Is it even so?—this love was born for tears!
Aymer! I can but weep! (going to leave him, he detains her.)
Aym. Hear me, yet hear me! I was rear'd in arms;
And the proud blast of trumpets, and the shouts
Of banner'd armies—these were joy to me.
Enough of joy! Till you!—I look'd on you—
We met where swords were flashing, and the light
Of burning towers glared wildly on the slain—
And then—
Mor. (hurriedly.) Yes! then you saved me!
Aym. Then I knew,
At once, what springs of deeper happiness
Lay far within my soul; and they burst forth
Troubled and dash'd with fear—yet sweet! I loved!
Moraima! leave me not!
Mor. For us to love!
Oh! is't not taking sorrow to our hearts,
Binding her there? I know not what I say!
How shall I look upon my brother? Hark!
Did he not call? (she goes up to the couch.)
Aym. Am I beloved? She wept
With a full heart! I am! and such deep joy
Is found on earth! If I should lose her now!
If aught— [an attendant enters.
(To attendant.) You seek me!—why is this?
Att. My lord,
Your brother and his knights—
Aym. Here! are they here?
The knights—my brother, saidst thou?
Att. Yes, my lord,
And he would speak with you.
Aym. I see—I know—
(To attendant.) Leave me! I know why he is come: 'tis vain,
They shall not part us!
(Looking back on Moraima as he goes out.)
What a silent grace
Floats round her form! They shall not part us! no!
[Exit—Scene closes.
Scene III.—A square of the city—a church in the
background.
Rainier de Chatillon.
Rai. (walking to and fro impatiently.)
And now, too! now! My father unavenged,
Our holy places threaten'd, every heart
Task'd to its strength! A knight of Palestine
Now to turn dreamer, to melt down his soul
In love-lorn sighs; and for an infidel!
—Will he lift up his eyes to look on mine?
Will he not——hush!
