One clouded brow to-day in Sicily!
—Behold my bride!
Nobles. Receive our homage, lady!
Vit. I bid all welcome. May the feast we offer
Prove worthy of such guests!
Eri. Look on her, friends!
And say if that majestic brow is not
Meet for a diadem?
Vit. ’Tis well, my lord!
When memory’s pictures fade—’tis kindly done