Away to scorn! Hush! am I not alone?
[Listening eagerly.
There’s a voice calling me—a voice i’ the air—
My father’s!—’Twas my father’s! Are the dead,
Unseen, yet with us? Fearful!
(Loud shouts without, he rushes forward exultingly.)
’Tis the shout
Of victory! We have triumph’d!—We! my place
Is midst the fallen!
[Music heard, which approaches, swelling into a triumphant march. Knights enter in procession, with banners, torch-bearers, &c. The gates of the church are thrown open, and the altar, tombs, &c. within, are seen illuminated. Knights pass over, and enter the church. One of them takes a torch, and lifts it to Aymer’s face in passing. He strikes it down with a sword; then, seeing Rainier approach, drops the sword, and covers his face.