of priests than by the shrieks of women."

"What!" said the youth; "is it possible that my fate could have
occasioned what I heard! Is the Princess then again in thy power?"

"Thou dost but remember me of my wrath," said Manfred. "Prepare
thee, for this moment is thy last."

The youth, who felt his indignation rise, and who was touched with
the sorrow which he saw he had infused into all the spectators, as
well as into the Friar, suppressed his emotions, and putting off
his doublet, and unbuttoning, his collar, knelt down to his
prayers. As he stooped, his shirt slipped down below his shoulder,
and discovered the mark of a bloody arrow.

"Gracious heaven!" cried the holy man, starting; "what do I see?
It is my child! my Theodore!"

The passions that ensued must be conceived; they cannot be painted.
The tears of the assistants were suspended by wonder, rather than
stopped by joy. They seemed to inquire in the eyes of their Lord
what they ought to feel. Surprise, doubt, tenderness, respect,
succeeded each other in the countenance of the youth. He received
with modest submission the effusion of the old man's tears and
embraces. Yet afraid of giving a loose to hope, and suspecting
from what had passed the inflexibility of Manfred's temper, he cast
a glance towards the Prince, as if to say, canst thou be unmoved at
such a scene as this?

Manfred's heart was capable of being touched. He forgot his anger