Oth. By Heaven I'll know thy thought. Iago. You can not, if my heart were in your hand; Nor shall not, while 'tis in my custody. Oth. Ha! Jago. O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth make Good Heaven, the souls of all my tribe defend Oth. Why! why is this? Think'st thou, I'd make a life of jealousy, With fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt, Ex. CCL.-FIRST SCENE FROM THE VESPERS OF PALERMO The sea shore.-RAIMOND alone. MRS. HEMANS. Rar. When shall I breathe in freedom, and give scope To those untameable and burning thoughts, And restless aspirations, which consume My heart in the land of bondage ?-Oh! with you, Ye everlasting images of power, And of infinity! thou blue rolling deep, And you, ye stars! whose beams are characters With you my soul finds room, and casts aside The weight that doth oppress her.-But my thoughts Of sea and heaven with me. [PROCIDA enters unobserved.] It is the hour He named, and yet he comes not. Procida. [Coming forward.] He is here. Rai. Now, thou mysterious stranger, thou, whose glance Doth fix itself on memory, and pursue Thought, like a spirit, haunting its lone hours ;— Pro. Rai. Seek'st thou for peace? This is no land of peace; unless that deep And voiceless terror, which doth freeze men's thoughts With a dull, hollow semblance of repose, May so be called. Pro. May suit the troubled aspect of the times. Rai. Why, then, thou art welcome, stranger! to the land Where most disguise is needful.-He were bold Who now should wear his thoughts upon his brow Should pour out some rash word, which roving winds Pro. To which we cling with most tenacious grasp, Rai. What wouldst thou with me? I deemed thee, by the ascendant soul which lived For aught on earth.-But thou art like the rest. Pro. Its aid in every scene. Rai. say, Away, dissembler! In a vile garb of coward semblances, That now, even now, I struggle with my heart, And seek my country on some distant shore, Pro. (Exultingly). Why, this is joy! After long conflict with the doubts and fears, And the poor subtleties of meaner minds, To meet a spirit, whose bold, elastic wing Oppression hath not crushed.-High-hearted youth! Visit these shores Rai. My father! what of him? Speak! was he known to thee? In distant lands Pro. Wert smiling then in peace, a happy boy, Dost thou deem That he still lives?-Oh! if it be in chains, Say but he lives-and I will track his steps Pro. Rai. Still dimly gathering round each thought of him, Pro. Raimond! doth no voice Speak to thy soul, and tell thee whose the arms That would enfold thee now?-My son! my son! Rai. Father!-Oh God!—my father! Now I know Why my heart awoke before thee! Pro. Oh! this hour Makes hope, reality; for thou art all Rai. Pro. Because I would not link thy fate with mine, Pro. Here, in our isle, our own fair Sicily! Her spirit is awake, and moving on, In its deep silence mightier, to regain Her place amongst the nations; and the hour Rai. Can it be thus indeed ?-Thou pourest new life Through all my burning veins !—I am as one Awakening from a chill and death-like sleep To the full, glorious day. Pro. Thou shalt hear more! Thou shalt hear things which would—which will arouse The proud, free spirits of our ancestors Even from their marble rest. Yet mark me well! Be secret!-for along my destined path I yet must darkly move.-Now, follow me, And join a band of men, in whose high hearts Rai. My noble father! Doth rush in warmer currents through my veins, By the quick sun-stroke freed. Pro. Ay, this is well! Such natures burst men's chains!-Now, follow me. Ex. CCLI.-SECOND SCENE FROM THE VESPERS OF PALERMO. PROCIDA and RAIMOND. Procida. And dost thou still refuse to share the glory Of this, our daring enterprise? Raimond. Procida! I too have dreamt of glory, and the word Hath to my soul been as a trumpet's voice, Whereby 't was won, the high exploits, whose tale Than such as thou requirest. Pro. Every deed Hath sanctity, if bearing for its aim ID |