Pro. (rushing forward.) To thy father’s heart
Return, forgiving all thy wrongs—return!
Speak to me, Raimond!—thou wert ever kind,
And brave, and gentle! Say that all the past
Shall be forgiven! That word from none but thee
My lips e’er ask’d.—Speak to me once, my boy,
My pride, my hope! And it is with thee thus?
Look on me yet!—Oh! must this woe be borne?
Raim. Off with this weight of chains! it is not meet
For a crown’d conqueror!—Hark! the trumpet’s voice!