But never aught like this. Speak yet again!
Say we shall part no more!
Raim. No more—if love
Can strive with darker spirits; and he is strong
In his immortal nature! All is changed
Since last we met. My father—keep the tale
Secret from all, and most of all, my Constance,
From Eribert—my father is return’d:
I leave thee not.
Con. Thy father! blessèd sound!