The word has murdered her. Poor, timid dove, The very love thy father bears thee has Will, if he love me, come to us, when we I My dearest father, pray thee do not bid me stay behind. I ne'er have disobeyed thee, and I would not PERELLI. Well, be it so; yet much against my will ENRICA. Bless, O bless thee! PERELLI. Then get thee ready, for in one hour's time ENRICA. The half of that I do not ask for needful preparation. [PERELLI withdraws into an inner room. ENRICA. Orazio! poor, dear Orazio! Thou wilt be wroth to find thyself deserted, ONE passing without sings: Never despair! never despair! The darkest of nights has had ever a morrow, Then hope from the past for the future still borrow, ENRICA. O blessings on thee, minstrel! may thy song, Here I stand In idleness, when on the coming moment Depend the life and safety of my father. O shame, Enrica! love should be more prompt." This is a favorable specimen of the author's poetry, and of his style of thought and expression. But we will cite the next scene. It will explain itself. The Coliseum, partially lighted by the moon. MALDONADO, coming out of the shadow of the ruins, leans against a broken column. MALDONADO. They little know of solitude who bid us And how can one know that where there is aught The aimless floating of a summer cloud In the deep blue of heaven; the wide-stretched wings But when the green love of his heart is withered, Or, living, nothing clasps in its embrace That death has touched not, wander where he will, He cannot fly from solitude. It is Within his breast—a present desolation! And whether 'mid the ruins of the past, Grey with the moss of ages, or the dry Hot thoroughfare, where crowds with crowds commingle, Weighs down the spirit fortune could not humble, Did I unchain the passions there shut up, How, Maldonado? Can sight of these hoar ruins, which so oft Tby boyish gambols witnessed, change thy nature, Who owns the influence of the moon? Come, rouse thee Thou must not hence till thou hast left some token "Till she, who trampled on and would have crushed thee, OTTAVIO, (coming feebly forward.) I pray thee, gentle stranger, lend thine aid Can recompense thee for thy pains, thou❜lt not MALDONADO, (aside.) An Orsini suing To me for aid! Infernal Powers! I thank you! (Aloud.) Let me support thee. I've some friends at hand Will help me bear thee hence. (Gives a low whistle, when Enter GIACOMO and another Robber. Aside to them.) Timely encountered. (Aloud.) This gentleman is ill;-with your assistance I would convey him home. (Aside to the Robbers.) Bestir yourselves. Beyond the city get without delay; And with all speed then bear him to the camp. His ransom would repay a greater service. [Exeunt GIACOMO and Robber supporting OTTAVIO. Enter GIAN-ANGELO from the opposite side. MALDONADO. Thou here, Gian-Angelo ? GIAN-ANGELO. Should I be absent And danger threaten thee? NEW YORK SERIES.-VOL. II. NO. IV. 34 MALDONADO. What danger, boy? GIAN-ANGELO. Art not in Rome, where to be found is death. MALDONADO. Ay, to be found. But I shall not be found. Were deemed a venial fault, was driven forth To herd with felons? But thou understand'st not. GIAN-ANGELO. Understand not? They tell me that my mind is weak. It is. Thou hast been wronged. I never asked the cause; Do know they wronged thee, who did drive thee hence. Is mine bound up, and both will they destroy. MALDONADO. No fear of that;—yet will I humor thee." Ottavio is not killed after all, the villain, and the flight from Rome was unnecessary. But we will follow the fugitives. "An open country, with Rome in the distance. in male attire. PERELLI. Enter PERELLI, with ENRICA Majestic Rome! that on thy throne of hills, |