The hermit in his cell;
—But a deeper voice shall breathe to-night,
In the sound of the Vesper-bell!
[The bell rings.
Eri. It is the hour! Hark, hark!—my bride, our summons!
The altar is prepared and crown’d with flowers,
That wait——
Vit. The victim!
[A tumult heard without.
Procida and Montalba enter, with others, armed.