Take off its interdict. Wait thou the hour
Of that high impulse.
Sebastian. Is it not the Sun
Whose radiant bursting through th' embattled clouds
Doth make it morn? The hour of which thou speak'st
Itself, with all its glory, is the work
Of some commanding nature, which doth bid
The sullen shades disperse. Away!—e'en now
The land's high hearts, the fearless and the true,
Shall know they have a leader. Is not this
The mansion of mine own, mine earliest friend,
Sylveira?
Gonzalez. Aye, its glittering lamps too well
Illume the stately vestibule, to leave
Our sight a moment's doubt. He ever loved
Such pageantries.
Sebastian. His dwelling thus adorned
On such a night! Yet will I seek him here.
He must he faithful, and to him the first
My tale shall be revealed. A sudden chill
Falls on my heart; and yet I will not wrong
My friend with dull suspicion. He hath been
Linked all too closely with mine inmost soul.
And what have I to lose?
Gonzalez. Is their blood nought
Who, without hope, will follow where thou leadest,
Even unto death?
Sebastian. Was that a brave man's voice?
Warrior and friend! how long then hast thou learned
To hold thy blood thus dear?
