Pent in earth’s caves. Thou hast but speeded that,
Which, in th’ infatuate blindness of thy heart,
Thou wouldst have trampled o’er all holy ties
But to avert one day!
Elm. My senses fail.
Thou said’st—speak yet again—I could not catch
The meaning of thy words.
Her. E’en now thy lord
Hath sent our foes defiance. On the walls
He stands in conference with the boastful Moor,