Will you not hear me?-Oh! that they who need Hourly forgiveness, they who do but live, While Mercy's voice, beyond th' eternal stars, Wins the great Judge to listen, should be thus, In their vain exercise of pageant power, Hard and relentless!-Gentle brother, yet, "Tis in your choice to imitate that Heaven Whose noblest joy is pardon. ERIBERT. "Tis too late. You have a soft and moving voice, which pleads With eloquent melody-but they must die. CONSTANCE. What, die!-for words?-for breath, which leaves no trace To sully the pure air, wherewith it b'ends, And is, being utter'd, gone?-Why, 'twere enough One little day of man's free heritage, Heaven's warm and sunny light!-Oh! if you deem Shall bid stern Justice wake. ERIBERT. I am not one Of those weak spirits, that timorously keep watch For fair occasions, thence to borrow hues Of virtue for their deeds. My school hath been Where power sits crown'd and arm'd.—And, mark me, sister! To a distrustful nature it might seem Strange, that your lips thus earnestly should plead For these Sicilian rebels. O'er my being Suspicion holds no power. And yet take note. -I have said, and they must die. Should arm in madness.-Brother! I have seen ERIBERT. Am I then To pause, and doubt, and shrink, because a girl, CONSTANCE. Oh! looks are no illusions, when the soul, Which may not speak in words, can find no way ERIBERT. Yes! whose name It rests with me to make a word of fear, A sound forbidden 'midst the haunts of men. CONSTANCE. But not forgotten!-Ah! beware, beware! -Nay, look not sternly on me.-There is one The spring-time glow is lingering. 'Twas but now Just dawning in her breast;-and I—I dared To foster its faint spark.-You smile!—Oh! then ERIBERT. Nay, I but smiled to think What a fond fool is hope!-She may be taught CONSTANCE. Oh, brother! hard of heart!-for deeds like these There must be fearful chastening, if on high Justice doth hold her state. And I must tell [Exit CONSTANCE. SCENE II-A ruined Tower, surrounded by Woods. But hidden, till its hour.-Wouldst thou dare, lady, To join our councils at the night's mid-watch, In the lone cavern by the rock-hewn cross? VITTORIA. What should I shrink from? |