RAIMOND (starting up). forth! They are gone forth! my father leads them on! The hour's stern joy, and waves his floating mane Even now-and I am here! ANSELMO. Alas, be calm! To the same grave ye press,-thou that dost pine Beneath a weight of chains, and they that rule The fortunes of the fight. RAIMOND. Aye! Thou canst feel The calm thou wouldst impart, for unto thee All men alike, the warrior and the slave, By fathers with their children, bearing wreaths, VITTORIA rushes in wildly, as if pursued. VITTORIA. Anselmo art thou found? Haste, haste, or all is lost! Perchance thy voice, Whereby they deem Heaven speaks, thy lifted cross, And prophet-mien, may stay the fugitives, Or shame them back to die. ANSELMO. The fugitives! What words are these?-the sons of Sicily Fly not before the foe? VITTORIA. That I should say It is too true! ANSELMO. And thou-thou bleedest, lady! VITTORIA. Peace! heed not me, when Sicily is lost! I stood upon the walls, and watched our bands, The fiery impulse given, and valiant men Had seal'd their freedom with their blood-when lo! That false Alberti led his recreant vassals E'en of their nobler leaders, and dismay, That swift contagion, on Palermo's bands Came like a deadly blight. They fled!-Oh shame! Pursued their winged steps! RAIMOND. Thou hast not named Their chief-Di Procida-He doth not fly VITTORIA. No! like a kingly lion in the toils, Daring the hunters yet, he proudly strives But all in vain! The few that breast the storm, Fight but for graves upon the battle-field. RAIMOND. And I am here!-Shall there be power, O God! To burst my heart-and not to rend my chains? To set the strong man free! VITTORIA (after gazing upon him earnestly). Worthy the fame and blessing of all time, (She sinks back against a pillar.) ANSELMO. Oh Heaven! the life-blood streams Fast from thy heart-thy troubled eyes grow dim. Who hath done this? VITTORIA. Before the gates I stood, And in the name of him, the loved and lost, ANSELMO. It may not be too late. Help, help! VITTORIA. Yet, oh yet, Away! Bright is the hour which brings me liberty! ATTENDANTS enter. Haste, be those fetters riven!-Unbar the gates, And set the captive free! (The ATTENDANTS seem to hesitate.) Know ye not her Who should have worn your country's diadem? |