To learn how pass’d the glory from my house?
Yet listen! He forsook me! He, that was
As mine own soul, forsook me! trampled o’er
The ashes of his sires! ay, leagued himself
E’en with the infidel, the curse of Spain;
And, for the dark eye of a Moorish maid,
Abjured his faith, his God! Now, talk of death!
Elm. Oh! I can pity thee——
Her. There’s more to hear.
I braced the corslet o’er my heart’s deep wound,