With Guido and Montalba, by his side,
Fight but for graves upon the battle-field.
Raim. And I am here! Shall there be power, O God!
In the roused energies of fierce despair,
To burst my heart—and not to rend my chains?
Oh, for one moment of the thunderbolt
To set the strong man free!
Vit. (after gazing upon him earnestly.) Why, ’twere a deed
Worthy the fane and blessing of all time,
To loose thy bonds, thou son of Procida!