And peasant men, amidst the lowly vales;
Instead of ringing clarions, and bright spears,
And crested knights! I am of princely race;
And, if my father would have heard my suit.
I tell thee, infidel, that long ere now
I should have seen how lances meet, and swords
Do the field’s work.
Abd. Boy!—know’st thou there are sights
A thousand times more fearful? Men may die
Full proudly, when the skies and mountains ring