With a wild hollow peal, at dead of night,
Rocking Valencia’s towers. I’ve heard it oft,
Nor know its warning false.
4th Cit. And will our chief
Buy with the price of his fair children’s blood
A few more days of pining wretchedness
For this forsaken city?
Old Cit. Doubt it not!
—But with that ransom he may purchase still
Deliverance for the land! And yet ’tis sad