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16477	Come volete faccia che non pianga, Sapendo che da voi devo partire? 16477 Silk?"
16477	What have you there that you are shutting up so close?
16477	5), and Solinus too, as though it were indubitable: who does not know that Pisa was from Pelops?"
16477	Ah, what would we not give just for a moment to hear his voice in that place to- day?
16477	And how should I but be glad that the sun will be hot, and how should I but be thankful that I shall come under the olives?
16477	And if you do, are they any more to you than an idle tale, a legend, which has lost even its meaning?
16477	And then has he not built as only a painter could have done, in white and rose and green?
16477	And then where is there a better inn than Albergo Amorosi of Bibbiena, unless, indeed, it be the unmatched hostelry at Fivizzano?
16477	And then, was it not Cosimo who had rebuilt the convent, was it not Cosimo who had built S. Lorenzo and S. Spirito too, by the hand of Michelozzo?
16477	And then, who knows what awaits one on the way?
16477	And when they had gone on a little way, the peasant said to St. Francis,''Tell me, art thou Brother Francis of Assisi?''
16477	And, indeed, the latter conclusion seems likely, for who can believe that the Duke would have cared for a nude portrait of his wife as Venus?
16477	As we look at their work in the galleries and churches, who cares what has happened to them, or whether such graves as theirs are rifled or no?
16477	But in Cosimo''s day men had no fear, the day was at the dawn: who could have thought by sunset life would be so disastrous?
16477	But of one of the pupils of Luca, Agostino di Duccio, 1418- 81(?
16477	But, indeed, what crime would be too great in order to possess oneself of such a thing?
16477	By what right do you refuse to do what I have done?
16477	Can it be that, after all, it would have seemed more secure, more firm and established, if the spire Giotto designed for it had in truth been built?
16477	Can it have been this"pious brother"who wrote the_ Fioretti_?
16477	Could these things have happened in any other city save Prato, or to any other than a child in the days not so long before Savonarola was burned?
16477	Did she hear as of old-- that Virgin with narrow half- open eyes and the sidelong look?
16477	Do you wonder why Carrara has never produced a sculptor?
16477	Full of memories-- and of what else, then, but the past can she dream?
16477	Hearing them make mention of Brother Francis, he asked them:''Are ye of the brethren of the brother of Assisi, of whom so much good is spoken?''
16477	Hearing these words, St. Francis thought no scorn to be admonished by a peasant, and said not within himself,''What beast is this doth admonish me?''
16477	How could Lorenzo restore that which he had never stolen away, that which had, in truth, never had any real existence?
16477	How may I describe the wonder of that place?
16477	How, after the delight, the delicate charm of the fifteenth century, can I speak of this beautiful, strong, and tragic soul?
16477	In this disaster who knows what became of the miracle picture of Madonna?
16477	Is it any wonder her fellow- servants hated her, called her modesty simplicity, her want of spirit servility?
16477	Is it any wonder that, impossible as his dream appeared, he had his way with Florence at last-- yes, and with himself too?
16477	Is it only sleep?
16477	Is it still true of her, that though she is proud she is not proud enough?
16477	Is, then, the work of Marsilio Ficino nothing, the labours of a thousand forgotten humanists?
16477	Nor was that vision, so full of wisdom( a vision of birth or resurrection, was it?)
16477	O poggio traditor, che ne farai?
16477	O poggio traditor, che ne farete?
16477	Or again, with half a sob--"Come volete faccia che non pianga Sapendo che da voi devo partire?
16477	Shall we forgive them, and forget that since our hearts are changed they are changed also?
16477	Surely it was an emerald once?
16477	That Virgin, was she Queen of Angels or some Florentine girl?--and then those angels, are they not the very children of the City of Flowers?
16477	That passionate and dreadful picture of St. Mary Magdalen covered by her hair as with a robe of red gold, does it move us at all?
16477	Then said I,"What are those leaves that you have there, and what are you going to do with them?"
16477	Then they sing of Saturday and Sunday--"Quando sara sabato sera, quando?
16477	There he found him in ecstasy, saying,''Who art Thou, O most sweet, my God?
16477	There lay Luca della Robbia, Lorenzo di Credi, Mariotto Albertinelli, Piero di Cosimo: where is their dust to- day?
