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Aym. Thou liv'st—thou liv'st! I knew thou couldst not die! Look on me still Thou livest! and makest this world so full of joy— But I depart!

Mel. (approaching her.) Moraima! hence! Is this A place for thee?

Mor. Away! away! There is no place but this for me on earth! Where should I go? There is no place but this! My soul is bound to it!

Mel. (to the guards.) Back, slaves! and look not on her! [They retreat to the background. 'Twas for this She droop'd to the earth.

Aym. Moraima, fare thee well! Think on me! I have loved thee! I take hence That deep love with my soul! for well I know It must be deathless!

Mor. Oh! thou hast not known What woman's love is! Aymer, Aymer, stay! If I could die for thee! My heart is grown So strong in its despair!

Rai. (turning from them.) And all the past Forgotten!—our young days! His last thoughts hers! The Infidel's!

Aym. (with a violent effort turning hit head round.) Thou art no murderer! Peace Between us—peace, my brother! In our deaths We shall be join'd once more!

Rai. (holding the cross of the sword before him.) Look yet on this!

Aym. If thou hadst only told me that she lived! —But our hearts meet at last! [Presses the cross to his lips. Moraima! save my brother! Look on me! Joy—there is joy in death! [He dies on 's arm.

Mor. Speak—speak once more! Aymer! how is it that I call on thee, And that thou answer'st not? Have we not loved? Death! death!—and this is—death!

Rai. So thou art gone, Aymer! I never thought to weep again— But now—farewell! Thou wert the bravest knight That e'er laid lance in rest—and thou didst wear The noblest form that ever woman's eye Dwelt on with love; and till that fatal dream Came o'er thee! Aymer! Aymer! thou wert still The most true-hearted brother! There thou art Whose breast was once my shield! I never thought That foes should see me weep! but there thou art, Aymer, my brother!——