That e’er laid lance in rest—and thou didst wear
The noblest form that ever woman’s eye
Dwelt on with love; and till that fatal dream
Came o’er thee! Aymer! Aymer! thou wert still
The most true-hearted brother! There thou art
Whose breast was once my shield! I never thought
That foes should see me weep! but there thou art,
Aymer, my brother!——
Mor. (suddenly rising.) With his last, last breath
He bade me save his brother!