Aym. Here! are they here?
The knights—my brother, saidst thou?
Att. Yes, my lord,
And he would speak with you.
Aym. I see—I know—
(To attendant.) Leave me! I know why he is come: ’tis vain,
They shall not part us!
(Looking back on Moraima as he goes out.)
What a silent grace
Floats round her form! They shall not part us! no!