SCENE III.
THE KING, MAJONE, VERINO, OFFICERS.
VERINO.
Still may success
Unwearied wait upon our Royal Master!
THE KING.
Thanks! my old Soldier, who from earliest days
With unremitted ardor hast display'd
Thy gallant spirit in thy sovereign's cause!
I joy, that Raymond has so well pursued
The bright example of thy youth, and by
Transcendent valor proved himself thy son.
VERINO.
Thank Heaven! my boy has not disgraced our name!
THE KING.
He has preserv'd the honor of my crown:
A nation's thanks shall to the world proclaim
How well he has deserv'd; and in our love
Next to the prince our son, henceforth we hold him.
VERINO.
Make him, kind Heaven! O make him ever worthy
These praises of his king!
THE KING.
Does not thy heart, Verino,
Pant with impatience for the wish'd return
Of our brave sons, in whom with pride we see
The glorious scenes of our past youth renew'd?
VERINO.
Would they were entering glad Palermo's Gates!
THE KING.
Ere noon they will be here: throughout the city
Triumphant songs, festivity and mirth,
Shall speak aloud their welcome.
