Knights. Aymer de Chatillon!
Go from us, leave us!
Aym. (starting up.) Leave you! what! ye thought
That I would stay to breathe the air you breathe!—
And fight by you! Murderers! I burst all ties!
[Throws his sword on the ground before them.
There’s not a thing of the desert half so free!
(To Rainier.)
You have no brother! Live to need the love
Of a human heart, and steep your soul in fame