The Bravo of Venice; a romance by Heinrich Zschokke
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through with success, and Rosabella be the reward of my labours--
Rosabella? What, shall the Doge's niece bestow on the outcast Abellino? Oh, madman that I am to hope it, never can I reach the goal of my wishes! No, never was there frenzy to equal mine. To attach myself at first sight to--Yet Rosabella alone is capable of thus enchanting at first sight--Rosabella and Valeria? To be beloved by two such women--Yet, though 'tis impossible to attain, the striving to attain such an end is glorious. Illusions so delightful will at least make me happy for a moment, and alas, the wretched Abellino needs so many illusions that for a moment will make him happy! Oh, surely, knew the world what I gladly would accomplish, the world would both love and pity me." Cinthia returned; the four bravoes followed her, yawning, grumbling, and still half asleep. "Come, come!" said Abellino, "rouse yourselves, lads. Before I say anything, be convinced that you are wide awake, for what I am going to tell you is so strange that you would scarce believe it in a dream." They listened to him with an air of indifference and impatience. "Why, what's the matter now?" said Thomaso, while he stretched himself. "Neither more nor less than that our honest, hearty, brave Matteo is murdered." "What, murdered!" every one exclaimed, and gazed with looks of |
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