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.
Ans. 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.
Scene III.—Hall of a Public Building.
Procida, Montalba, Guido, and others, seated as on a
Tribunal.
Procida. 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.
(Raimond is brought in fettered and guarded.)
Why, what a bright and fearless brow is here!
—Is this man guilty?—Look on him, Montalba!
Montalba. Be firm. Should justice falter at a look?
Pro. No, thou say'st well. Her eyes are filletted,
