Undaunted would I meet him. His proud crest
Should feel the dint of no unpractis'd edge.
But, while my arm assails her father's life,
The unnatural wound returns to my own breast,
And conquest loses Adelaide for ever.
Aust. The barbarous deed of Raymond's father lost her.
Theod. Pierce not my soul thus. Can you love your son,—
And coldly tell me,
Without one tear unmov'd thus, I must lose her?
But where, where is she? [Looking out.] Heavenly innocence!