If so their tears their inmost thoughts betray.
Morandro.
Our present plan to every one is plain,
They all do know it, and in accents sad
They pour their wailings forth with bitter pain;
And cry: that be our fortunes good or bad,
They all will go with us in woe or weal,
Though of their company we be not glad.
[Here enter four or more women of Numantia, and Lyra with them. The women carry certain figures of children in their arms, and some lead them by the hand, with the exception of Lyra, who carries none.
See, how they come to make a fond appeal,