Rai. I must be firm.
(Takes a banner from the wall, and brings it to Aymer.)
Have you forgotten this? We thought it lost,
But it rose proudly waving o’er the fight
In a warrior’s hand again! Yours, Aymer! yours!
Brother! redeem your fame!
Aym. (putting it from him.) The worthless thing!
Fame! She is dead!—give a king’s robe to one
Stretch’d on the rack! Hence with your pageantries
Down to the dust!