16477	There you may see him lecturing to his students, and one of them is a woman; can it be that Selvaggia whom he loved?
16477	Those small pictures of the life of St. Mary, which surround her still with their beauty, do you even know what they mean?
16477	Was it Florence herself perhaps who hung there?
16477	Was it a bird, or my angel, whose beautiful, anxious wings trembled lest I should fall in a land less simple than this?
16477	Was it for this the Greeks blinded their statues, lest the gods being in exile, they might be shamed by the indifference of men?
16477	Was this a premonition of his own death, a hint, as it were, that in such a place one like Shelley might well hope for from the gods?
16477	Was this, then, the saviour of Savonarola''s dreams?
16477	Well, but that depends on what you seek, does it not?
16477	What am I, most vile worm, and Thine unprofitable servant?''
16477	What could be more like a child''s dream of a church than La Madonna delle Carceri?
16477	What do we owe to Savonarola?
16477	What has the Venetian Jew, Daniel Manin, to do with them?
16477	What music does he hear, that monk with the beautiful sensitive hands, who turns away towards his companion?
16477	What then did Pisa look like in these the days of her great power and prosperity?
16477	What then, we may ask ourselves, were the aim and desire of the Italian builders, which it seems have escaped us for so long?
16477	What was it that haunted this shore, full of foreboding, prophesying death?
16477	What, then, was that Savonarola whom all have conspired to praise, whose windy prophecies, whose blasphemous cursings men count as so precious?
16477	Wherefore?
16477	Who knows what Italy, under the heel of the barbarian, does not owe to these faded pages, and through Italy the world?
16477	Who knows what beauty has here passed by?
16477	Who knows?
16477	Who knows?
16477	Who may describe the colour and the delicate glory of this work?
16477	Will it explain to us the rise of Florentine painting?
16477	Will one ever reach them, those far- away pure peaks immaculate in silence, like a thought of God in the loneliness of the mountains?
16477	Yes, and to- day, too, do they not proclaim the tombola where once they announced a victory?
16477	[ 137] What can have been the overmastering necessity that drove her on so bloody a path?
16477	[ 138] And did not Pistoja guard the way to the north, to Bologna, to Milan, to Flanders, and England, whence came the wool that was her wealth?
16477	[ 62] Was it here, or in the Ospedale dei Trovatelli close to S. Michele in Borgo?
16477	[ 84] Was it that he envied him his verses or feared his wisdom, or did he indeed think he plotted with the Pope?
16477	[ Illustration: THE LADY WITH THE NOSEGAY( VANNA TORNABUONI?)
16477	_ Alinari_]"Will the Signore see the church?"
16477	says she,"and what will Messere do with this?"
6783	''Tis no tragedy I hope, count?
6783	( The SENTINEL without calls,"Who goes there?")
6783	A hundred sequins?
6783	All Genoa is roused; the very mercenaries follow his name with transport-- and shall his wife be fearful?
6783	Am I awake, or do I dream?
6783	Am I really here?
6783	Am I, then, nothing?
6783	Am I, then, to blame because the Count makes use of his eyes?
6783	And Calcagno?
6783	And Leonora agitated?
6783	And behaved without reserve?
6783	And could this dream haunt a woman''s mind even at the nuptial shrine?
6783	And didst thou think me mad enough to brave the fury of enraged republicans had I not known they were betrayed and sold?
6783	And for what dost thou sit, poor deceived one?
6783	And how do you describe that class?
6783	And is that all the value set upon Fiesco''s head?
6783	And is that all?
6783	And knowest thou his lovely daughter?
6783	And naught prepared?
6783	And shall Leonora tremble?--shall the bravest republican be wedded to the most timid woman?
6783	And shall they, too, do good by stealth and in obscurity?
6783	And should not lesser souls bow down before the greater?
6783	And then take for our reward?
6783	And then was made the murderer of my wife-- fool that I was to trust two erring eyes?
6783	And what do they whisper about my gayeties?
6783	And what just now employs you?
6783	And what loss was that?
6783	And what of Andreas?
6783	And what shall we have gained?
6783	And what then?
6783	And why, my husband?
6783	And yet, my Julia-- where could''st thou bestow this treasure better than on my endless passion?
6783	And you?
6783	And you?
6783	Andreas adopts his nephew as a son, and makes him heir to his estates; what madman will dispute with him the inheritance of his power?
