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Learns what it owes the future. The sage, the hero, leave their great example Heroic guides upon a glorious path; They are the lights by which we shape our course, Only by looking up can we see Heav'n.

You're eloquent, my lord!

I'll try to save him, and must see Leoni. (Aloud.) Our guests await your pleasure.

I pray their pardon: but who is yon knight Clad in white armour?

Our house's chiefest honour; when the Moors Made him a prisoner, on his plighted word, So high they held the Count Vitelli's name, They let him seek his native land to raise The ransom which they set. He found his lands Impoverish'd like the state, and could not raise The heavy sum required. In vain 'twas urged Small faith was needed with the Infidel; But he return'd, taking his chains again, And died a captive.

And, in the presence of this noble knight, Who looks in visible scorn upon ye now, Your ancestor, Arrezi, have you plann'd To violate all hospitable rites!

Count Castruccio!