Requires—a festival; and it must be
Thy bridal!
Vit. Procida!
Pro. Nay, start not thus.
’Tis no hard task to bind your raven hair
With festal garlands, and to bid the song
Rise, and the wine-cup mantle. No—nor yet
To meet your suitor at the glittering shrine,
Where death, not love, awaits him!
Vit. Can my soul