Raim. What! thou! the austere,
The inflexible Procida! hast thou done this,
Deeming me guilty still!
Pro. Upbraid me not!
It is even so. There have been nobler deeds
By Roman fathers done,—but I am weak.
Therefore, again I say, arise! and haste,
For the night wanes. Thy fugitive course must be
To realms beyond the deep; so let us part
In silence, and for ever.