Do you still
Remember our first meeting?
Remember our first meeting?
World's Greatest Books - Volume 17 - Poetry and Drama
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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.
THE CROWD (_out in the street_): Bring the brigand out!
HERNANI: One kiss, then, and farewell.
DONA SOL (_embracing him_): It is our first.
HERNANI: And it may be our last. Farewell, my love!
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.
THE CROWD (_out in the street_): Bring the brigand out!
HERNANI: One kiss, then, and farewell.
DONA SOL (_embracing him_): It is our first.
HERNANI: And it may be our last. Farewell, my love!
