But the same hour that gave her to the world,
For ever clos'd the fair one's eyes who bore her.
Foul treason next cut short thy grandsire's thread;
Poison'd he fell.—
[Theodore pauses, and Austin, who has been some time behind, advances.
Aust. By Raymond's felon father,
Who, adding fraud to murder, forg'd a will,
Devising to himself and his descendants,
Thy rights, thy titles, thy inheritance.