Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1827 edition. Excerpt: ... This is the King! the real, the only King I The living King Alfonso! Calvi, Valore, look! Ye know him well. And ye that never saw him, know ye not His father's lineaments? Remove thy hand From that fair forehead. 'Tis the pallid brow Bent into pensiveness, the dropping eyelid, The womanish changing cheek--his very self 1 Look on him. Do ye know him? Do ye own Your King? Calvi. 'Tis he. D'Alba. The boy himself! Jul. Now place The crown upon his head; and hear me swear, Low at his feet, as subject, kinsman, Prince, Allegiance. Alf. Rise, dear Cousin. Melfi. 'Tis an impostor. Out, foul traitor! Jul. Look on him, Count D'Alba! Jul, ' Father, kneel, Kneel here with me, thou his first subject, thou The guardian of the state, kneel first, and vow Thy princely fealty. Melfl. '. Hence, abject slave! And thou, young minion Jul. to Alf. Fear not. Father, kneel! Look where thou art. This is no place, my lord, To dally with thy duty: underneath Thy fathers sleep; above their banners wave Heavily. Death is round about us, Death And Fame. Have they no voice for thee? Not one Of our long storied line but lived and died A pure and faithful Knight, and left his son Honour--proud heritage! I am thine heir, And I demand that bright inheritance Unstained, undimmed. Kneel, I implore thee! I, Thy son. Melfi. Off, cursed viper! Off, ere I hurl thee on the stones! Jul. I've done. My duty. Was it not my duty? Alf. J Sit here by me; here on the steps. Julian, D'Alba. Again We must demand of thee, my Lord of Melfi, How chanced this tale of murder? Here's our Prince, Safe and unhurt. But where's the assassin? Where The regicide? Where he that wounded thee? Melfi. (pointing to Julian.) Demand of him. D'Alba. Where be these murderers? Art sure thou saw'st them, Duke?...
