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OF PALERMO.
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—My son!—He lives, he lives!—His voice shall speak
Forgiveness to his sire!—His name shall cast
Its brightness o'er my soul!

Guido. Oh, 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! th' 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 nought 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!

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