Bright is the hour which brings thee liberty!
Attendants enter.
Haste, be those fetters riven! Unbar the gates,
And set the captive free!
(The Attendants seem to hesitate.) Know ye not her
Who should have worn your country’s diadem?
Att. O lady! we obey.
[They take off Raimond’s chains. He springs up exultingly.
Raim. Is this no dream?
Mount, eagle! thou art free! Shall I then die