Sicilians. Fly, fly, or all is lost!
Raimond appears in the gateway armed, and carrying a banner.
Raim. Back, back, I say! ye men of Sicily!
All is not lost! Oh! shame! A few brave hearts
In such a cause, ere now, have set their breasts
Against the rush of thousands, and sustain’d,
And made the shock recoil. Ay, man, free man,
Still to be call’d so, hath achieved such deeds
As heaven and earth have marvell’d at; and souls,
Whose spark yet slumbers with the days to come,