Shall burn to hear, transmitting brightly thus
Freedom from race to race! Back! or prepare
Amidst your hearths, your bowers, your very shrines,
To bleed and die in vain! Turn!—follow me!
“Conradin, Conradin!”—for Sicily
His spirit fights! Remember “Conradin!”
[They begin to rally round him.
Ay, this is well!—Now, follow me, and charge!
[The Provençals rush in, but are repulsed by the Sicilians.—Exeunt.