Part 453 (1/2)

BEATRICE.

Oh, trust me; mighty men Are here!

DON MANUEL.

Beloved! mightier none than I!

BEATRICE.

And wouldst thou brave this warlike host alone?

DON MANUEL.

Alone! the men thou fear'st----

BEATRICE.

Thou know'st them not, Nor whom they serve.

DON MANUEL.

Myself! I am their lord!

BEATRICE.

Thou art--a shudder creeps through all my frame!

DON MANUEL.

Far other than I seemed; learn at last To know me, Beatrice. Not the poor knight Am I, the stranger and unknown, that loving Taught thee to love; but what I am--my race-- My power----

BEATRICE.

And art thou not Don Manuel? Speak-- Who art thou?

DON MANUEL.

Chief of all that bear the name, I am Don Manuel, Prince of Messina!

BEATRICE.

Art thou Don Manuel, Don Caesar's brother?

DON MANUEL.

Don Caesar is my brother.

BEATRICE.

Is thy brother!

DON MANUEL.

What means this terror? Know'st thou, then, Don Caesar?

None other of my race?

BEATRICE.

Art thou Don Manuel, That with thy brother liv'st in bitter strife Of long inveterate hate?

DON MANUEL.

This very sun Smiled on our glad accord! Yes, we are brothers!

Brothers in heart!

BEATRICE.