Scene VI.—Another part of the Field.
Procida, Guido, and other Sicilians.
Pro. The day is ours; but he, the brave unknown,
Who turn’d the tide of battle—he whose path
Was victory—who hath seen him?
Alberti is brought in wounded and fettered.
Alb. Procida!
Pro. Be silent, traitor! Bear him from my sight,
Unto your deepest dungeons.
Alb. In the grave