With all thy founts of fire, while spoilers tread The glowing vales beneath? (PROCIDA enters disguised.) Ha! who art thou, Unbidden guest, that with so mute a step Dost steal upon me? PROCIDA. One, o'er whom hath pass'd All that can change man's aspect!-Yet not long -I am he, to breathe whose name is perilous, Unless thy wealth could bribe the winds to silence. VITTORIA. [He shows a ring. Righteous Heaven! the pledge Amidst his people from the scaffold thrown PROCIDA. Call me so When my great task is done. Yet who can tell If the return'd be welcome ?-Many a heart Is changed since last we met. VITTORIA. Why dost thou gaze, With such a still and solemn earnestness, Upon my alter'd mien ? If to the widow'd love of Conradin, Or the proud Eribert's triumphant bride, I now entrust my fate. VITTORIA. Thou, Procida! That thou shouldst wrong me thus !-Prolong thy gaze Till it hath found an answer. PROCIDA. "Tis enough. I find it in thy cheek, whose rapid change Commanding spirit holds its native state Which could not stoop to vileness. Yet the voice Of Fame hath told afar that thou shouldst wed This tyrant, Eribert. VITTORIA. And told it not A tale of insolent love repell'd with scorn, His sovereign's mandate, which decrees my hand, And wealthy vassals, a most fitting boon, To recompense his crimes. I smiled-aye, smiled- Have still a pathway to escape disgrace, PROCIDA. Thou shalt not need To tread its shadowy mazes. Trust my words: I tell thee, that a spirit is abroad, Which will not slumber till its path be traced It is most meet that thou shouldst live to see The mighty expiation; for thy heart (Forgive me that I wrong'd its faith) hath nursed A high, majestic grief, whose seal is set Deep on thy marble brow. VITTORIA. Then thou canst tell, By gazing on the wither'd rose, that there Time, or the blight, hath work'd!-Aye, this is in PROCIDA. Hear'st thou not With what a deep and ominous moan, the voice Of our great mountain swells?-There will be soon In silence o'er thy sorrows, but go forth And let thy breath give nurture to the spark That which shall startle nations. Fare thee well. VITTORIA. When shall we meet again?-Are we not those While thus we hold communion? PROCIDA. Yes, I feel Its breathing influence whilst I look on thee, |