Of the departed? Raimond!—speak!—forgive!
Raimond! my victor, my deliverer! hear!
—Why, what a world is this! Truth ever bursts
On the dark soul too late: and glory crowns
Th’ unconscious dead. There comes an hour to break
The mightiest hearts!—My son! my son! is this
A day of triumph! Ay, for thee alone!
[He throws himself upon the body of Raimond.
Curtain falls.