No More Learning

I shall set
A price upon your head, and hound you down.

HERNANI: I cannot kill you now, with Dona Sol
Looking at us. But I will keep my vow
When next we meet.

THE KING: Never shall you obtain
Mercy, respite, or pardon at my hands.

[_He departs. _

DONA SOL: Now let us fly.

HERNANI: No; I must go alone.
It means death! Did you see King Charles's face?
It means death. Oh, my love, my sweet, true love!
You would have shared with me the wild, rough life
I lead up in the mountains: the green couch
Beneath the trees, the water from the brook.
But now I shall be hunted down and killed.
You must not come. Good-bye.
DONA SOL: Oh, Hernani!
Will you leave me like this?

HERNANI: No, I will stay!
Fold your arms closely round me, love, and rest
Your dear head on my shoulder. Let us talk
In whispers, as we used to, when I came
At night beneath your window. Do you still
Remember our first meeting?

[_There is a clash of bells. _

DONA SOL: Hernani,
It is the tocsin!

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.

DONA SOL: Save yourself!
Here is a side gate.