Is just! So! now I see it! Blood for blood!
[Again rushing forward.
No! he shall feel remorse! I’ll rescue him,
And make him weep for her!
[Exit.
ACT V.
Scene I.—A Hall in the Fortress occupied by De Chatillon’s followers.
Knights listening to a Troubadour.
Her. No more soft strains of love. Good Vidal, sing
The imprison’d warrior’s lay. There’s a proud tone