Page:The Vespers of Palermo.pdf/86



Its fragile dwelling.—Must not earth be rent Before her gems are found?— Oh! now I feel Worthy the generous love which hath not shunn'd To look on death for me!—My heart hath given Birth to as deep a courage, and a faith As high in its devotion. [Exit Constance.

She is gone! Is it to perish?—God of mercy! lend Power to my voice, that so its prayer may save This pure and lofty creature!—I will follow— But her young footstep and heroic heart Will bear her to destruction faster far Than I can track her path. [Exit Anselmo.

The morn lower'd darkly, but the sun hath now, With fierce and angry splendour, thro' the clouds Burst forth, as if impatient to behold This, our high triumph.—Lead the prisoner in.

Why, what a bright and fearless brow is here! —Is this man guilty?—Look on him, Montalba!

Be firm. Should justice falter at a look?

No, thou say'st well. Her eyes are filletted,