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SCENE V.

Two Officers, keeping off the Croud.
One of the Croud.
Shew us our King,
The valiant Manfred's Son, who lov'd the People—
We must, we will behold him—Give us way.

1st Officer.
Pray, Gentlemen, give back—it must not be—
Give back, I pray—on such a glad Occasion
I would not ill entreat the lowest of you.

2d Man of the Croud.
Nay, give us but a Glimpse of our young King.
We more than any Baron of them all
Will pay him true Allegiance.


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2d Officer.
Friends—indeed—
You cannot pass this Way—We have strict Orders,
To keep for Him himself, and for the Barons,
All these Apartments clear—Go to the Gate
That fronts the Sea—You there will find Admission.

All.
Long live King Tancred! Manfred's Son—Huzza!

[Croud goes off.
1st Officer.
I do not marvel at their Rage of Joy:
He is a brave and amiable Prince.
When in my Lord Siffredi's House I liv'd,
Ere by his Favour I obtain'd this Office,
I there remember well the young Count Tancred.
To see him and to love him were the same.
He was so noble in his Ways, yet still
So affable and mild—Well, well, old Sicily,
Yet happy Days await thee!

2d Officer.
Grant it Heaven!
We have seen sad and troublous Times enough.
He is, they say, to wed the late King's Sister,
Constantia.

1st Officer.
Friend, of That I greatly doubt.
Or I mistake, or Lord Siffredi's Daughter
The gentle Sigismunda has his Heart.
If one may judge by kindly cordial Looks,
And fond assiduous Care to please each other,
Most certainly they love—O be they blest,
As they deserve! It were great Pity aught
Should part a matchless Pair: the Glory He,
And She the blooming Grace of Sicily!

2d Officer.
My Lord Rodolpho comes.