Urb. His bier! I marvel not
To see your brow thus darken’d! And he died,
As he had lived, in arms?
Rai. (gloomily.) Not, not in arms—
His war-cry had been silenced. Have ye place
Amidst your ancient knightly sepulchres
For a warrior with his sword? He bade me bear
His dust to slumber here.
Urb. And it shall sleep
Beside our noblest, while we yet can call