Eri. Is there not one Who ne'er commands in vain ?—proud lady, bend Vit. power Viceroy, tell thy lord, Inhabiting man's breast.—A spark bursts forth, Who sport with lightning-and it may be his. -Tell him I fear him not, and thus am free. Eri. 'Tis well. Then nerve that lofty heart to bear The wrath which is not powerless. Yet again Bethink thee, lady!-Love may change-hath changed To vigilant hatred oft, whose sleepless eye Still finds what most it seeks for. Fare thee well. -Look to it yet!-To-morrow I return. [Exit ERIBERT. Vit. To-morrow!-Some ere now have slept and dreamt Of morrows which ne'er dawn'd-or ne'er for them, So silently their deep and still repose Hath melted into death!-Are there not balms In nature's boundless realm, to pour out sleep In wrath, my native Etna! who dost lift at Through the red heaven of sunset!-sleep'st thou still, With all thy founts of fire, while spoilers tread The glowing vales beneath? [PROCIDA enters, disguised. Ha! who art thou, Unbidden guest, that with so mute a step Dost steal upon me? Pro. One, o'er whom hath pass'd All that can change man's aspect!-Yet not long Shalt thou find safety in forgetfulness. -I am he, to breathe whose name is perilous, Unless thy wealth could bribe the winds to silence -Know'st thou this, lady? [He shows a ring. Vit. Righteous Heaven! the pledge Amidst his people from the scaffold thrown By him who perish'd, and whose kingly blood E'en yet is unatoned.-My heart beats high-Oh, welcome, welcome! thou art Procida, Th' Avenger, the Deliverer! Call me so, Yet who can tell If the return'd be welcome?—Many a heart Vit. With such a still and solemn earnestness, Upon my alter'd mien ? Pro. Why dost thou gaze, That I may read If to the widow'd love of Conradin, Or the proud Eribert's triumphant bride, I now intrust my fate. Vit. Thou, Procida ! That thou shouldst wrong me thus !-prolong thy gaze Till it hath found an answer. Pro. 'Tis enough. Which could not stoop to vileness. Yet the voice Vit. And told it not A tale of insolent love repell'd with scorn, Of stern commands and fearful menaces Met with indignant courage?-Procida! It was but now that haughtily I braved His sovereign's mandate, which decrees my hand, With its fair appanage of wide domains And wealthy vassals, a most fitting boon, To recompense his crimes. I smiled-ay, smiled In proud security, for the high of heart Pro. Thou shalt not need To tread its shadowy mazes. Trust my words: I tell thee, that a spirit is abroad, Which will not slumber till its path be traced (Forgive me that I wrong'd its faith) hath nursed A high, majestic grief, whose seal is set Deep on thy marble brow. Vit. Then thou canst tell, By gazing on the wither'd rose, that there Time, or the blight, hath work'd!—Ay, this is in Thy vision's scope: but oh! the things unseen, Untold, undreamt of, which like shadows pass Hourly o'er that mysterious world, a mind To ruin struck by grief!-Yet doth my soul, Far 'midst its darkness, nurse one soaring hope, Wherein is bright vitality.-'Tis to see His blood avenged, and his fair heritage, My beautiful native land, in glory risen, Like a warrior from his slumbers! Hear'st thou not Pro. Of our great mountain swells?—There will be soon In silence o'er thy sorrows, but go forth Thou❜lt find already kindled. I move on In shadow, yet awakening in my path That which shall startle nations. Fare thee well. Vit. When shall we meet again?-Are we not those Whom most he loved on earth, and think'st thou not Pro. Yes, I feel Its breathing influence whilst I look on thee, Await the time. [Exeunt separately. SCENE III.-The Sea-Shore. RAIMOND DI PROCIDA, CONSTtance. Con. There is a shadow far within your eye, Which hath of late been deepening. wont Upon the clearness of your open You were brow To wear a brighter spirit, shedding round If some dark thought be gathering o'er your soul, My Raimond, why is this? Raim. Oh! from the dreams Of youth, sweet Constance, hath not manhood still A wild and stormy wakening ?-They depart, |