The Saracen at our gates—and you the last!
Come on, remember all your fame!
Aym. (coming forward in great agitation.) My fame!
—Why did you save me from the Paynim’s sword,
In my first battle?
Rai. What wild words are these?
Aym. You should have let me perish then—yes, then!
Go to your field and leave me!
Knights. (thronging round him.) Leave you!
Rai. Aymer!