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Aye, thou say'st right. There yet are souls which tower As landmarks to mankind.—Well, what's the task ?
-There is a man to be condemn’d, you say ? Is he then guilty ?
Thus we deem of him
With one accord.
And bath he nought to plead ?
Nought but a soul unstain'd.
Why, that is little.
Was 't not the penalty imposed on man,
Such be his doom ! I have said. Aye, now my heart
(He sinks back.)
Guards, bear the prisoner
Back to his dungeon.
Father! oh, look up;
Thou art my father still !
(Guido leaving the Tribunal, throws himself on the neck
Oh! Raimond, Raimond ! If it should be that I have wrong'd thee, say Thou dost forgive me.
Friend of my young days, So may all-pitying heaven!
(Raimond is led out.)
Whose voice was that?
Where is he?-gone ?—now I may breathe once more In the free air of heaven. Let us away.
END OF ACT THE FOURTH.
ACT THE FIFTH.
SCENE I.-A Prison, dimly lighted.
PROCIDA (gazing upon him earnestly). Can he then sleep?—Th' o’ershadowing night hath wrapt Earth, at her stated hours—the stars have set Their burning watch ; and all things hold their course Of wakefulness and rest ; yet hath not sleep Sat on mine eyelids since--but this avails not! -And thus he slumbers !—“Why this mien doth seem As if its soul were but one lofty thought Of an immortal destiny !"-his brow Is calm as waves whereon the midnight heavens Are imaged silently.--Wake, Raimond, wake! Thy rest is deep.
RAIMOND (starting up).
My father !-Wherefore here?
I am prepared to die, yet would I not
'Twas not for this I came.
Then wherefore ?-and upon thy lofty brow
Perchance 'tis shame. Yes! it may well be shame !-for I have striven With nature's feebleness, and been o'erpower’d. -Howe'er it be, 'tis not for thee to gaze, Noting it thus. Rise, let me loose thy chains. Arise, and follow me; but let thy step Fall without sound on earth : I have prepared The means for thy escape.
What! thou ! the austere, The inflexible Procida ! hast thou done this, Deeming me guilty still ?
Upbraid me not! It is even so.
There have been nobler deeds By Roman fathers done,-but I am weak.