gain,
Loaded with wealth of the plundered main.
Pull away, pull away! row, boys, row
A long pull, a strong pull, and off we go.

Hark how the neighbouring convent bell!
Throws o'er the waves its vesper swell;
Sullen it bomes from shore to shore,
Blending its chime with the dash of the oar.
Pull away, pull away! row, boys, row!
A long pull, a strong pull, and off we go.

SCENE II-- _An apartment in the Caprara palace._

The _viceroy_ enters, followed by _Hortensia_ and the _Marquis_;
a servant attending.

_Hor._ Nay, but in truth, my dear brother, this is carrying your
prejudice too far. What! refuse to endure, for a single half hour,
father Coelestino in your presence, merely because his countenance and
manner happen not to be exactly to your taste?

_Vic._ His conversation is as little to my taste as his manner and
countenance: he uses too much honey to please my palate!-- surely, if
there is one thing more odious than another, tis your eternal maker of
compliments; one who lies in wait for opportunities of thrusting down
your throat his undesired applause; and who compels you to bow in return
for his nauseous civilities, till he makes your neck feel almost as
supple as his own.

_Hor._ You know no ill of him.----

_Vic._ I know him to be a flatterer: what would you more?

_Hor._ Well, I protest, it never struck me that he flattered.

_Vic._ Very likely; and yet my good sister, it's possible that he might
be flattering, while to you he appeared so be speaking the pure simple
truth.

_Hor._ However, if not for his own sake, at least endure him for mine.
He is my friend; you are now the chief person in the island; and should
you compel me to reject his offered visit, such a mark of contempt from
the viceroy of Sicily might injure the good prior in the world's
opinion.

_Vic._ If the good prior be in fact as good as you assert, the contempt
of the viceroy of Sicily or of any other viceroy, must be to him a
matter of the most absolute indifference. However, be it as you please.

_Hor._ I thank you; (_to the servant_) the prior's visit will be
welcome.

[Servant bows, and Exit.

_Hor._ Ah! did you but know the good man's heart as well as I do, this
unreasonable dislike----

_Vic._ Unreasonable? ah! Hortensia; have we not all then reasons but
too strong for abhorring the sight of this Coelestino? was it not his
advice, which induced you to place Josepha in that fatal c