Gon. (snatching the cross, and lifting it up.) Let the earth be shaken through its depths,
But this must triumph!
Abd. (coldly.) Be it as thou wilt.
—Unsheath the scimitar!
[To his guards.
Gar. (to Gonzalez.) Away, my chief!
This is your place no longer. There are things
No human heart, though battle-proof as yours,
Unmadden’d may sustain.
Gon. Be still! I have now