The sunshine—I forgot—they were not made
For infidels. Blot out the race from day!
Who talks of murder? Murder! when you die
Claim your soul’s place of happiness i’ the name
Of that good deed!
(In a tone of deep feeling.)
If you had loved a flower
I would not have destroy’d it!
Rai. (with emotion.) Brother!
Aym. (impetuously.) No!—