6783	Andreas?
6783	Andreas?
6783	Answer?
6783	Are our swords made of rushes?
6783	Are the Dorias dead?
6783	Are there no more sequins for me?
6783	Are these indeed your serious thoughts?
6783	Are they thoughts of duty?
6783	Are we, then, on these terms?
6783	Are you contented with the leavings of other men''s repasts?
6783	Are you not going also?
6783	Are you the Count Lavagna?
6783	Are you there, my most gracious and dear good lord?
6783	Are you, too, come, my dear brother, Verrina?
6783	Arms here, too?
6783	Art thou frightened, youth?
6783	Art thou mad?
6783	Art thou mad?
6783	Art thou surprised at this?
6783	As black as jet and curled?
6783	Ask me no question?
6783	Ask thy own heart where lies the blame?
6783	Because Andreas''head is white with age, thoughtest thou, like a villain, to trample on the laws?
6783	Because the shepherd retired in the evening from his labor, thoughtest thou the flock deserted?
6783	Black, and curled?
6783	Bring me my sword and cloak-- where is my golden chain?
6783	But are you sure that Gianettino has fallen?
6783	But do they not know of any dog against that cat?
6783	But do you see none?
6783	But does she then feel herself sole mistress of his heart?
6783	But enough of this-- just tell me, duke, what crime the poor wretch committed whom you ordered to be hung up at the church of the Jesuits?
