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Oh! thou wilt yet relent, for woman's heart
Away! Why should I pity thee?- Thou wilt but prove What I have known before-and yet I live! Nature is strong, and it may all be borneThe sick impatient yearning of the heart For that which is not; and the weary sense Of the dull void, wherewith our homes have been Circled by death ; yes, all things may be borne ! All, save remorse.—But I will not bow down My spirit to that dark power :—there was no guilt! Anselmo ! wherefore didst thou talk of guilt ?
Aye, thus doth sensitive conscience quicken thought,
Leave me in peace!
With dread suggestions, but that thy cold words,
[Exit VITTORIA. ANSELMO (to CONSTANCE).
Despair not thou,
Did she not say
I tell thee not
Blood on my
Have I not heard Some fearful tale ?--Who said, that there should rest
soul ?-What blood ?-I never bore Hatred, kind father, urto aught that breathes; Raimond doth know it well.–Raimond !-High heaven, It bursts upon me now!-and he must die ! For my sake-e'en for mine!
Her words were strange, And her proud mind seem'd half to frenzy wrought-Perchance this may not be.
To give their stern and unrelenting hearts
Stay! wouldst thou rush
On certain death?
I may not falter now,
Thou fair and gentle thing,
There is strength
She is gone!
pure and lofty creature !—I will follow-
SCENE III.-Hall of a Public Building.
Procida, MONTALBA, Guido, and others, seated as on a
The morn lower'd darkly, but the sun hath now,
(Raimond is brought in fettered and guarded.)
Why, what a bright and fearless brow is here!