Sound, trumpets! sound!
On, lances! for the Cross!
[Military music. As the knights march out, he looks back at Aymer.
I would not now
Call back my noble father from the dead,
If I could with but a breath!—Sound, trumpets, sound!
[Exeunt knights and soldiers.
Aym. Why should I bear this shame? ’tis not too late!
[Rushing after them, he suddenly checks himself.
My faith! my knightly faith pledged to my fall!