And shalt not pass unguerdon’d, should I live
Through the deep horrors of th’ approaching night.
Alb. Noble De Couci, trust me still. Anjou
Commands no heart more faithful than Alberti’s.
[Exit Alberti.
De Cou. The grovelling slave!—And yet he spoke too true!
For Eribert, in blind elated joy,
Will scorn the warning voice. The day wanes fast,
And through the city, recklessly dispersed,
Unarm’d and unprepared, my soldiers revel,