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Mor. (suddenly rising.) With his last, last breath He bade me save his brother! (Falling at ’s feet.) Father, spare The Christian—spare him!

Mel. For thy sake spare him That slew thy father's son!—Shame to thy race! (To the soldiers in the background.) Soldiers! come nearer with your levell'd spears! Yet nearer!—gird him in! My boy's young blood Is on his sword. Christian, abjure thy faith, Or die: thine hour is come!

Rai. (turning and throwing himself on the weapons [Calling aloud to the knights as he falls back. Knights of France! Herman! De Foix! Du Mornay! be ye strong! Your hour will come!—— Must the old war-cry cease? [Half raising himself, and waving the cross triumphantly. For the Cross—De Chatillon! [He dies.