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, 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, Rent as with Heaven's own lightning, by what means 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. What wouldst thou do? 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; I doubt thee !-See thou waver not-take heed. Raim. [Exit PROCIDA We start, and find men thus !-Yet be it so! To realize its dreams?-Ay, shrinking not Thou shalt be saved, sweet Constance !-Love is yet [Exit RAIMOND SCENE III.-Gardens of a Palace. CONSTANCE, alone. Con. There was a time when my thoughts wander'd not Beyond these fairy scenes!-when but to catch The languid fragrance of the southern breeze From the rich flowering citrons, or to rest, Dreaming of some wild legend, in the shade Of the dark laurel foliage, was enough Of happiness.-How have these calm delights Fled from before one passion, as the dews, The delicate gems of morning, are exhaled By the great sun! [RAIMOND enters. Raimond! oh! now thou 'rt come I read it in thy look-to say farewell Raim. No, best beloved! I come to tell thee there is now no power Con. I have dreamt of joy, But never aught like this.-Speak yet again! Raim. Since last we met. My father-keep the tale I leave thee not. Con. Thy father! blessed sound! How my soul clings to thine, he could not hate The sunny happiness of earlier days Look from thy brow once more!-But how is this? And in thy look is that which ill befits A tale of joy. Raim. A dream is on my soul. I see a slumberer, crown'd with flowers, and smiling As in delighted visions, on the brink Of a dread chasm; and this strange fantasy THE VESPERS OF PALERMO. I cannot but be sad. Con. Why, let me sing One of the sweet wild strains you love so well, And this will banish it Raim. It may not be. Oh! gentle Constance, go not forth to-day; Con. His stately bride. In sooth, my step of joy Will print earth lightly now. What fear'st thou, love ? Through each glad thrilling vein, will brightly chase Breathes of delight!-Through all its glowing realms Till each light leaf seems trembling unto sounds Raim. Which deem'd their flash unnoticed, and a quick Its mien with carelessness; and now and then, Con. I tremble!-Raimond! It was a day Of festival, like this; the city sent Up through her sunny firmament a voice Joyous as now; when, scarcely heralded By one deep moan, forth from his cavernous depths Till the brain whirl'd, partaking the sick motion Con. And then dist thou, My noble Raimond! through the dreadful paths Laid open by destruction, past the chasms, Whose fathomless clefts, a moment's work, had given One burial unto thousands, rush to save Thy trembling Constance! she who lives to bless 25 Thy generous love, that still the breath of Heaven Raim. Con. "Twill be the bridal hour Raim. And knowst thou no It will not, love! That hour will bring no bridal!-Naught of this To breathe fond tales, and make the twilight groves Con. It might be mine; but in this dread suspense,- There is no calm.-Yet fear thou not, dear love! Con. My Raimond, fare thee well. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Room in the Citadel of Palermo. De Cou. Said'st thou this night? Alb. E'en now the sun declines. De Cou. This very night-and lo! What! are they arin'd? Alb. All arm'd, and strong in vengeance and despair. De Cou. Doubtful and strange the tale! Why was not this reveal'd before? Alb. Mistrust me not, my lord. |