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At peace !-And thou hast thought Thus poorly of my love !—But woman's breast Hath strength to suffer too.-Thy father sits On this tribunal ; Raimond, which is he?
My father !-who hath lulld thy gentle heart
(CONSTANCE, after earnestly examining the countenances
of the judges, falls at the feet of PROCIDA.)
Thou art he!
mine all.-Oh! he hath still to run A long bright race of glory.
I look upon thee, and my failing heart
Oh, yet relent!
PROCIDA (after a pause).
Maiden, thou 'rt deceived ! I am as calm as that dead
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).
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!
High heaven! thou seest these things ;
-If thus, there yet were mercy !-Father, father!
Bear her hence, I say ! Why must my soul be torn ?
(ANSELMO enters, holding a crucifix.)
Now, by this sigu
Be wild and dark enough, but ye must heap
Oh! death e'en now hath veil'd
The light of her soft beauty.-Wake, my love ;
Anselmo, lead her hence, And let her live, but never meet my sight. -Begone!-My heart will burst.
One last embrace ! - Again life’s rose is opening on her cheek; Yet must we part.—So love is crush'd on earth! But there are brighter worlds !-Farewell, farewell !
(He gives her to the care of Anselmo.)
CONSTANCE (slowly recovering). There was a voice which call’d me.--Am I not A spirit freed from earth ?-Have I not pass'd The bitterness of death?
Oh, haste away
Yes! Raimond calls me.- He too is released
(She is led out by ANSELMO.)
The pang is o'er,
And I have but to die.
Ha! ha!Men's hearts should be of softer mould