An aim, a hope, a purpose! And the blood
Doth rush in warmer currents through my veins,
As a bright fountain from its icy bonds
By the quick sun-stroke freed.
Pro. Ay, this is well!
Such natures burst men’s chains!—Now follow me.
[Exeunt.
ACT II.
Scene I.—Apartment in a Palace.
Eribert, Constance.