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The Bride of Messina, and On the Use of the Chorus in Tragedy

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2017
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BEATRICE

See! kneeling at thy feet
The guilty one!

ISABELLA

I hold thee in my arms!
Enough – forgotten all!

DIEGO

Look in my face,
Canst thou remember me?

BEATRICE

The reverend brows
Of honest old Diego!

ISABELLA

Faithful guardian
Of thy young years.

BEATRICE

And am I once again
With kindred?

ISABELLA

Naught but death shall part us more!

BEATRICE

Will thou ne'er send me to the stranger?

ISABELLA

Never!
Fate is appeased.

BEATRICE

And am I next thy heart?
And was it all a dream – a hideous dream?
My mother! at my feet he fell! I know not
What brought me hither – yet 'tis well. Oh, bliss!
That I am safe in thy protecting arms;
They would have ta'en me to the princess, mother —
Sooner to death!

ISABELLA

My daughter, calm thy fears;
Messina's princess —

BEATRICE

Name her not again!
At that ill-omened sound the chill of death
Creeps through my trembling frame.

ISABELLA

My child! but hear me —

BEATRICE

She has two sons by mortal hate dissevered,
Don Manuel and Don Caesar —

ISABELLA

'Tis myself!
Behold thy mother!

BEATRICE

Have I heard thee? Speak!

ISABELLA

I am thy mother, and Messina's princess!

BEATRICE

Art thou Don Manuel's and Don Caesar's mother?

ISABELLA

And thine! They are thy brethren whom thou namest.

BEATRICE

Oh, gleam of horrid light!

ISABELLA
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