6783	But for what purpose are these papers?
6783	But is not this to trample upon virtue?
6783	But tell me truly, Genoese, have I indeed slain my wife?
6783	But what am I to write?
6783	But what do I see?
6783	But what means that crape of mourning around your arm?
6783	But why not?
6783	But why this question now?
6783	But, my lord, the paper?
6783	But-- when must Fiesco fall?
6783	But-- will you hear me?
6783	Calcagno here?
6783	Can I merit it by deeds?
6783	Can any one deny it?
6783	Can anyone accuse me of neglect?
6783	Can death have robbed Verrina of a friend, and Fiesco not know the loss?
6783	Can he know pity who is raised above the common fears of man?
6783	Can he laugh while his Leonora weeps in solitude?
6783	Can it be?
6783	Can you read?
6783	Can you?
6783	Can you?
6783	Certainly, nowhere better, and nowhere worse?
6783	Citizens of Genoa, why this to me?
6783	Cold- blooded wretch; canst thou see and hear all this, and yet not rave?
6783	Coldness?
6783	Could she desire a higher compliment than were I to declare her taste my own?
6783	Could you desire greater applause?
6783	Countess, do you not think I must love that person whose image I bear constantly about me?
6783	Countess, whither are you going?
6783	Declare, upon your honor, has he escaped?
6783	Did he talk long with the duke?
6783	Did none of you perceive that this alarm was my contrivance?
6783	Did not the Countess Imperiali depart in anger?
6783	Did the duke turn pale?
6783	Did the duke turn pale?
6783	Did they not struggle against the word subordination as the worm against the needle which transfixes it?
6783	Did you ever feel for me-- what shall I say-- respect?
6783	Did you suppose the lion slept because he ceased to roar?
6783	Did your vain thoughts persuade you that none but you could feel the chains of Genoa?
6783	Didst thou not also love her?
6783	Didst thou observe yesterday with what pride he viewed his greatness reflected from our wondering countenances?
6783	Didst thou understand thy father?
6783	Do I behold you in tears?
6783	Do I know that crest and mantle?
6783	Do you hear nothing?
6783	Do you hear the symphony?
6783	Do you hear the warlike noise which echoes through my palace?
6783	Do you reckon on the nobles?
6783	Do you talk of losing Fiesco?
6783	Do you then know what it is to blush, signora?
6783	Do you weep over this havoc caused by treacherous death, or do you bewail the fall of your leader''s spirit?
6783	Do you wish that I should invite company to meet you?
6783	Do your countrymen thus recompense their benefactors?
6783	Does Fiesco so confidently challenge Heaven?
6783	Does Fiesco tremble to encounter the first efforts of my sword?
6783	Does Verrina perceive no alteration in his friend?
6783	Does hell or madness prompt thy answer?
6783	Does her name lurk in his every thought?--meet him in every phase of nature?
6783	Does this Roman''s head thus strike you?
6783	Does your grace command that they should be arrested?
6783	Does your grace, said I, inquire but for one person?
6783	Dost thou bleed?
6783	Dost thou hear the alarm- bells, and the roll of the drums?
6783	Dost thou know the house of Verrina?
6783	Dost thou mark me?
6783	Dost thou then despise thy monitor?
6783	Dost thou tremble, tyrant?
6783	Dost thou understand me?
6783	Eh, Fiesco?
6783	Fellow, art thou mad?
6783	Fellow, how many devils hast thou in pay?
6783	Fie upon me!--what am I uttering?
6783	Fool?
6783	For God''s sake, friend, what will this artifice avail us?
6783	For God''s sake-- who?
6783	For what purpose the alliances which the Dorias have of late concluded?
6783	For what purpose the foreign forces which they have collected even in the heart of Genoa?
6783	For what purpose, think you, are those twenty galleys which beset our harbor?
6783	For whom must we both mourn?
6783	Four galleys have entered the harbor, dost say?
6783	Four hundred, said''st thou?
6783	Friend, what mean these?
6783	Friend, when does the play begin?
6783	Friend, which is the way to the theatre?
6783	From following what?
6783	From what?
6783	Gained?
6783	Gallantry?
6783	Gave thee?
6783	Genoa is mine, say you?
6783	Genoese, what think you of this wise distribution?
6783	Genoese, what would be your decision?
6783	Genoese, what would you next have chosen?
6783	Grief, my love?
6783	Has Genoa more such names than one?
6783	Has anything run into the net?
6783	Has the girl then mocked me?
6783	Has your esteem for me improved?
6783	Hast thou executed my commission?
6783	Hate Fiesco?
6783	Have I not threatened thee already with the galleys?
6783	Have I retaliated?
6783	Have I?
6783	Have enemies surprised the city?
6783	Have they flesh of brass?
6783	Have you a minute or two to spare, Lavagna?
6783	Have you given the countess any intimation of it?
6783	He has a wife to share his troubles-- with whom can I share my splendor?
6783	Heaven?
6783	His hair?
6783	His voice?
6783	Hitherto I have moved the vast machine alone; shall I now, at the very goal, be put to shame by the greatest rascal under the sun?
6783	How camest thou by that letter?
6783	How could you ever conceive the ambitious idea of possessing him?
6783	How did the manufacturers receive my presents?
6783	How do you like it?
6783	How goes it in the harbor?
6783	How is it possible that we should meet?
6783	How so?
6783	How, Count, is this like a husband?
6783	How, my father?
6783	I am acquainted with that lady, and demand to know how she has merited to be sacrificed to a worthless woman?
6783	I ask, do you perceive none?
6783	I ask, on what are you resolved?
6783	I beseech thee, say, on what dreadful project does my father brood?
6783	I have already paved your way to glory-- Genoese, will you follow?
6783	I understand you now; but let me ask who''tis that offers so strange a challenge?
6783	I will not yield a hair''s breadth?
6783	I!--why I?
6783	If I betray the safeguards of my honor, that thou mayest cover me with shame at will, what have I less to lose than all?
6783	If they thus serve a foreign tyrant, how will they guard the princes of their country?
6783	In dress, as in the state-- is it not so?
6783	Is Fiesco, then, a chief of rebels?
6783	Is Genoa in flames?
6783	Is everything prepared for to- morrow?
6783	Is he not so?
6783	Is he who threatens the overthrow of liberty-- or he who has it in his power-- the greater tyrant?
6783	Is it possible that my attention should have been wanting to any one of my guests?
6783	Is it thus, Verrina, your hopes are answered?
6783	Is liberty then out of fashion, that republics are so lightly thrown away upon the first that offers himself?
6783	Is she pure?
6783	Is she truly so?
6783	Is that Lavagna?"
6783	Is that all thy business, Hassan?
6783	Is that all?
6783	Is that truly and seriously your meaning?
6783	Is the armor which encases the pigmy''s feeble frame suited to the giant?
6783	Is the whole sex to answer for the crime of one?
6783	Is then one little intermission of the heart''s pulsations a proof that I have lost Fiesco?
6783	Is there no talk about my galleys?
6783	Is there no way out of it?
6783	Is there one base enough in this assembly to own an equal for his master?
6783	Is there room for so much hell within a female bosom?
6783	Is this beautiful and majestic world to him but as one precious diamond, on which her image-- her image alone-- is engraved?
