Her anger springs but of that nobleness
Which makes her love worth winning; and in the end
It shall be mine again. [Exit.
SCENE · 4
On the hills above Monreale, as before. Enter PALICIO and MARGARET.
MARGARET.
How fresh the morning air is. See how the mist
Melts in the sun, and while we look is gone,
Leisurely gathered on his sloping beams.
And guarded by her angel towers the city