I go to offer up my orisons;
There bring me comfort, and dispel my fears;
Or teach me, (oh, hard thought!) to bear our parting.
[Exit Adelaide.
Theod. She's gone, and now, firm fortitude, support me!
For here I read my sentence; life or death.
[Takes out the Paper.
Thou art the grandson of the good Alphonso,
And Narbonne's rightful lord.—Ha! is it so?
Then has this boist'rous Raymond dar'd insult me,