I shall be with thee soon!
Procida and Anselmo enter. Procida, on seeing Raimond, starts back.
Ans. Lift up thy head,
Brave youth, excitingly! for lo! thine hour
Of glory comes! Oh! doth it come too late?
E’en now the false Alberti hath confess’d
That guilty plot, for which thy life was doom’d
To be th’ atonement.
Raim. ’Tis enough! Rejoice,
Rejoice, my Constance! for I leave a name