A fearful burst!-Vittoria! brood no more Fare thee well. Vittoria. When shall we meet again?-Are we not those Whom most he loved on earth, and think'st thou not That love e'en yet shall bring his spirit near While thus we hold communion? Procida. Yes, I feel Its breathing influence whilst I look on thee, Who wert its light in life. Yet will we not Make womanish tears our offering on his tomb; He shall have nobler tribute!-I must hence, But thou shalt soon hear more. Await the time. [Exeunt separately. SCENE III. The Sea-Shore. RAIMOND DI PROCIDA, CONSTANCE. Constance. There is a shadow far within your eye, Which hath of late been deepening. You were wont Upon the clearness of your open brow To wear a brighter spirit, shedding round If some dark thought be gathering o'er your soul, Raimond. Oh! from the dreams Of youth, sweet Constance, hath not manhood still Press on the soul, from its unfathom❜d depth With high aspirings, making it a curse To breathe where noble minds are bow'd; as here. To breathe!-It is not breath! Constance. I know thy grief, -And is't not mine? for those devoted men Doom'd with their life to expiate some wild word, Born of the social hour. Oh! I have knelt, E'en at my brother's feet, with fruitless tears, The cause of mercy. Raimond. Waste not thou thy prayers, Oh, gentle love, for them. There's little need Alas! I see Constance. That some new wrong hath pierced you to the soul. Raimond. Pardon, beloved Constance, if my words, From feelings hourly stung, have caught, perchance, A tone of bitterness.-Oh! when thine eyes, With their sweet eloquent thoughtfulness, are fix'd Thus tenderly on mine, I should forget All else in their soft balms; and yet I came Constance. What? What wouldst thou say? O speak! Thou wouldst not leave me! Raimond. I have cast a cloud, The shadow of dark thoughts and ruin'd fortunes, Hath given me nobler being; made my heart Of strong affection; and I would not change Raimond. Oh! thou hast deserved Seems fading in the dim obscurity Constance. Must we part? And is it come to this? Oh! I have still Raimond. Oh, speak not thus ! For I have dreamt of fame!-A few short years, Constance. A few short years! Less time may well suffice for death and fate To work all change on earth!-To break the ties Which early love had form'd; and to bow down Th' elastic spirit, and to blight each flower Strewn in life's crowded path!-But be it so! Be it enough to know that happiness Meets thee on other shores. Raimond. Where'er I roam, Thou shalt be with my soul!-Thy soft low voice Constance. Then there's a respite still. Days!-not a day but in its course may bring Some strange vicissitude to turn aside Th' impending blow we shrink from.-Fare thee well. (returning) Oh, Raimond! this is not our last farewell! Thou wouldst not so deceive me? Raimond. Gentlest and best beloved! we meet again. Doubt me not, [Exit CONSTANCE. Raimond (after a pause.) When shall I breathe To those untameable and burning thoughts, My heart i' th' land of bondage?-Oh! with you, And of infinity! thou blue-rolling deep, And you, ye stars! whose beams are characters With you my soul finds room, and casts aside Of sea and heaven with me. [PROCIDA enters unobserved. It is the hour He named, and yet he comes not. Procida (coming forward.) He is here. Raimond. Now, thou mysterious stranger, thou, whose glance Doth fix itself on memory, and pursue Thought, like a spirit, haunting its lone hours; Reveal thyself; what art thou? |