That heaven (which loves the just) should wear a smile
In honour of his fortunes.—Now, my lord,
Forgive me if I say, farewell, until
Th' appointed hour.
Eri. Lady, a brief farewell.
[Exeunt separately.
Scene II.—The Sea-shore.
Procida.Raimond.
Procida. And dost thou still refuse to share the glory
Of this, our daring enterprize?
Raimond. Oh, father!
I too have dreamt of glory, and the word
Hath to my soul been as a trumpet's voice,
Making my nature sleepless.—But the deeds
Whereby 't was won, the high exploits, whose tale
Bids the heart burn, were of another cast
Than such as thou requirest.
Pro. Every deed
Hath sanctity, if bearing for its aim
The freedom of our country; and the sword
Alike is honour'd in the patriot's hand,
Searching, midst warrior-hosts, the heart which gave
Oppression birth; or flashing thro' the gloom
Of the still chamber, o'er its troubled couch,
At dead of night,
