My people!
Citizens. Live Rienzi—live our Tribune!
CLAUDIA'S LAMENT FOR HER HUMBLE HOME.
Mine own dear home!
Father, I love not this new state; these halls,
Where comfort dies in vastness; these trim maids,
Whose service wearies me. Oh! mine old home!
My quiet, pleasant chamber, with the myrtle
Woven round the casement; and the cedar by,
Shading the sun; my garden overgrown