Where last he took his stand upon that height
Within his palace grounds, there forced to fight
In self-defence or yield to prisoner’s lot;
Restraint his outraged subjects planned. ’T was not
Their wish, e’en now, to slay the wilful man
Whose being throbbed with blood of honored Can.
Aac towered there amid his fallen men,
Defiant, raging, livid, and ’twas then
That one named Pacab flung his arms aside,
Approached the Prince, and as he neared him cried—