THE VESPERS OF PALERMO. I come to ask your aid. You see me, one Of my own bosom, live-another's bride? Sicilians. Never, oh, never!—fear not, noble lady! Worthy of Conradin ! Vit. Yet hear me still, His bride, that Eribert's, who notes our tears With his insulting eye of cold derision, And, could he pierce the depths where feeling works, -Say, is this meet? Gui. Thy willing choice; Pro. We deem'd these nuptials, lady Fear not; by all our wrongs, Vittoria, thou art come To ask our aid-but we have need of thine. Thy bridal! Vit. Pro. Procida! Nay, start not thus, "Tis no hard task to bind your raven hair Vit. Dissemble thus? Pro. Can my soul We have no other means Of winning our great birthright back from those Mon. With the flush'd revellers, making their gay feas Then we will mix A bridal day! The harvest of the grave. Vit. -Must it be so ?-Then, chiefs of Sicily, I bid you to my nuptials! but be there With your bright swords unsheathed, for thus alone Pro. And let thy banquet 29 Be soon announced, for there are noble men Vit. Gui. My brother, thou shalt live!-Oppression boasts To name our signal, chiefs! Mon. The Vesper-bell! Pro. Even so the Vesper-bell, whose deep-toned peal Is heard o'er land and wave. Part of our band, Wearing the guise of antic revelry, Shall enter, as in some fantastic pageant, That sound shall wake th' avenger; for 'tis come, To burst the spell which bound us. But the night Is waning, with her stars, which, one by one Warn us to part. Friends, to your homes!-your homes? That name is yet to win.-Away, prepare For our next meeting in Palermo's walls. The Vesper-bell! Remember! Sicilians. The Vesper-bell! Fear us not. [Exeunt omnes ACT III. SCENE 1.-Apartment in a Fance. ERIBERT, VITTORIA. Vit. Speak not of love-it is a word with deep Strange magic in is melancholy sound, To summon up the dead; and they should rest, At such an hour, forgotten. There are things We must throw from us, when the heart would gather Therefore, no more of love!-But, if to robe Eri. My fortune's star Doth rule th' ascendant still! (Apart.)-If not of love, And with exulting heart Vit. There is no joy! -Who shall look through the far futurity, Develop on his gaze, 'midst their dim throng, THE VESPERS OF PALERMO. "This will bring happiness?"-Who shall do this? Of future joy and grief! Eri. Vit. I have a boon to ask. Eri. Command my power, And deem it thus most honor'd. Vit. Have I then Soar'd such an eagle pitch, as to command The mighty Eribert ?-And yet 'tis meet; For I bethink me now, I should have worn A crown upon this forehead. Generous lord! Since thus you give me freedom, know, there is An hour I have loved from childhood, and a sound Whose tones, o'er earth and ocean sweetly bearing A sense of deep repose, have lull'd me oft To peace-which is forgetfulness; I mean The Vesper-bell. I pray you let it be The summons to our bridal-Hear you not? 'To our fair bridal! Appoint each circumstance. I am too bless'd, Vit. Why, then, 'tis mine Part we a few brief hours; and doubt not, when Eri. Your smiles are troubled, ladyMay they e'er long be brighter! Time will seem Slow till the Vesper-bell. "Tis lover's phrase Vit. Whether they bear, on their swift silent wing, Pleasure or fate, Eri. Be not so full of thought On such a day,-Behold, the skies themselves Unshadow'd by a cloud. Vit. 'Tis very meet That Heaven (which loves the just) should wear a smile Forgive me if I say, farewell until Th' appointed hour. Eri. Lady a brief farewell. [Exeunt separately. SCENE II.-The Seashore. PROCIDA, RAIMOND. Pro. And dost thou still refuse to share the glory Of this, our daring enterprise? Raim. Oh, father! I, too, have dreamt of glory, and the word, Hath to my soul been as a trumpet's voice, Whereby 'twas won-the high exploits, whose tale Than such as thou requirest. Pro. Every deed Hath sanctity, if bearing for its aim The freedom of our country; and the sword Alike is honor'd in the patriot's hand, Searching 'midst warrior-hosts, the heart which gave At dead of night. Raim. (turning away.) There is no path but one For noble natures. Pro. Wouldst thou ask the man Who to the earth hath dash'd a nation's chains, To that most bright and sovereign destiny Hath led o'er trampled thousands, be it call'd A stern necessity but not a crime! Raim. Father! my soul yet kindles at the thought Of nobler lessons, in my boyhood learn'd Ev'n from thy voice.-The high remembrances Of other days are stirring in the heart Where thou didst plant them; and they speak of men Acts that would bear Heaven's light-and such be mine! The praise and blessing of all valiant hearts THE VESPERS OF PALERMO. On our most righteous cause? Pro. Than hosts can wield against her!-I would rouse There is a work to be this eve begun, When rings the Vesper-bell and, long before Of the Provençal tongue within our walls, As by one thunderstroke-(you are pale my son)— Raim. Since thou dost feel Pro. Are means that might avert it. Raim. Speak! oh speak! Pro. How would those rescued thousands bless thy name, Shouldst thou betray us! Raim. Pro. (after a pause.) Thou hast a brow Clear as the day-and yet I doubt thee, Raimond! From a long look through man's deep-folded heart; Raim. [Exit PROCIDA. |