E’en on the brink of fate. I must away.
[Exit De Couci.
Scene V.—A Banqueting Hall.—Provençal Nobles assembled.
1st Noble. Joy be to this fair meeting! Who hath seen
The viceroy’s bride?
2d Noble. I saw her as she pass’d
The gazing throngs assembled in the city.
’Tis said she hath not left for years, till now,
Her castle’s wood-girt solitude. ’Twill gall
These proud Sicilians that her wide domains