Is it to perish?—God of mercy! lend
Power to my voice, that so its prayer may save
This pure and lofty creature! I will follow—
But her young footstep and heroic heart
Will bear her to destruction, faster far
Than I can track her path.
[Exit Anselmo.
Scene III.—Hall of a Public Building.
Procida, Montalba, Guido, and others, seated as on a Tribunal.
Pro. The morn lower’d darkly; but the sun hath now,