[Exeunt separately.
Scene II.—The Sea-shore.
Procida, Raimond.
Pro. And dost thou still refuse to share the glory
Of this, our daring enterprise?
Raim. O father!
I, too, have dreamt of glory, and the word
Hath to my soul been as a trumpet’s voice,
Making my nature sleepless. But the deeds
Whereby ’twas won—the high exploits, whose tale