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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 Rainier'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!——