—Before the ashes of your father, speak!
Have you abjured your faith?
Aym. (indignantly.) Your name is mine—your blood—and you ask this!
Wake him to hear me answer!—Have you? No!
—You have not dared to think it.
[Breaks from him, and goes out.
Rai. (entering the church, and bending over one of the tombs.)
Not yet lost!
Not yet all lost! He shall be thine again!
So shalt thou sleep in peace!