In crumbling ruin wide, Fall, fall, thou roof, and sink, thou trembling floor That bear'st the dread, unearthly stride! Ye sable damps arise! Mount from the abyss in smoky spray, And pall the brightness of the day! Vanish, ye guardian powers! They come! The avenging deities DON CAESAR, ISABELLA, BEATRICE. The Chorus. [On the entrance of DON CAESAR the Chorus station themselves before him imploringly. He remains standing alone in the centre of the stage. BEATRICE. Alas! 'tis he---- ISABELLA (stepping to meet him). My Caesar! Oh, my son! And is it thus I meet the? Look! Behold! The crime of hand accursed! [She leads him to the corpse. First Chorus (CAJETAN, BERENGAR). Break forth once more Ye wounds! Flow, flow, in swarthy flood, Thou streaming gore! ISABELLA. Shuddering with earnest gaze, and motionless, Thou stand'st.--yes! there my hopes repose, and all That earth has of thy brother; in the bud Nipped is your concord's tender flower, nor ever With beauteous fruit shall glad a mother's eyes, DON CAESAR. Be comforted; thy sons, with honest heart, To peace aspired, but heaven's decree was blood! ISABELLA. I know thou lovedst him well; I saw between ye, With joy, the bands old Nature sweetly twined; Thou wouldst have borne him in thy heart of hearts With rich atonement of long wasted years! But see--fell murder thwarts thy dear design, And naught remains but vengeance! DON CAESAR. Come, my mother, This is no place for thee. Oh, haste and leave This sight of woe. [He endeavors to drag her away. ISABELLA (throwing herself into his arms). Thou livest! I have a son! BEATRICE. Alas! my mother! DON CAESAR. On this faithful bosom Weep out thy pains; nor lost thy son,--his love Shall dwell immortal in thy Caesar's breast. First Chorus (CAJETAN, BERENGAR, MANFRED). Break forth, ye wounds! Dumb witness! the truth proclaim; Flow fast, thou gory stream! ISABELLA (clasping the hands of DON CAESAR and BEATRICE). My children! DON CAESAR. Oh, 'tis ecstasy! my mother, To see her in thy arms! henceforth in love A daughter--sister---- ISABELLA (interrupting him). Thou hast kept thy word. My son; to thee I owe the rescued one; Yes, thou hast sent her---- DON CAESAR (in astonishment). Whom, my mother, sayst thou, That I have sent? ISABELLA. She stands before thine eyes-- Thy sister. DON CAESAR. She! My sister? ISABELLA. Ay, What other? DON CAESAR. My sister! ISABELLA. Thou hast sent her to me! DON CAESAR. Horror! His sister, too! CHORUS. Woe! woe! BEATRICE. Alas! my mother! ISABELLA. Speak! I am all amaze! DON CASAR. Be cursed the day When I was born! ISABELLA. Eternal powers!