And prophet mien, may stay the fugitives,
Or shame them back to die.
Ans. The fugitives!
What words are these? The sons of Sicily
Fly not before the foe?
Vit. That I should say
It is too true!
Ans. And thou—thou bleedest, lady!
Vit. Peace! heed not me when Sicily is lost!
I stood upon the walls, and watch’d our bands,