Scene II.—A Hermitage surrounded by the Ruins of an Ancient Temple.
Constance, Anselmo.
Con. ’Tis strange he comes not! Is not this the still
And sultry hour of noon? He should have been
Here by the daybreak. Was there not a voice?
—“No! ’tis the shrill cicada, with glad life
Peopling these marble ruins, as it sports
Amidst them in the sun.” Hark! yet again!
No! no! Forgive me, father! that I bring
Earth’s restless griefs and passions, to disturb