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RAIMOND. Who hath done this f Father —if I may call thee by that name— Look, with thy piercing eye, on those whose smiles Were masks that hid their daggers.-There, perchance, May lurk what loves not light too strong. For me, I know but this—there needs no deep research To prove the truth—that murderers may be traitors Ev’n to each other. PRocIDA (to MonTALBA). His unaltering cheek Still vividly doth hold its natural hue, And his eye quails not l—Is this innocence f MONTALBA, No! 'tis th’ unshrinking hardihood of crime. —Thou bear'st a gallant mien'—But where is she Whom thou hast barter'd fame and life to save, The fair Provençal maid f—What know'st thou not That this alone were guilt, to death allied ? Was 't not our law that he who spared a foe, (And is she not of that detested race f) Should thencesorth be amongst us as a foe —Where hast thou borne her ?—speak
RAIMOND. That Heaven, whose eye Burns up thy soul with its far-searching glance, Is with her; she is safe. PROCIDA. And by that word Thy doom is seal’d.—Oh God! that I had died Before this bitter hour, in the full strength And glory of my heart!
(CoNSTANCE enters, and rushes to RAIMOND.)
CONSTANCE. Oh ! art thou found 2 —But yet, to find thee thus !—Chains, chains for thee! My brave, my noble love!—Off with these bonds; Let him be free as air :-for I am come To be your victim now. RAIMOND. Death has no pang More keen than this.-Oh! wherefore art thou here f I could have died so calmly, deeming thee Saved, and at peace.
CONSTANCE. At peace —And thou hast thought Thus poorly of my love —But woman's breast Hath strength to suffer too.—Thy father sits On this tribunal; Raimond, which is he * RAIMOND. My father!—who hath lull'd thy gentle heart With that false hope —Beloved gaze around— See, if thine eye can trace a father's soul
in the dark looks bent on us.
(constance, after earnestly eramining the countenances
of the judges, falls at the feet of procidA.)
Nay, turn thou not away!—for I beheld
I look upon thee, and my failing heart
constance (sinking into the arms of RAIMOND.) Raimond, farewell !—Oh! when thy star hath risen To its bright noon, forget not, best beloved, I died for thee! RAIMOND. - High heaven thou seest these things; And yet endur'st them —Shalt thou die for me, Purest and loveliest being 2–but our fate May not divide us long.—Her cheek is cold— Her deep blue eyes are closed—Should this be death ! —If thus, there yet were mercy!—Father, father Is thy heart human f PROCIDA. Bear her hence, I say! Why must my soul be torn ?
(ANSELMo enters, holding a crucific.)
Will not the visions of your midnight couch