Gui. (to Raimond.) I’ve sought thee long—why art thou lingering here?
Haste, follow me! Suspicion with thy name
Joins that word—Traitor!
Raim. Traitor!—Guido?
Gui. Yes!
Hast thou not heard that, with his men-at-arms,
After vain conflict with a people’s wrath,
De Couci hath escaped? And there are those
Who murmur that from thee the warning came
Which saved him from our vengeance. But e’en yet,