Aym. Moraima, fare thee well!
Think on me! I have loved thee! I take hence
That deep love with my soul! for well I know
It must be deathless!
Mor. Oh! thou hast not known
What woman’s love is! Aymer, Aymer, stay!
If I could die for thee! My heart is grown
So strong in its despair!
Rai. (turning from them.) And all the past
Forgotten!—our young days! His last thoughts hers!