DON CAESAR.

She! My sister?

ISABELLA.

Ay, What other?

DON CAESAR.

My sister!

ISABELLA.

Thou hast sent her to me!

DON CAESAR.

Horror!

His sister, too!

CHORUS.

Woe! woe!

BEATRICE.

Alas! my mother!

ISABELLA.

Speak! I am all amaze!

DON CASAR.

Be cursed the day

When I was born!

ISABELLA.

Eternal powers!

DON CAESAR.

Accursed

The womb that bore me; cursed the secret arts,

The spring of all this woe; instant to crush thee,

Though the dread thunder swept-ne'er should this arm

Refrain the bolts of death: I slew my brother!

Hear it and tremble! in her arms I found him;

She was my love, my chosen bride; and he-

My brother-in her arms! Thou hast heard all!

If it be true-oh, if she be my sister-

And his! then I have done a deed that mocks

The power of sacrifice and prayers to ope

The gates of mercy to my soul!

Chorus (BOHEMUND).

The tidings on thy heart dismayed

Have burst, and naught remains; behold!

'Tis come, nor long delayed,

Whate'er the warning seers foretold:

They spoke the message from on high,

Their lips proclaimed resistless destiny!

The mortal shall the curse fulfil

Who seeks to turn predestined ill.

ISABELLA.

The gods have done their worst; if they be true

Or false, 'tis one-for nothing they can add

To this-the measure of their rage is full.

Why should I tremble that have naught to fear?

My darling son lies murdered, and the living

I call my son no more. Oh! I have borne

And nourished at my breast a basilisk

That stung my best-beloved child. My daughter, haste,

And leave this house of horrors-I devote it

To the avenging fiends! In an evil hour

'Twas crime that brought me hither, and of crime

The victim I depart. Unwillingly

I came-in sorrow I have lived-despairing

I quit these halls; on me, the innocent,

Descends this weight of woe! Enough-'tis shown

That Heaven is just, and oracles are true!

[Exit, followed by DIEGO.

BEATRICE, DON CAESAR, the Chorus.

DON CAESAR (detaining BEATRICE).

My sister, wouldst thou leave me? On this head

A mother's curse may fall-a brother's blood

Cry with accusing voice to heaven-all nature

Invoke eternal vengeance on my soul-

But thou-oh! curse me not-I cannot bear it!

[BEATRICE points with averted eyes to the body.

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