Beneath Sicilian skies. The brother's eye
Doth search distrustfully the brother's face;
And friends, whose undivided lives have drawn
From the same past, their long remembrances,
Now meet in terror, or no more; lest hearts
Full to o'erflowing, in their social hour,
Should pour out some rash word, which roving winds
Might whisper to our conquerors.—This it is,
To wear a foreign yoke.
Pro.It matters not
To him who holds the mastery o'er his spirit,
And can suppress its workings, till endurance
Becomes as nature. We can tame ourselves
To all extremes, and there is that in life
To which we cling with most tenacious grasp,
Fv'n when its lofty claims are all reduced
To the poor common privilege of breathing.—
Why dost thou turn away?
Rai.What would'st thou with me!
I deem'd thee, by th' ascendant soul which liv'd,
And made its throne on thy commanding brow,
One of a sovereign nature, which would scorn
So to abase its high capacities
For aught on earth.—But thou art like the rest.
What would'st thou with me?
Pro.I would counsel thee,
Thou must do that which men—ay, valiant men,—
Hourly submit to do; in the proud court,
And in the stately camp, and at the board
Of midnight revellers, whose flush'd mirth is all
