My saviour!
ASTOLPH.
Are you Carloman the Frank?
I like you—yes, your face is eloquent.
You do not keep your eyes upon the ground,
Like this dear relative.
CARLOMAN.
[staring fixedly at Astolph] You glitter so,
You glitter like the golden Vines, your hair
Is gold, your armour full of spokes and rays.
ASTOLPH.
And you are muffled in a sackcloth-bag;
The contrast strikes you.
[to Damiani] Lunatic?
DAMIANI.
And worse—
A rebel, an apostate, noble prince,
For whom I bring these manacles.