I would be tranquil—or appear so—ere
I join your brave confederates. Through my heart
There struck a pang—but it will soon have pass’d.
Pro. Remember!—in the cavern by the cross.
Now follow me, my son.
[Exeunt Procida and Raimond.
Mon. (after a pause, leaning on the tomb.)
Said he, “My son?” Now, why should this man’s life
Go down in hope, thus resting on a son,
And I be desolate? How strange a sound