Moraima! save my brother! Look on me!
Joy—there is joy in death!
[He dies on Rainier’s arm.
Mor. Speak—speak once more!
Aymer! how is it that I call on thee,
And that thou answer’st not? Have we not loved?
Death! death!—and this is—death!
Rai. So thou art gone,
Aymer! I never thought to weep again—
But now—farewell! Thou wert the bravest knight