Let me not die of shame! But we will have—
Aym. (grasping his hand eagerly.)Yes! vengeance!
Rai. Vengeance! By the dying once,
And once before the dead, and yet once more
Alone with heaven’s bright stars, I took that vow
For both his sons! Think of it, when the night
Is dark around you, and in festive halls
Keep your soul hush’d, and think of it!
A low Chant of female voices, heard from behind the scenes.
Fall’n is the flower of Islam’s race!