Mon. The Vesper-bell.
Pro. Even so, the vesper-bell, whose deep-toned peal
Is heard o'er land and wave. Part of our band,
Wearing the guise of antic revelry,
Shall enter, as in some fantastic pageant,
The halls of Eribert; and at the hour
Devoted to the sword's tremendous task,
I follow with the rest.—The vesper-bell!
That sound shall wake th' avenger; for 'tis come,
The time when power is in a voice, a breath,
To burst the spell which bound us.—But the night
Is waning, with her stars, which, one by one,
Warn us to part. Friends, to your homes!—your homes?
That name is yet to win.—Away, prepare
For our next meeting in Palermo's walls.
The Vesper-bell! Remember!
Sici. Fear us not.
The Vesper-bell! [Exeunt omnes.
END OF ACT THE SECOND.
