Pro. Strike! the hour is come!
Vit. Welcome, avengers! welcome! Now, be strong!
(The conspirators throw off their disguise, and rush with their swords drawn upon the Provençals. Eribert is wounded, and falls.)
Pro. Now hath fate reach’d thee, in thy mid career,
Thou reveller in a nation’s agonies!
(The Provençals are driven off, pursued by the Sicilians.)
Con. (supporting Eribert.) My brother! oh,
my brother!
Eri. Have I stood
A leader in the battle-fields of kings,