Have been forgotten! You have captives here?
Aym. (hurriedly.) Yes, mine! my own—won by the right of arms!
You dare not question it.
Rai. A prince, they say,
And his fair sister:—is the maid so fair?
Aym. (turning suddenly upon him.)
What, you would see her!
Rai. (scornfully.) I!—oh, yes! to quell
My soul’s deep yearnings! Let me look on swords.
Boy, boy! recall yourself!—I come to you