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Oh! green is the turf where my brothers play,
And the rocks where the heath-flower blooms they know— •
Content thee, boy! in my bower to dwell,
Here are sweet sounds which thou lovest well;
Flutes on the air in the stilly noon,
Harps which the wandering breezes tune;
Oh! my mother sings at the twilight's fall,
Thy mother is gone from her cares to rest,
Come thou with me to the vineyards nigh,
Is my mother gone from her home away?—
Fair child, thy brothers are wanderers now,
Be thou at peace in thy brighter lot,
Are they gone, all gone from the sunny hill?-
And the waters leap, and the fresh winds blow,—
Procida. And dost thou still refuse to share the glory Of this our daring enterprise?
Raimond. Oh, father!
I too, have dreamt of glory, and the word
Proc. Every deed
Hath sanctity, if bearing for its aim
The freedom of our country; and the sword
Searching, 'midst warrior hosts the heart which
Rai. (Turning away.) There is no path but one For noble natures.
Proc. Wouldst thou ask the man
Who to the earth hath dashed a nation's chains,
To that most bright and sovereign destiny
Hath led o'er trampled thousands, be it called
A stern necessity, and not a crime!
Rai. Father! my soul yet kindles at the thought Of nobler lessons, in my boyhood learned
E'en from thy voice. The high remembrances
Of other days are stirring in the heart
Where thou didst plant them; and they speak of men
Acts, that would bear heaven's light.-And such be mine!
The praise and blessings of all valiant hearts
On our most righteous cause?
Proc. What wouldst thou do?
Rai. I would go forth, and rouse the indignant land
Than hosts can wield against her?—I would rouse
There is a work to be this eve begun,
When rings the vesper bell! and, long before
Rai. What! such sounds
As falter on the lip of infancy
In its imperfect utterance? or are breathed
Be stilled in death; and wouldst thou tell my heart
Proc. Since thou dost feel
Such horror of our purpose, in thy power
Are means that might avert it.
Rai. Speak! oh speak!
Proc. How would those rescued thousands bless thy name Shouldst thou betray us!
Rai. Father! I can bear
Aye, proudly woo-the keenest questioning
Of thy soul-gifted eye; which almost seems
Proc. (After a pause.) Thou hast a brow Clear as the day and yet I doubt thee, Raimond! I doubt thee!-See thou waver not-take heed! Time lifts the veil from all things! (Exit.)
Rai. Oh! bitter day,
When, at the crushing of our glorious world,
To realize its dreams?-Aye, shrinking not
Mordent. We are now in private.
Lenox. I am glad we are.
Mor. And now, sir, I insist on a clear and explicit answer. Where may I find Joanna?
Len. Nay, sir, where may I find Joanna ?
Mor. Mr. Lenox, I will not be trifled with; where is she? Len. Nor will I be trifled with, Mr. Mordent: I say where is she? The contrivance was your own. I know you. moment you set your eyes on her, you began your treacherous plots to secure her affections; and, when you found I would not resign mine at your persuasion, you put them in practice, while you treacherously pretended to secure her to me. I tell you, I know you.
This will not serve, sir; it is all evasion.
Len. Ay, sir, it is evasion! cunning, cruel, base evasion! and I affirm she is in your possession.
Mor. Mr. Lenox, I am at this moment a determined and desperate man, and must be answered. Where is she? Len. Sir, I am as determined and desperate as yourself, and I say where is she? For you alone can tell.
Mor. "Tis false !
Len. (Going up to him.) He is the falsest of the false that dares whisper such a word.
Mor. Hark ye, sir! I understand your meaning, and came purposely provided. (Draws a pair of pistols.) Take your choice; they are loaded.
Len. Oh! with all my heart! Come, sir!
Mor. (Placing himself.) Foot to foot!
Len. (Both presenting.) Muzzle to muzzle!
Len. Why don't you unlock your pistol?
Len. Why do you turn it out of the line? (Pause.) I see your intention. Mordent, you are tired of life and want me to murder you. Hang it, man, that is not treating your friend like a friend. Kill me if you will, but don't make me your assassin. Mor. Nay, kill me, or tell me where I may find the wretched Joanna.
Len. Fiends seize me, if I can tell you! I know not where, or what is become of her.
Mor. Your behavior tells me you are sincere; and to convince you at once that I am no less so, know-she is my daughter.
Len. Your daughter!-I'll seek the world through with you to find her. Forgive me!
Mor. Would I could forgive myself!
Len. But it seems, then, she has escaped, and is perhaps in safety.
Mor. Oh! that she were! Let us retire.
Alberto. Enter and fear not, trembler. Thou shalt live. Theodore. Ay, that I feared.
Alb. Dost hear me, boy? I say,
That thou shalt live.
Theo. I feared so.
Alb. Wouldst thou die?
Theo. If it pleased heaven, most willingly. I know
That I'm a prisoner. I shall never walk
In the sun's blessed light, or feel the touch
The morning breath of flowers. The thousand charms