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.