[Exeunt ODMAR and GUYOMAR.
Mont. Our walls are high, and multitudes defend: Their vain attempt must in their ruin end; The nuptials with my presence shall be graced.
Alib. At least but stay 'till the assault be past.
Alm. Sister, in vain you urge him to delay, The king has promised, and he shall obey.
Enter second Messenger.
2 Mess. From several parts the enemy's repelled, One only quarter to the assault does yield.
Enter third Messenger.
3 Mess. Some foes are entered, but they are so few, They only death, not victory, pursue.
Orb. Hark, hark, they shout! From virtue's rules I do too meanly swerve, I, by my courage, will your love deserve.
[Exit.