Constance enters speaking to a Nun, who turns into another path.
Con. Oh, happy they, kind sister!
Whom thus ye tend; for it is theirs to fall
With brave men side by side, when the roused heart
Beats proudly to the last! There are high souls
Whose hope was such a death, and ’tis denied!
[She approaches Raimond.
Young warrior, is there aught——Thou here, my Raimond!
Thou here—and thus! Oh! is this joy or woe?
Raim. Joy, be it joy! my own, my blessed love!