HERNANI: No; our wedding-bells. [_Shouts are heard. Lights appear in all the windows. The noise of the bells grows louder. A mountaineer runs in, with his sword drawn._ THE MOUNTAINEER: The streets are filled with soldiers. DOÑA SOL: Save yourself! Here is a side gate. THE CROWD (_out in the street_): Bring the brigand out! HERNANI: One kiss, then, and farewell. DOÑA SOL (_embracing him_): It is our first. HERNANI: And it may be our last. Farewell, my love! ACT II SCENE--DON RUY GOMEZ, _an old, grey-haired, but superb-looking man, is standing in the hall of his castle in the Aragon mountains._ DON RUY GOMEZ: Only an hour, and then she is my wife! I have been jealous and unjust, and used Some violence. But now she is my bride She shall know how a man can love. [_A_ PAGE _enters._ PAGE: My lord, There is a pilgrim at the gate, who craves For shelter. DON RUY GOMEZ: Let him in. On this glad day Give friend or stranger welcome. Is there news Of Hernani? PAGE: King Charles has routed him And killed him, so they say. DON RUY GOMEZ: Thank Heaven for that! My cup of happiness is full. Run, boy! Bid Doña Sol put on her wedding-gown, And as you go admit my pilgrim guest. [_The_ PAGE _retires._ Would I could let the whole world see my joy! [HERNANI _enters, disguised as a pilgrim._ HERNANI: To you, my lord, all peace and happiness! DON RUY GOMEZ: And peace and happiness to you, my guest! Where are you bound for? HERNANI: For Our Lady's shrine. [DOÑA SOL _enters, arrayed in a wedding-dress._ DON RUY GOMEZ: Here is the lady at whose shrine I pray. My dearest bride! Where is your coronet? You have forgotten it, and all the gems I gave you as a wedding gift. HERNANI (_in a wild, loud voice_): What man Wishes to gain ten thousand golden crowns? This is the price set upon Hernani. [_Everyone is amazed. Tearing off his pilgrim robe, he shows himself in the dress of a mountaineer._ I am Hernani. DOÑA SOL: Ah! he is not dead! HERNANI: Ten thousand crowns for me! DON RUY GOMEZ: The sum is great. I am not sure of all my men. HERNANI: Which one Will sell me to King Charles? Will you? Will you? [_The retainers move away from him._ DOÑA SOL _makes an imploring gesture; she is speechless with fear._