I know not why, kept from me, leaving me
Between the hunter-founder of our race,
And her, the homicide and husband-killer,180
Whom you call glorious.
Sal.So I term you also,
Now you have shown a spirit like to hers.
By day-break I propose that we set forth,
And charge once more the rebel crew, who still
Keep gathering head, repulsed, but not quite quelled.
Sar. How wears the night?