Are vain, and yet I bless them. Con. The dying look not thus. Say not vain; Raim. I have seen death ere now, and known him wear Full many a changeful aspect. Con. Oh! but none Radiant as thine, my warrior!-Thou wilt live! Look round thee!-all is sunshine-is not this A smiling world? Raim. Ay, gentlest love, a world Of joyous beauty and magnificence, Almost too fair to leave!-Yet must we tame Beneath these festal skies !-Be not deceived; That viewless thing, which, with its mortal weeds Forgets not how to love! Con. And must this be? Heaven, thou art merciful!-Oh! bid our souls Depart together! Raim. Constance! there is strength Within thy gentle heart, which hath been proved Nobly, for me:-Arouse it once again! Thy grief unmans me—and I fain would meet Con. I will be calm. Let thy head rest upon my bosom, Raimond, There is And I will so suppress its quick deep sobs, PROCIDA and ANSELMO enter. Ans. seeing RAIMOND, starts back. PROCIDA, on Lift up thy head, Brave youth, exultingly! for lo! thine hour Raim. 'Tis enough! Rejoice, Rejoice, my Constance! for I leave a name Fold me yet closer, for an icy dart Hath touch'd my veins. [He sinks back. To thy breast Con. And must thou leave me, Raimond? Alas! thine eye grows dim-its wandering glance Is full of dreams. Raim. I was no traitor! Haste, haste, and tell my father Pro. (rushing forward.) To that father's heart Return, forgiving all thy wrongs, return! Speak to me, Raimond!—Thou wert ever kind, And brave, and gentle! Say that all the past Shall be forgiven! That word from none but thee My lips e'er ask'd. Speak to me once, my boy, meet For a crown'd conqueror!-Hark! the trumpet's voice! [A sound of triumphant music is heard gradu- Is't not a thrilling call?—What drowsy spell Ans. There fled a noble spirit! Con. Disturb him not! Ans. [He dies. The strife is past. Hush he sleeps Alas! this is no sleep From which the eye doth radiantly unclose: [The music continues approaching. GUIDO Gui. The shrines are deck'd, the festive torches blaze Where is our brave deliverer ?-We are come To crown Palermo's victor! Ans. Ye come too late. The voice of human praise doth send no echo Into the world of spirits. [The music ceases. Pro. (after a pause.) Is this dust I look on -Raimond ?-'tis but sleep-a smile On his pale cheek sits proudly. Raimond, wake! Oh, God! and this was his triumphant day! Con. (starting.) Art thou his father? I know thee now.-Hence! with thy dark stern eye, And thy cold heart! Thou canst not wake him now! Away! he will not answer but to me, For none like me hath loved him! Ye shall not rend him from me. Pro. He is mine! Oh! he knew Thy love, poor maid!—Shrink from me now no more ! He knew thy heart-but who shall tell him now -Why, what a world is this !-Truth ever bursts [He throws himself upon the body of RAIMOND. ANNOTATION ON "THE VESPERS OF PALERMO." "The Vespers of Palermo was the earliest of the dramatic productions of our author. The period in which the scene is laid, is sufficiently known from the title of the play. The whole is full of life and action. The same high strain of moral propriety marks this piece as all others of her writings. The hero is an enthusiast for glory, for liberty, and for virtue: and on his courage, his forbearance, the integrity of his love, making the firmness of his patriotism appear doubtful, rests the interest of the plot. It is worthy of remark, that some of its best parts have already found their way into an excellent selection of pieces for schools, and thus contribute to give lessons of morality to those who are most susceptible of the interest of tragedy. "It may not be so generally remembered, that the same historical event was made the subject of a French tragedy, about the same time that the English one was written, and by a poet now of very great popularity in France. We hesitate not to give the preference to Mrs Hemans, for invention and interest, accurate delineation of character, and adherence to probability. Both the tragedies are written in a style of finished elegance."-PROFESSOR NORTON in North American Review, 1827. |