Ho! sons of Kedar!—'tis De Chatillon!
This way!—surround him! There's an Emir’s wealth
Set on his life! Come on!
[Several Arabs rush in and surround Rainier,
who, after vainly endeavouring to force his
way through them, is made prisoner.
Rai. And he stands there
To see me bought and sold! Death, death!—not chains!
[Aymer, who has stood for a moment as if
bewildered, rushes forward, and strikes down
one of the Arabs.
Aym. Off from my brother, infidel!
[The others hurry Rainier away.
(Recollecting himself.) Why, then, heaven
Is just! So! now I see it! Blood for blood!
[Again rushing forward.
No! he shall feel remorse! I'll rescue him,
And make him weep for her! [Exit.
ACT V.
Scene I.—A Hall in the Fortress occupied by De
Chatillon's followers.
Knights listening to a Troubadour.
Her. No more soft strains of love. Good Vidal, sing
The imprison'd warrior's lay. There's a proud tone
Of lofty sadness in it.
troubadour sings.
'Twas a trumpet's pealing sound!
And the knight look'd down from the Paynim's tower,
And a Christian host in its pride and power
Through the pass beneath him wound.
"Cease awhile, clarion! clarion, wild and shrill,
Cease! let them hear the captive's voice—be still!
"I knew 'twas a trumpet's note!
And I see my brethren's lances gleam,
And their pennons wave by the mountain-stream,
And their plumes to the glad wind float
"Cease awhile, clarion! &c.
"I am here with my heavy chain!
And I look on a torrent sweeping by,
And an eagle rushing to the sky.
And a host to its battle-plain!
Cease awhile, clarion! &c
"Must I pine in my fetters here?
With the wild wave's foam, and the free bird's flight,
