Raim. That Heaven, whose eye
Burns up thy soul with its far-searching glance,
Is with her: she is safe.
Pro. And by that word
Thy doom is seal’d. Oh, God! that I had died
Before this bitter hour, in the full strength
And glory of my heart!
Constance enters, and rushes to Raimond.
Con. Oh! art thou found?
—But yet, to find thee thus! Chains, chains for thee!