That you would come to him! He call’d on you
When his thoughts wander’d! Ay, the very night,
The very hour he died, some hasty step
Enter’d his chamber—and he raised his head,
With a faint lightning in his eyes, and ask’d
If it were yours! That hope’s brief moment pass’d—
He sank then.
Aym. (throwing himself upon his brother’s neck.)
Brother! take me to his grave,
That I may kneel there, till my burning tears,