Part 2 / Act 5 — Scene VI.—Another part of the Field.

Procida, Guido, and other Sicilians. Pro. The day is ours; but he, the brave unknown, Who turn’d the tide of battle—he whose path Was victory—who hath seen him? Alberti is brought in wounded and fettered. Alb. Procida! Pro. Be silent, traitor! Bear him from my sight, Unto your deepest dungeons. Alb. In the grave A nearer home awaits me. Yet one word Ere my voice fail—thy son—— Pro. Speak, speak! Alb. Thy son Knows not a thought of guilt. That trait’rous plot Was mine alone. [He is led away. Pro. Attest it, earth and heaven! My son is guiltless! Hear it, Sicily! The blood of Procida is noble still! My son! He lives, he lives! His voice shall speak Forgiveness to his sire! His name shall cast Its brightness o’er my soul! Gui. O day of joy! The brother of my heart is worthy still The lofty name he bears! Anselmo enters. Pro. Anselmo, welcome! In a glad hour we meet; for know, my son Is guiltless. Ans. And victorious! By his arm All hath been rescued. Pro. How!—the unknown—— Ans. Was he! Thy noble Raimond!—by Vittoria’s hand Freed from his bondage, in that awful hour When all was flight and terror. Pro. Now my cup Of joy too brightly mantles! Let me press My warrior to a father’s heart—and die; For life hath naught beyond. Why comes he not? Anselmo, lead me to my valiant boy! Ans. Temper this proud delight. Pro. What means that look? He hath not fallen? Ans. He lives. Pro. Away, away! Bid the wide city with triumphal pomp Prepare to greet her victor. Let this hour Atone for all his wrongs! [Exeunt.