Thy voice disturbs my soul. Speak! I will know
Thy right to question me.
Rai. (throwing off his disguise, stands before him in the full dress of a Crusader.)
My birth-right!—look!
Aym. Brother! (Retreating from him with horror.)
—Her blood is on your hands!—keep back!
Rai. (scornfully.) Nay, keep the Paynim’s garb from touching mine.
Answer me thence!—what dost thou here?
Aym. You shrink
From your own work!—you, that have made me thus!