DON MANUEL. Know'st thou that voice? No! thou hast never heard it; to thine ear 'Tis strange---- BEATRICE. Oh, come--delay not---- DON MANUEL. Wherefore I fly? It is my brother's voice! He seeks me--how He tracked my steps---- BEATRICE. By all the holy saints! Brave not his wrath! oh quit this place--avoid him-- Meet not thy brother here! DON MANUEL. My soul! thy fears Confound; thou hear'st me not; our strife is o'er. Yes! we are reconciled. BEATRICE. Protect me, heaven, In this dread hour! DON MANUEL. A sudden dire presage Starts in my breast--I shudder at the thought: If it be true! Oh, horror! Could she know That voice! Wert thou--my tongue denies to utter The words of fearful import--Beatrice! Say, wert thou present at the funeral rites Of my dead sire? BEATRICE. Alas! DON MANUEL. Thou wert! BEATRICE. Forgive me! DON MANUEL. Unhappy woman! BEATRICE. I was present! DON MANUEL. Horror! BEATRICE. Some mighty impulse urged me to the scene-- Oh, be not angry--to thyself I owned The ardent fond desire; with darkening brow Thou listened'st to my prayer, and I was silent, But what misguiding inauspicious star Allured, I know not; from my inmost soul The wish, the dear emotion spoke; and vain Aught else:--Diego gave consent--oh, pardon me! I disobeyed thee. [She advances towards him imploringly; at the same moment DON CAESAR enters, accompanied by the whole Chorus. BOTH BROTHERS, BOTH CHORUSES, BEATRICE. Second Chorus (BOHEMUND) to DON CAESAR. Thou heliev'st us not-- Believe thine eyes! DON CAESAR (rushes forward furiously, and at the sight of his brother starts back with horror). Some hell-born magic cheats My senses; in her arms! Envenomed snake! Is this thy love? For this thy treacherous heart Could lure with guise of friendship! Oh, from heaven Breathed my immortal hate! Down, down to hell, Thou soul of falsehood! [He stabs him, DON MANUEL falls. DON MANUEL. Beatrice!--my brother! I die! [Dies. BEATRICE sinks lifeless at his side. First Chorus (CAJETAN). Help! Help! To arms! Avenge with blood The bloody deed! Second Chorus (BOHEMUND). The fortune of the day Is ours! The strife forever stilled:--Messina Obeys one lord. First Chorus (CAJETAN, BERENGAR, MANFRED). Revenge! The murderer Shall die! Quick, offer to your master's shade Appeasing sacrifice! Second Chorus (BOHEMUND, ROGER, HIPPOLYTE). My prince! fear nothing, Thy friends are true. DON CAESAR (steps between them, looking around). Be still! The foe is slain That practised on my trusting, honest heart With snares of brother's love. Oh, direful shows The deed of death! But righteous heaven hath judged.