In the red current of Provençal blood,
That doubt may be effaced. Draw thy good sword,
And follow me!
Raim. And thou couldst doubt me, Guido!
’Tis come to this!—Away! mistrust me still.
I will not stain my sword with deeds like thine.
Thou knowst me not!
Gui. Raimond di Procida!—
If thou art he whom once I deem’d so noble—
Call me thy friend no more!