6783	Is this monster yet alive?
6783	Is this my father?
6783	Is this the valor that should punish tyrants?
6783	Is thy design unfolded to Verrina?
6783	Jest or earnest?
6783	Knowest thou not that Andreas has seen his eightieth year, and that Genoa beneath his rule is happy?
6783	Knowest thou not that the majestic sun himself must quit the heavens, and yield his sceptre to the radiant moon?
6783	Leonora-- what hast thou done?
6783	Lost?
6783	Love?
6783	Make way?
6783	May I inquire the reason?
6783	May I offer you my hand?
6783	May your Leonora, trembling, entreat you?
6783	Methinks I hear them ask,"Is that Lavagna, the unconquered hero, who with his sword decides the fate of Genoa?
6783	Methinks the question shall be, on what does Genoa resolve?
6783	Mine?
6783	Mistrust in my taste, and treason against the sovereignty of your charms?
6783	Must I confess it, or deny?
6783	Must I then destroy this man before I have learnt how difficult it is to equal him?
6783	Must I, then, declare a passion which the whole race of men, upon their knees, should not extort from my inflexible pride?
6783	My gracious lord, a raging nation lies in Fiesco''s scale; what counterpoise in yours?
6783	My gracious lord, how could you trust your honor to such a villain?
6783	My lord-- the list?
6783	No sign of human footstep?
6783	Not even when that duke is thy brother?
6783	Not if he should make his principality the treasury of that benevolence which was restrained by his domestic poverty?
6783	Now who among you will stand forth and prate still of patience and delay?
6783	Now, at this midnight hour?
6783	Now, madam, have you any other sting to wound me with?
6783	Now, sir, how like you that?
6783	Now, when he severs himself from these circles of elegance and refinement, and returns home warm with their impressions, what does he meet?
6783	Oh, is it only that?
6783	On what are we resolved?
6783	On what are you resolved?
6783	Or have my deliverers perished?
6783	Or shall we sit down to faro, and pass the time in play?
6783	Perhaps the rope may break?
6783	Raphael Sacco, yours?
6783	Ready?
6783	Say, my gentle Arabella, was it not so?
6783	Shall Doria surpass me in magnanimity?
6783	Shall Genoa owe its liberty to slaves?
6783	Shall I alone be called a fool?
6783	Shall I confess, Fiesco?
6783	Shall my passion be thwarted by the anger of a vassal?
6783	Shall our pure gold be debased by this alloy?
6783	Shall that scoundrel live,--he who has betrayed us all?
6783	Shall the mistress fear her slave?
6783	Shall the race of Fiesco want this one virtue?
6783	Shall this murderous villain lie here, and hide his infamy in obscurity?
6783	Shall we not stir up the people to rebellion, or draw the nobles in to join our party?
6783	Shall we stand waiting, like ghosts upon the banks of Acheron?
6783	Shall we then do nothing?
6783	Shall your husband only reflect a borrowed splendor?
6783	Should''st thou strike me to the heart with coldness?
6783	Signora, signora, for God''s sake consider, if he have not lost his understanding, which will he choose?
6783	Speak, Calcagno?
6783	Still no sound?
6783	Suppose the people ask me-- and that they will, I''ll pawn my soul upon it-- suppose they ask,"What does Fiesco think of Genoa?"
6783	Tell me, Bertha, what said Virginius to his dishonored daughter?
6783	Tell me, Fiesco, how long will this endless passion endure?
6783	Tell me, my daughter-- who?
6783	Tell me, what think you wanting?
6783	That he should love her?
6783	That none but you durst break them?
6783	The Republic?
6783	The blind in Genoa know my steps-- what wouldst thou with the Count?
6783	The count is here, who wants me?
6783	The elevated mind is exposed to other than ordinary temptations-- shall it then be governed by the ordinary rules of virtue?
