If it had lived, and borne his name on earth!
Hear’st thou?—that dust hath stirr’d, and found a voice,
And said that thou must die!
Mor. (clinging to the pillar as he approaches.)
Be with me, heaven!
You will not murder me?
Rai. (turning away.) A goodly word
To join with a warrior’s name!—a sound to make
Men’s flesh creep. What!—for Paynim blood
Did he stand faltering thus—my ancestor—