CASTRUCCIO.
Ye do mistake me, signors: all my thoughts
To ye are grateful ones. But for your rash
And ill-advised attempt, I had not known
How true the love on which my power is built—
How strong the cause the people trust with me!
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GONSALVI.
Are fill'd with people, and unwillingly
Would I shed blood. What! Castrucani here?
CASTRUCCIO.
And ask, what are the terms he brings from Florence?
GONSALVI.
I have arranged our treaty.
CASTRUCCIO.
GONSALVI.
True vassals unto Florence: and each year
Remit your tribute—twenty thousand florins!
CASTRUCCIO.
Men who have met ye bravely in the field?
Now hear me, Count Gonsalvi: Lucca rather
Would see her walls dismantled, than consent
To yield such base submission!