, then, Flodoardo--your resolution?

Flodoardo.--Should I deliver Abellino into your power, do you

solemnly swear that Rosabella shall be my bride?

Andreas.--She shall! and NOT TILL THEN.

Rosabella.--Ah! Flodoardo, I fear this undertaking will end

fatally. Abellino is so crafty, so dreadful. Oh! look well to

yourself, for should you meet with the detested monster, whose

dagger Flodoardo (interrupting her hastily).--Oh! silence, Rosabella--at

least allow me to hope. Noble Andreas, give me your hand, and

pledge your princely word that, Abellino once in your power, nothing

shall prevent me from being Rosabella's husband.

Andreas.--I swear it; deliver into my power, either alive or dead,

this most dangerous foe of Venice, and nothing shall prevent

Rosabella from being your wife. In pledge of which I here give you

my princely hand.

Flodoardo grasped the Doge's hand in silence, and shook it thrice.

He turned to Rosabella, and seemed on the point of addressing her,

when he suddenly turned away, struck his forehead, and measured the

apartment with disordered and unsteady steps. The clock in the

tower of St. Mark's church struck five.