[The banner of the Cross is raised on the fortress.
The very banner he redeem’d for us
I’ the fight at Cairo! No! by yon bright sign,
He shall not perish! This way—follow me—
I’ll tell thee of a thought.
(Suddenly stopping him.) Take heed, old man!
Thou hast a fearful secret in thy grasp:
Let me not see thee wear mysterious looks.
But no! thou lovest our name!—I’ll trust thee, Gaston!
[Exeunt.