6783	The honor of cut- throats?
6783	The man whose smiles deceived all Italy, will he endure equals in Genoa?
6783	The mantle?
6783	The powders?
6783	The truth?
6783	Then in the decisive moment she forsakes him, a victim of his rashness-- and stood you then unmoved?
6783	Then, then?
6783	These words are favorable; but do they bespeak actions of equal import?
6783	Think you''tis a pleasure to be the foot of that many- legged monster, a republic?
6783	This dreadful uproar, these alarm- bells, then, were for me?
6783	Thou wilt sheathe thy sword in Doria''s heart?
6783	Thou, too, Verrina?
6783	Thy executioners are near, and canst thou sleep, Andreas?
6783	To be a source of happiness to a being who places all its heaven in thee, Fiesco?
6783	To the altar, Bourgognino?
6783	To you?
6783	Upon what project are you brooding, Zibo?
6783	Verrina, dost thou know the principle of all warlike enterprise?
6783	Virtue?
6783	Was Andreas the object of thy hatred, and not the tyrant?
6783	Was Leonora thy mistress?
6783	Was it not enough to break the sacred seal of confidence?
6783	Was it not my order that you should put these Romans to this trial?
6783	Was it not our country''s cause?
6783	Was not that Fiesco''s voice, which from the tumult penetrated even hither?
6783	Was that the object of thy false compassion?
6783	Was, then, our enterprise some thievish act of villany?
6783	Wear then that label on thy visage, it will not be superfluous-- but what wouldst thou have?
6783	Well, Fiesco?
6783	Well, sister, have you almost thrummed away your anger?
6783	Were you there yourself?
6783	What age hast thou?
6783	What answer made she?
6783	What are the subjects of your labor?
6783	What are their murmurings?
6783	What are you about?
6783	What art thou muttering?
6783	What can I do with those kisses, madam?
6783	What can this mean?
6783	What can this mean?
6783	What canst thou tell me of the lowest class?
6783	What color?
6783	What do I hear?
6783	What do you intend?
6783	What do you say?
6783	What do you take me for?
6783	What does the insatiable vanity of woman look for, if she even doubt the man who lies prostrate at her feet?
6783	What dost thou gaze at?
6783	What dost thou mean?
6783	What dost thou seek?
6783	What dost thou seek?
6783	What have I now to dread?
6783	What have we here?
6783	What important business brings you all hither?
6783	What is it o''clock?
6783	What is it thou hast done?
6783	What is my father meditating?
6783	What is that confused noise?
6783	What is the matter now?
6783	What is to become of you, Fiesco?
6783	What may not be done, my boy, before stories are warmed to animation?
6783	What mean these shouts?
6783	What mean you?
6783	What mean you?
6783	What means this shouting?
6783	What might shake death himself out of his leaden sleep has not power to rouse thy courage?
6783	What now is wanting to rouse the tyrant in his lair?
6783	What now?
6783	What say they to my passion for the Countess Imperiali?
6783	What say you?
6783	What sayest thou?
6783	What sayest thou?
6783	What strikes my foot?
6783	What talk you of nobility in Genoa?
6783	What tear?
6783	What was her dress?
6783	What was his stature, less than mine or taller?
6783	What was there to lose?
6783	What was this mighty sacrifice?
6783	What weight?
6783	What would she wish for?
6783	What would you do, my father?
6783	What wouldst thou here?
6783	What writing hast thou?
6783	What!--in Heaven''s name!-- what, I ask you, have these two citizens to boast of that they could urge their daring flight so far above our head?
