Seem heavy, as with pain. I hear the clank—
Oh God! their limbs are fetter’d!
Abd. (coming forward beneath the walls.)
Christian! look
Once more upon thy children. There is yet
One moment for the trembling of the sword;
Their doom is still with thee.
Gon. Why should this man
So mock us with the semblance of our kind?
—Moor! Moor! thou dost too daringly provoke,