(Suddenly recollecting himself.) Follow me, maiden! Fear not now.
Mor. But he—
But Aymer—
Rai. (sternly.) Wouldst thou perish? Name him not!—
Look not as if thou wouldst! Think’st thou dark thoughts
Are blown away like dew-drops? or I, like him,
A leaf to shake and turn i’ the changing wind?
Follow me, and beware!
[She bends over the tomb for a moment, and follows him.
Aymer enters, and slowly comes forward from the background.