Gui. (leaving the tribunal, throws himself on the neck of Raimond.)
Oh! Raimond, Raimond!
If it should be that I have wrong’d thee, say
Thou dost forgive me.
Raim. Friend of my young days,
So may all-pitying heaven!
[Raimond is led out.
Pro. Whose voice was that?
Where is he?—gone? Now I may breathe once more
In the free air of heaven. Let us away.