Raim. And where is this?

Pro. Here, in our isle, our own fair Sicily!

Her spirit is awake, and moving on,

In its deep silence mightier, to regain

Her place amongst the nations; and the hour

Of that tremendous effort is at hand.

Raim. Can it be thus indeed? Thou pour’st new life

Through all my burning veins! I am as one

Awakening from a chill and deathlike sleep

To the full glorious day.