THE VESPERS OF PALERMO. A TRAGEDY, IN FIVE ACTS. DRAMATIS PERSONE. COUNT DI PROCIDA. RAIMOND DI PROCIDA, his Son. ERIBERT, Viceroy. DE COUCI. MONTALBA. GUIDO. ALBERTI. ANSELMO, a Monk. VITTORIA. CONSTANCE, Sister to Eribert. Nobles, Soldiers, Messengers, Vassals, Peasants, &c. &c. SCENE-Palermo. АСТ I. SCENE I. A Valley, with Vineyards and Cottages. Groups of Peasants-PROCIDA, disguised as a Pilgrim, among them. 1st Pea. Ay, this was wont to be a festal time In days gone by! I can remember well The old familiar melodies that rose At break of morn, from all our purple hills, To welcome in the vintage. Of revelry within the palaces, Never since But the light hearts so joyously, There is no voice Yes there are sounds And the fair castles of our ancient lords, Where now the stranger banquets. Ye may hear, From thence the peals of song and laughter rise At midnight's deepest hour. 3d Pea. Alas! we sat, In happier days, so peacefully beneath As on the crested chieftain's. We are bow'd Pea's Child. My father, tell me when once more In Sicily's green vales. Alas! my boy, Men meet not now to quaff the flowing bowl, The weight of work-day care:-they meet to speak Of wrongs and sorrows, and to whisper thoughts They dare not breathe aloud. Pro. (from the background.) Ay, it is well So to relieve th' o'erburthen'd heart, which pants Beneath its weight of wrong; but better far In silence to avenge them! An Old Pea. Came with that startling tone? 1st Pea. What deep voice It was our guest's, The stranger pilgrim who hath sojourn'd here Since yester-morn. Good neighbours mark him well: He hath a stately bearing, and an eye Whose glance looks through the heart. His mien accords Ill with such vestments. How he folds round him His pilgrim-cloak, e'en as it were a robe Of knightly ermine! That commanding step Should have been used in courts and camps to move. Mark him! Old Pea. Nay, rather, mark him not; the times Are fearful, and they teach the boldest hearts A cautious lesson. What should bring him here? A Youth. He spoke of vengeance! Old Pea. Peace! we are beset By snares on every side, and we must learn In silence and in patience to endure. Talk not of vengeance, for the word is death. Pro. (coming forward indignantly.) The word is death! And what hath life for thee, That thou shouldst cling to it thus? thou abject thing! Whose very soul is moulded to the yoke, And stamp'd with servitude. What! is it life, Which drag thus poorly on? Some of the Peas. Away, away! Leave us, for there is danger in thy presence. Pro. Why, what is danger?-Are there deeper ills Than those ye bear thus calmly? Ye have drain'd The cup of bitterness till nought remains To fear or shrink from-therefore, be ye strong! Power dwelleth with despair.-Why start ye thus At words which are but echoes of the thoughts Lock'd in your secret souls ?--Full well I know, There is not one among you, but hath nursed Some proud indignant feeling, which doth make One conflict of his life. I know thy wrongs, And thine and thine, but if within your breasts There is no chord that vibrates to my voice, Then fare ye well. A Youth (coming forward.) No, no! say on, say on! There are still free and fiery hearts e'en here, Pea. thou hast a hope to give us Pro. If that indeed There is hope For all who suffer with indignant thoughts Which work in silent strength. What! think ye O'erlooks th' oppressor, if he bear awhile Pro. Be vigilant ; And when the signal wakes the land, arise! The peasant's arm is strong, and there shall be A rich and noble harvest. Fare ye well. [Exit PROCIDA. 1st Pea. This man should be a prophet: how he seem'd To read our hearts with his dark searching glance And aspect of command! and yet his garb Is mean as ours. 2d Pea. Speak low; I know him well. At first his voice disturb'd me, like a dream |