This conflict of all terrible fantasies,
There is no calm. Yet fear thou not, dear love!
I will watch o’er thee still. And now, farewell
Until that hour!
Con. My Raimond, fare thee well.
[Exeunt.
Scene IV.—Room in the Citadel of Palermo.
Alberti, De Couci.
De Cou. Saidst thou this night?
Alb. This very night—and lo!