Therefore, again I say, arise! and haste, To realms beyond the deep; so let us part In silence, and for ever. RAIMOND. Let him fly Who holds no deep asylum in his breast, Wherein to shelter from the scoffs of men ! -I can sleep calmly here. PROCIDA. Art thou in love With death and infamy, that so thy choice Is made, lost boy! when freedom courts thy grasp? RAIMOND. Father! to set th' irrevocable seal Upon that shame wherewith ye have branded me, Float in dim beauty through the gloom; but here, PROCIDA. Thy hopes are closed! And what were they to mine?-Thou wilt not fly! RAIMOND. Oh, father!-Now I feel What high prerogatives belong to death. Give shelter to our faults."-When I am gone, pass without my fame-but yet, unstain'd As a clear morning dew-drop. Oh! the grave Hath rights inviolate as a sanctuary's, And they should be my own! PROCIDA. Now, by just Heaven, I will not thus be tortured!-Were my heart But of thy guilt or innocence assured, From the dread mingling of their elements, Storms which have rock'd the earth?-And shall I now And plaything of the winds?"-Look on me, boy! RAIMOND. I will not plead. I will not call th' Omnipotent to attest My innocence. No, father, in thy heart I know my birthright shall be soon restored; PROCIDA. Oh! my son, my son! We will not part in wrath!—the sternest hearts, Hide something still, round which their tendrils cling Sufficient to himself. RAIMOND. Yet, on that summit, When with her bright wings glory shadows thee, Yet might have soar'd as high! PROCIDA. No, fear thou not! Thou 'It be remember'd long. The canker-worm O'th' heart is ne'er forgotten. RAIMOND. "Oh! not thus I would not thus be thought of." PROCIDA. Let me deem Again that thou art base!-for thy bright looks, I have no tears.-Oh! thus thy mother look'd, RAIMOND. Now death has lost His sting, since thou believ'st me innocent. PROCIDA (wildly.) Thou innocent!-Am I thy murderer then? Filling a traitor's veins !-Let the earth drink it; Thou wouldst receive our foes!-but they shall meet |