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At length RAIMOND appears; he regards her for a time with silent sorrow, and then approaching takes her hand. RAIMOND. Embrace this opportunity. The streets Are empty now. Your hand! I will conduct you. She gazes on him fixedly, and looks up to heaven; then taking his hand she retires. A wild wood: charcoal-burners' huts in the distance.
"Verily, Tribune," stammered the good Bishop, "this is a strange time for execution!" "Last night was a time yet more strange. Come." There was something in the way in which the final word was pronounced, that Raimond could not resist. He sighed, muttered, twitched his robes, and followed the Tribune. As he passed through the halls, the company rose on all sides.
So saying, Rienzi threw open the casement; and by the staircase of the Lion rose a gibbet from which swung with a creaking sound, arrayed in his patrician robes, the yet palpitating corpse of Martino di Porto. "Behold!" said the Tribune, sternly, "thus die all robbers. For traitors, the same law has the axe and the scaffold!" Raimond drew back and turned pale. Not so the veteran noble.
Close as his heels followed the Bishop of Orvietto and the aged Stephen Colonna. "I tell you, my Lords," said Rienzi, "that ye plead in vain. Rome knows no distinction between ranks. The law is blind to the agent lynx-eyed to the deed." "Yet," said Raimond, hesitatingly, "bethink thee, Tribune; the nephew of two cardinals, and himself once a senator."
'Tis easy to unlock the realm of spirits; Listening each sound, beneath a film of earth They lay in wait, ready to rush aloft. Stay not alone, for in the wilderness The prince of darkness tempted e'en the Lord. THIBAUT, RAIMOND, JOHANNA. BERTRAND enters, a helmet in his hand. RAIMOND. Hush! here is Bertrand coming back from town; What bears he in his hand?
RAIMOND. Thou innocently sufferedst this shame, And no complaint proceeded from thy lips! I am amazed at thee, I stand o'erwhelmed. My heart is troubled in its inmost depths. Most gladly I receive the word as truth, For to believe thy guilt was hard indeed. But could I ever dream a human heart Would meet in silence such a fearful doom!
The heart I like not which, severe and cold, Expands not in the genial years of youth. RAIMOND. Forbear, good father! Cease to urge her thus! A noble, tender fruit of heavenly growth Is my Johanna's love, and time alone Bringeth the costly to maturity!
JOHANNA. Through whom besides? RAIMOND. And thou wert silent to that fearful charge? Thou speakest now, and yet before the king, When words would have availed thee, thou wert dumb! JOHANNA. I silently submitted to the doom Which God, my lord and master, o'er me hung. RAIMOND. Thou couldst not to thy father aught reply?
RAIMOND. Oh, let us hasten! come, let us proclaim Thine innocence aloud to all the world! JOHANNA. He who sent this delusion will dispel it! The fruit of fate falls only when 'tis ripe! A day is coming that will clear my name, When those who now condemn and banish me, Will see their error and will weep my doom. RAIMOND. And shall I wait in silence, until chance
In noble anger thou art silent thus; Enveloped in thy holy innocence, Thou scornest to refute so base a charge. Still scorn it, maiden, but confide in me; I never doubted of thine innocence. Speak not one word; only extend thy hand In pledge and token that thou wilt confide In my protection and thine own good cause. JOHANNA, DUCHATEL, DUNOIS, afterwards RAIMOND.
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