Night gathers o’er my spirit.
[She dies.
Ans. She is gone!
It is an awful hour which stills the heart
That beat so proudly once. Have mercy, heaven!
[He kneels beside her.
Scene IV.—Before the Gates of Palermo.
Sicilians flying tumultuously towards the Gates.
Voices, (without.) Montjoy! Montjoy! St Denis for Anjou!
Provençals, on!