The war-song of thine ancestor, the Cid?
Gon. Ay, speak of him; for in that name is power,
Such as might rescue kingdoms! Speak of him!
We are his children! They that can look back
I’ th’ annals of their house on such a name,
How should they take Dishonour by the hand,
And o’er the threshold of their fathers’ halls
First lead her as a guest?
Elm. Oh, why is this?
How my heart sinks!