[They begin to arm themselves.
Xim. Ye know his battle-song?
The old rude strain wherewith his bands went forth
To strike down Paynim swords!
[She sings.
THE CID’S BATTLE-SONG.
The Moor is on his way!
With the tambour-peal and the tecbir-shout,
And the horn o’er the blue seas ringing out,
He hath marshall’d his dark array!