There I still baffle him—the grave shall seal
My lips for ever—mortal shall not hear
Montalba say—"forgive!"(He dies.
(The Scene closes.)
Scene VI. Another part of the Field. .
Procida.Guido.And other Sicilians.
Procida. The day is ours; but he, the brave unknown,
Who turn'd the tide of battle; he whose path
Was victory—who hath seen him?
Alberti is brought in wounded, and fettered.
Alberti. Procida!
Pro. Be silent, traitor!—Bear him from my sight
Unto your deepest dungeons.
Alb. In the grave
A nearer home awaits me.—Yet one word
Ere my voice fail—thy son—
Pro. Speak, speak!
Alb. Thy son
Knows not a thought of guilt. That trait'rous plot
Was mine alone.(He is led away.
Pro. Attest it, earth and heaven!
My son is guiltless!—Hear it, Sicily!
The blood of Procida is noble still!
