Ion. Saved! saved! The morning sun that was to shine upon his grave, will smile upon him far, far from foemen's power. And Mohammed, thinking to look upon a dying slave, shall waken to the sound of his victorious war-trump. Ion, thy mission is accomplished. Thou hast given a saviour to thy fatherland, and mayst fall thyself without a murmur [_looks up thankfully; a loud noise without_].
[_Enter_ Abdallah _and_ Murad.
Abd. Where is the prisoner? Come forth!
Ion. I am here [_comes forward_].
Abd. Ha!--here is treason! Without there!--the prisoner hath escaped!
Murad. Who flieth yonder, past the camp?
Abd. 'Tis he! Forth, call for aid! Search without delay! Here is foul work abroad. First, seize yon boy; fetter the base spy; bear him before the king. Speed hence!
Murad [_to_ Ion]. Infidel dog, thou shalt learn what it is to brave Mohammed's ire!
[_They seize_ Ion, _and drag him away_.]
CURTAIN.
BIANCA.
OPERATIC TRAGEDY.
NOTE TO BIANCA.
The peculiarity of this opera was that while the words were committed to memory, the music was _composed_ and _sung_ as the scene proceeded.
In spite of its absurdity, this play was a great favorite; for Jo was truly superb as the hapless Bianca, while her trills and tragic agonies were considered worthy of the famous Grisi herself.
CHARACTERS.
Adelbert . . . . . . _Betrothed to Bianca._
Huon . . . . . . . _His Rival._
Juan . . . . . . . _A Page._
Bianca . . . . . . . _A Spanish Lady._
Hilda . . . . . . . _A Witch._
BIANCA.
OPERATIC TRAGEDY.
SCENE FIRST.
[_A wood._ _Enter_ Huon.]
Huon. Hist! All is still. They are not yet here. On this spot will the happy lovers meet. O wretched Huon! she whom thou so passionately doth love will here speak tender words to thy thrice hated rival. Yet I, unseen, will watch them, and ere long my fierce revenge shall change their joy to deepest woe. Hark! they come! Now, jealous heart, be still!
[_Hides among the trees._]
[_Enter_ Bianca _and_ Adelbert.
Adel. Nay, dearest love, fear not; no mortal eye beholds us now, and yon bright moon looks kindly down upon our love.
[_They seat themselves beneath the trees._
Bianca. Ah, dearest Adelbert, with thee I feel no fear, but thy fierce rival Huon did vow vengeance on thee, for I did reject his suit for thine. Beware! for his wild heart can feel no pity, tenderness, or love.
Adel. I fear him not. Ere long thou wilt be mine, and then in our fair home we will forget all but our love. Think not, dearest, of that dark, revengeful man; he does not truly love thee.
Bianca. Near thee I cannot fear; but when thou art far from me, my fond heart will ever dread some danger for thee. Ah, see the moon is waning; dear love, thou must away.
Adel. Ah, sweet moments, why so quickly fled? 'Tis hard to leave thee, thou bright star in my life's sky, and yet I must, or all may be betrayed. Fare thee well, dear love. One sweet kiss ere we part! [_They embrace._]
Bianca. Farewell! Ah, when shall I again behold thee? Oh, be not long away, for like a caged bird I pine for thee.
Adel. When next yon moon doth rise beneath thy lattice, thou shalt hear my light guitar.
Bianca. Fail not to come. I shall watch for thee the live-long night, and if thou comest not, this fond heart will grieve.
Both. Farewell, till yon bright moon doth rise, Farewell, dear love, farewell!
Farewell, farewell, farewell!
Farewell, dear love, farewell!
[_Exit_ Adelbert.
Bianca. Ah, love, thou magic power, thus ever make my breast thy home.
Adieu, dear spot! I fly to happiness and--
Huon. _Me_--[Bianca _shrieks, and seeks to fly_. Huon _detains her_.]
Bianca. Unmanly villain, touch me not. What dost thou here concealed?
Huon. I listen to thy lover's fond and heartless vows. What is his love to mine? Ah, lady, he loves thee for thy wealth alone. Again I ask, nay, I implore thee to be mine! Oh, grant me now my prayer!
Bianca. Never! never! I will not listen to thee more. My heart is all another's; my hatred and contempt are thine.
[_Exit_ Bianca.