Shouldst thou betray us!
Raim. Father! I can bear—
Ay, proudly woo—the keenest questioning
Of thy soul-gifted eye, which almost seems
To claim a part of heaven’s dread royalty,
—The power that searches thought.
Pro. (after a pause.) Thou hast a brow
Clear as the day—and yet I doubt thee, Raimond!
Whether it be that I have learn’d distrust
From a long look through man’s deep-folded heart;