[Throwing down his sword.
Go from me!—leave the fallen!
Her. Nay, but the cause?
Tell us the cause!
Rai. (approaching him indignantly.)
Your sword—your crested helm
And your knight’s mantle—cast them down! your name
Is in the dust!—our father’s name! The cause?
—Tell it not, tell it not!
[Turning to the soldiers and waving his hand.