THE VESPERS OF PALERMO: A TRAGEDY. ACT THE FIRST. SCENE I.-A Valley, with Vineyards and Cottages. Groups of Peasants-PROCIDA, disguised as a Pilgrim, amongst them. First Peas. Aye, this was wont to be festal time In days gone by! I can remember well The old familiar melodies that rose But the light hearts so joyously At break of morn, from all our purple hills, There is no voice Second Peas. Yes! there are sounds Of revelry within the palaces, And the fair castles of our ancient lords, Where now the stranger banquets. Ye may hear Third Peas. Alas! we sat In happier days, so peacefully beneath The storm might gather. But this yoke of France As on the crested chieftain's. E'en to the earth. We are bow'd Peas.'s Child. My father, tell me when Of which thou'rt wont to tell the joyous tale? First Peas. When there are light and reckless hearts once more In Sicily's green vales. Alas! my boy, Men meet not now to quaff the flowing bowl, To hear the mirthful song, and cast aside The weight of work-day care :-they meet, to speak Of wrongs and sorrows, and to whisper thoughts Pro. (from the back-ground). Aye, it is well An old Peas. What deep voice First Peas. It was our guest's, The stranger pilgrim, who hath sojourn'd here Since yester-morn. Good neighbours, mark him well; He hath a stately bearing, and an eye Whose glance looks through the heart. His mien accords Ill with such vestments. How he folds round him Of knightly ermine! That commanding step Should have been used in courts and camps to move. Old Peas. Nay, rather, mark him not: the times Old Peas. Peace! we are beset By snares on every side, and we must learn In silence and in patience to endure. Talk not of vengeance, for the word is death. Pro. (coming forward indignantly). The word is death! And what hath life for thee, That thou shouldst cling to it thus? thou abject thing! Whose very soul is moulded to the yoke, And stamp'd with servitude. What! is it life, Thus at a breeze to start, to school thy voice Pale jealous looks around thee, lest, e'en then, Strangers should catch its echo?—Is there aught Some of the Peas. Away, away! Leave us, for there is danger in thy presence. Pro. Why, what is danger?-Are there deeper ills To fear or shrink from-therefore, be ye strong! A youth (coming forward). No, no! say on, say on! That kindle at thy words. Peas. If that indeed Thou hast a hope to give us. Pro. There is hope For all who suffer with indignant thoughts Which work in silent strength. What! think ye Heaven And hath been heard. The traces of the past Peas. Be vigilant ; And when the signal wakes the land, arise! The peasant's arm is strong, and there shall be A rich and noble harvest. Fare ye well. [Exit PROCIDA. First Peas. This man should be a prophet: how he seem'd To read our hearts with his dark searching glance Second Peas. Speak low; I know him well. His form, seen oft when in my youth I served Who hath been exiled and proscribed so long, Peas. And is this he? Then Heaven protect him! for around his steps First Peas. He comes not thus But with some mighty purpose; doubt it not: He is one Whose faith, through many a trial, hath been proved The noon-tide heat is past, and from the seas Light gales are wandering through the vineyards; now [Exeunt PEASANTS. Vit. Have I not told thee, that I bear a heart Which hath its home in woman's breast, ere yet Erib. O lady! doth the flower That sleeps entomb'd through the long wintry storms And shall not woman's heart, from chill despair, Wake at love's voice? Vit. Love!-make love's name thy spell, And I am strong!-the very word calls up From the dark past, thoughts, feelings, powers, array'd |