He bless’d me, Rainier?
Rai. Have you flung away
Your birthright? Yes! he bless’d you!—but he died
—He whose name stood for Victory’s—he believed
The ancient honour from his gray head fall’n,
And died—he died of shame!
Aym. What feverish dream——
Rai. (vehemently.) Was it not lost, the warrior’s latest field,
The noble city held for Palestine
Taken—the Cross laid low? I came too late