I could but suppose him of the Orsini rabble, and so--and so--" "You slew him!" cried Rienzi, in a voice of thunder, starting from the ground.

"Justice! then, my Lord Stephen, justice! you promised me justice, and I will have it!" "My poor youth," said the old man, compassionately, "you should have had justice against the Orsini; but see you not this has been an error?
I do not wonder you are too grieved to listen to reason now.

We must make this up to you." "And let this pay for masses for the boy's soul; I grieve me much for the accident," said the younger Colonna, flinging down a purse of gold.
"Ay, see us at the palace next week, young Cola--next week.

My father, we had best return towards the boat; its safeguard may require us yet." "Right, Gianni; stay, some two of you, and see to the poor lad's corpse;--a grievous accident! how could it chance ?" The company passed back the way they came, two of the common soldiers alone remaining, except the boy Adrian, who lingered behind a few moments, striving to console Rienzi, who, as one bereft of sense, remained motionless, gazing on the proud array as it swept along, and muttering to himself, "Justice, justice! I will have it yet." The loud voice of the elder Colonna summoned Adrian, reluctantly and weeping, away.

"Let me be your brother," said the gallant boy, affectionately pressing the scholar's hand to his heart; "I want a brother like you." Rienzi made no reply; he did not heed or hear him--dark and stern thoughts, thoughts in which were the germ of a mighty revolution, were at his heart.