The friendly hand, with homicidal knife,
Will slay Numantia, and will give her life.
[He hurls himself into the sepulchre, and says:
I say no more, Marquino, time is fleet;
The Fates will grant to me no more delay,
And though my words may seem to thee deceit,
Thou'lt find at last the truth of what I say.
Marquino.
O fearful signs! O misery complete!
If such events, my friend, are on the way,