I will awake a higher sense, a love
That grasps the loves and happiness of millions.
Tan. Why that surmise? Or should he love, Sif-

I doubt not, it is nobly, which will raise
And animate his virtues—0, permit me
To plead the cause of youth-Their virtue oft,
In pleasure's soft enchantment lulld a while,
Forgets itself; it sleeps and gaily dreams,
Till great occasion rouse it! then, all flame,
It walks abroad, with heightened soul and vigour,
And by the change astonishes the world.
Sif. Hear him, immortal shades of his great fa-

thers ! Forgive me, sir, this trial of your heart. Thou ! thou art he!

Tan. Siffredi !

Sif. Tancred, thou ! Thou art the man, of all the many thousands That toil upon the bosom of this isle, By Heaven elected to command the rest, To rule, protect them, and to make them happy!

Tan. Manfred my father!—I the last support Of the famed Norman line that awes the world! I, who this morning wander'd forth an orphan, Outcast of all but thee, my second father! Thus called to glory ;-to the first great lot Of human kind! O, grant me, Heaven, the virtues to sustain This awful burthen of so many heroes ! Let me not be exalted into shame, Set up the worthless pageant of vain grandeur. Mean time, I thank the justice of the king, Who has my right bequeath'd me. Thee, Siffredi, I thank thee!—0, I ne'er enough can thank thee! Yes, thou hast been—thou art-shalt be my

father! Thou shalt direct my inexperienced years, Shalt be the ruling head, and I the hand.

Sif. It is enough for me--to see my sovereign Assert his virtues, and maintain his honour.

Tan. I think, my lord, you said the king committed To you his will. I hope it is not clogg'd With


base conditions, any clause, To tyrannise my heart, and to Constantia Enslave


hand devoted to another. The hint you just now gave of that alliance, You must imagine, wakes my fear. But know, In this alone I will not bear dispute, Not even from thee, Siffredi !- Let the council Be straight assembled, and the will there opened : Thence issue speedy orders to convene, This day, ere noon, the senate; where those barons Who now are in Palermo will attend, To pay their ready homage to the king.

Sif. I go, my liege. But once again permit me To tell you—Now, now is the trying crisis, That must determine of your future reign. 0, with heroic rigour watch your heart ! And, to the sovereign duties of the king, Th' unequalled pleasures of a god on earth, Submit the common joys, the common passions, Nay, even the virtues of the private man.

Tan. Of that no more. They not oppose, but aid, Invigorate, cherish, and reward each other.

[Exit SIFFREDI. Now, generous Sigismunda, comes my turn To show my love was not of thine unworthy, When fortune bade me blush to look to thee. But what is fortune to the wish of love ? A miserable bankrupt ! Quick, let me find her! taste that highest joy, Th' exalted heart can know, the mix'd effusion Of gratitude and love. Behold, she comes.


My fluttering soul was all on wing to find thee,
My love, my Sigismunda !
Sig. O, my

Tell me, what means this mystery and gloom
That lowers around ? I fear some dark event,
From the king's death, to trouble our repose,
That tender calm we in the woods of Belmont
So happily enjoy'd-Explain this hurry,
What means it? Say.

Tan. It means that we are happy!
Beyond our most romantic wishes, happy!

Sig. You but perplex me more.

Tan. It means, my fairest,
That thou art Queen of Sicily; and I
The happiest of mankind! than monarch more!
Because with thee I can adorn my

throne. Manfred, who fell by tyrant William's rage, Was my father.

You droop, my love; dejected on a sudden;
You seem to mourn my fortune The soft tear
Springs in thy eye-1, let me kiss it off-
Why this, iny Sigismunda ?

Sig. Royal Tancred,
None at your glorious fortune can like me
Rejoice ;-yet, me alone, of all Sicilians,
It makes unhappy.

Tan. I should hate it then !
Should throw, with scorn, the splendid ruin from

me !

No, Sigismunda, 'tis my hope with thee
To share it, whence it draws its richest value.
Sig. You are mysovereign--I at humble distance
Tan, Thou art my queen! the sovereign of my soul!
Sig. Your heart, I know, disdains the little thought
Of changing with the vain external change

Of circumstance and fortune.
But, ah! the hearts of kings are not their own.
Some high-descended princess, who will bring

power and interest to your throne, demands Your royal hand-Perhaps Constantia

Tán. She! 0, name her not! Were I this moment free, And disengaged, as he who never sigh'd For matchless worth like thine, I should abhor All thoughts of that alliance. Her fell father Most basely murder'd mine.And canst thou deem me then so poorly tame, So cool a traitor to my father's blood, As from the prudent cowardice of state E'er to submit to such a base proposal ? They, whom just Heaven has to a throne exalted, To guard the rights and liberties of others, What duty binds them to betray their own? For me, my free-born heart shall bear no dictates But those of truth and honour; wear no chains, But the dear chains of love, and Sigismunda !

Sig. Cease, cease to raise my hopes above my duty. Charm me no more, my Tancred !_0, that we In those blest woods, where first you won my soul, Had pass'd our gentle days; far from the toil And pomp of courts ! 'Tis all in vain—you cannot hush a voice That murmurs here-I must not be persuadedTan. [Kneeling.] Hear me, thou .soul of all my

hopes and wishes ! And witness, Heaven, prime source of love and joy! Not a whole warring world, combined against me, Shall ever shake my faith to Sigismunda! But now the public voice of duty calls me, Which with unwearied zeal I will discharge; And thou, yes, thou, shalt be my bright rewardYet, ere I go-to hush thy lovely fears,

Thy delicate objections [Writes his name]-take this

blank, Sign'd with my name, and give it to thy father : Tell him, 'tis my command, it be filled up With a most strict and solemn marriage contract. How dear each tie! how charming to my soul ! That more unites me to my Sigismunda. For thee, and for my people's good to live, Is all the bliss which sovereign power can give.




A Grand Saloon.


Sif. So far 'tis well.—The late king's will proceeds Upon the plan I counsell’d ;-That Prince Tancred Shall make Constantia partner of his throne. But how this mighty obstacle surmount, Which love has thrown betwixt ?—My daughter owns Her passion for the king-she trembling own'd it, With prayers, and tears, and tender supplications, That almost shook my firmness—And this blank, Which his rash fondness gave her, shows how much, To what a wild extravagance he loves. On a few moments hangs the public fateOn a few hasty moments- -Ha! there shone A gleam of hope-Yes, with this very paper

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