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 A brother's heart within him! Yes, he struck To the earth a Paynim——

Mel. (raising his voice.) Christian! thou hast been Our nation's deadliest foe!

Rai. (looking up and smiling proudly.) 'Tis joy to hear I have not lived in vain!

Mel. Thou bear'st thyself With a conqueror's mien! What is thy hope from me?

Rai. A soldier's death.

Mel. (hastily.) Then thou wouldst fear a slave's?

Rai. Fear! As if man's own spirit had not power To make his death a triumph! Waste not words; Let my blood bathe thine own sword. Infidel! I slew thy son! [Looking at his broken sword. Ay, there's the red mark here!

Mel. (approaching him.) Thou darest to tell me this! [A tumult heard without.

Voices without. A Chatillon!

Rai. My brother's voice! He is saved!

Mel. (calling.) What, ho! my guards!

Aym. On with the war-cry of our ancient house: For the Cross—De Chatillon!

Knights. For the Cross—De Chatillon!

[ attempts to break from his guards.

Mel. Bring fetters—bind the captives!

Rai. Lost—all lost! No! he is saved! Brother, my brother! hast thou pardon'd me That which I did to save thee? Speak! forgive!

Aym. (turning from him.) Thou see'st I die for thee! She is avenged!

Rai. I am no murderer! Hear me! turn to me! We are parting by the grave!

Mor. Father! Oh! look not sternly on thy child. I came to plead. They said thou hast condemn'd A Christian knight to die——

Mel. Hence—to thy tent! Away—begone!

Aym. (attempting to rise.) Moraima! hath her spirit come To make death beautiful? Moraima! speak.

Mor. It was his voice! Aymer! [She rushes to him, throwing aside her veil.