Ha! ha! ye thought
To play with a sleeper’s name!—to make your mirth
As low-born men sit by a tomb, and jest
O’er a dead warrior! Where’s the slanderer? Speak!
A Citizen enters hastily.
Cit. Haste to the walls! De Chatillon hath slain
The Paynim chief!
[They all go out.
Aym. Why should they shrink? I, I should ask the night
To cover me! I that have flung my name