Con. Then there’s a respite still.
Days!—not a day but in its course may bring
Some strange vicissitude to turn aside
Th’ impending blow we shrink from. Fare thee well.
(Returning.)
—Oh, Raimond! this is not our last farewell!
Thou wouldst not so deceive me?
Raim. Doubt me not,
Gentlest and best beloved! we meet again.
[Exit Constance.