And the tall spears glancing on my sight,
And the trumpet in mine ear?
Cease awhile, clarion!” &c.[289]
Aymer enters hurriedly.
Aym. Silence, thou minstrel! silence!
Her. Aymer, here!
And in that garb! Seize on the renegade!
Knights he must die!
Aym. (scornfully.) Die! die!—the fearful threat!
To be thrust out of this same blessed world,