6783	What''s lost?
6783	What''s that?
6783	What, are all the devils of hell let loose at once?
6783	What, are thy debts so great?
6783	What, does my tenderness distress you?
6783	What, duke-- still-- do you still hope?
6783	What, is the scoundrel proud?
6783	What?
6783	What?
6783	What?
6783	What?
6783	What?
6783	When comes thy own?
6783	When did Fiesco visit you last?
6783	When he is duke?
6783	When shall we next assemble?
6783	Whence are these expresses?
6783	Whence come you thus out of breath?
6783	Whence dost thou bring this paper?
6783	Where am I to seek that determined enemy of tyrants?
6783	Where did you learn such a truth?
6783	Where is Fiesco?
6783	Where is Verrina?
6783	Where is the Countess?
6783	Where is the spoiler?
6783	Where shall I find it, in you, or in my uncle''s vengeance?
6783	Where?
6783	Which of the two is the most difficult to forgive?
6783	Whither has your artful tongue lured my unguarded heart?
6783	Whither shall I run first?
6783	Whither will these thoughts lead me?
6783	Whither wouldst thou go?
6783	Who answers for her?
6783	Who art thou?
6783	Who calls me?
6783	Who can be coming to disturb me?
6783	Who else could e''er have gnawed the net with which he was surrounded?
6783	Who goes there with the torches?
6783	Who goes there with torches?
6783	Who goes there-- Doria or Fiesco?
6783	Who goes there?
6783	Who goes there?
6783	Who goes there?
6783	Who goes there?
6783	Who goes there?
6783	Who goes there?
6783	Who hired me, did you ask?
6783	Who hired me?
6783	Who hired thee?
6783	Who is here that can offend me?
6783	Who is there?
6783	Who is thy father?
6783	Who is to fall?
6783	Who is without?
6783	Who pays thy wages?
6783	Who rings there?
6783	Who say?
6783	Who set fire to those houses?
6783	Who set those houses on fire?
6783	Who spoke those words?
6783	Who was it that commanded the alarm to be beat?
6783	Who was it that just now departed?
6783	Who was it?
6783	Who will be the first to throw the cord around the tiger?
6783	Who will hold them sacred if my own blood despise them?
6783	Whom do you call inhuman?
6783	Why do you pull my cloak?
6783	Why guard the doors?
6783	Why is my sorrow denied the balm of being shared with others?
6783	Why not these as well?
6783	Why point to her?
6783	Why pour forth this horrible and monstrous curse against thy guiltless daughter?
6783	Why should I fear?
6783	Why should it trouble us?
6783	Why should they not be, my friend?
6783	Why so alarmed, my love?
6783	Why these sentinels?
6783	Why, my child, aspire to such a height?
6783	Will four patriots alone be sufficient to destroy this mighty hydra?
6783	Will they make me an incendiary?
6783	Will you not accompany us thither?
6783	Will you obey my further orders?
6783	Wilt thou be sincere?
6783	Wilt thou release the galley- slaves?
6783	With your leave, sir, a word-- at what weight do you estimate his head?
6783	Would not the Countess of Lavagna have reason to feel honored if Doria''s niece deigned to envy her choice?
6783	Would you choose to see the frolics of my harlequin?
6783	Would you still wear the mask?--or-- how shall I answer them?
6783	Wouldst thou know more, scoffer?
6783	Wouldst thou mix thy heart''s pure tide with a polluted stream?
6783	Wretch that I am?
6783	Yet may I not be so, too?
6783	You are to conceal yourself behind the tapestry-- what can the count intend?
6783	You change color?
6783	You have that list at hand?
6783	You meant then but to jest?
6783	You will not act thus madly?
6783	You, too, so excited, madam?
6783	You, who have watched the soul- convulsing game, which some call pastime?
6783	Your passion meets no longer an indifferent ear, but fires the raging blood-- where am I?
6783	Your watchword?
6783	Zibo, where are we?
6783	and thou, Bourgognino?
6783	art thou mad?
6783	coldness?
6783	do you receive me thus?
6783	dost thou know what punishment that crime demands?
6783	fell a prey to ignominy?
6783	pray has your mistress also hired your tongue?
6783	said I?
6783	say you so, Fiesco?
6783	shall he owe his rank alone to capricious chance, which, from the ashes of mouldering greatness, has patched together a John Louis Fiesco?
6783	the only child of the most obstinate of our republicans?
6783	this must on the morrow be Genoa''s fashion--(politely)--may I have the honor of leading you so abroad, countess?
6783	was not that a dying groan?
6783	what am I going to do?
6783	what horrid business dost thou meditate?
6783	what means this, Bourgognino?
6783	what means this?
6783	what means this?
6783	what noise is that without?
6783	what sudden change is this?
6783	what?
6783	who hired thee?