Aym. (raising himself in surprise.) Thou know’st!—
Rai. (without minding, continues.) A tale of one
Who flung in madness to the reckless deep
A gem beyond all price.
Aym. My day is closed.
What is aught human unto me?
Rai. Yet mark!
His name was of the noblest—dost thou heed?—
Even in a land of princely chivalry;
Brightness was on it—but he cast it down.