CONSTANCE. At peace! And thou hast thought Thus poorly of my love !-But woman's breast RAIMOND. My father!—who hath lull'd thy gentle heart In the dark looks bent on us. (CONSTANCE, after earnestly examining the countenances of the judges, falls at the feet of PROcida.) CONSTANCE. Thou art he ! Nay, turn thou not away!-for I beheld Thy proud lip quiver, and a watery mist Pass o'er thy troubled eye; and then I knew In truth a worthless sacrifice for his, But yet mine all.-Oh! he hath still to run A long bright race of glory. RAIMOND. Constance, peace! I look upon thee, and my failing heart Is as a broken reed. CONSTANCE (still addressing PROCIDA). If 'twas his crime to rescue me, behold I come to be the atonement ! Let him live PROCIDA (after a pause). I am as calm as that dead Maiden, thou 'rt deceived! pause of nature Ere the full thunder bursts.-A judge is not Father or friend. Who calls this man my son ? -My son!-Aye! thus his mother proudly smiled— But she was noble !-Traitors stand alone, Loosed from all ties.-Why should I trifle thus? -Bear her away! RAIMOND (starting forward). And whither? MONTALBA. Unto death. Why should she live when all her race have perish'd? 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, May not divide us long. Her cheek is cold— -If thus, there yet were mercy!-Father, father! PROCIDA. Bear her hence, I say! Why must my soul be torn? (ANSELMO enters, holding a crucifix.) ANSELMO. Now, by this sign Of Heaven's prevailing love, ye shall not harm Be wild and dark enough, but ye must heap Crime upon crime?-Be ye content :-your dreams, Be haunted by the voice which doth not sleep, E'en though this maid be spared!-Constance, look up! Thou shalt not die. RAIMOND. Oh! death e'en now hath veil'd The light of her soft beauty.-Wake, my love; Wake at my voice! PROCIDA. Anselmo, lead her hence, And let her live, but never meet my sight. -Begone !-My heart will burst. RAIMOND. One last embrace! -Again life's rose is opening on her cheek; Yet must we part.-So love is crush'd on earth! There was a voice which call'd me.-Am I not A spirit freed from earth?-Have I not pass'd ANSELMO. Oh, haste away! CONSTANCE. Yes! Raimond calls me.-He too is released And all is well-Away! And I have but to die. Comes thy great task. (She is led out by ANSELMO.) RAIMOND. The pang is o'er, MONTALBA. Now, Procida, Wake! summon to thine aid All thy deep soul's commanding energies; PROCIDA. Ha ha!-Men's hearts should be of softer mould Their children then with an unfaltering voice, And we must tremble thus !—Is it not said, |