What shall withstand thee then?
[He bends over Anael.] And last to thee!
Ah, did I dream I was to have, this day,
Exalted thee? A vain dream: hast thou not
Won greater exaltation? What remains
But press to thee, exalt myself to thee?
Thus I exalt myself, set free my soul!
[He stabs himself. As he falls, supported by Khalil and Loys, the Venetians enter; the Admiral advances.
Admiral. God and St. Mark for Venice! Plant the Lion!
[At the clash of the planted standard, the Druses shout, and move tumultuously forward, Loys drawing his sword.