These brilliant spirits—a divided host;
Nay, rather will they stand apart, or fight,
When strength and unity are needed most;
And thus by fatal discords they invite
The wild barbarian hosts, at fearful cost,
Who sack their treasures with a greedy glee,
And shower their cruelties on them and me.
It is Numantia, and only she,
Who with her blood her life will dearly sell;
Who with her sword unsheathed, and flashing free,