Gon. Hush!—what saidst thou?
Now let me look on him!—Dost thou see aught
Through the dull mist which wraps us?
Gar. I behold—
Oh, for a thousand Spaniards! to rush down——
Gon. Thou seest—My heart stands still to hear thee speak!
—There seems a fearful hush upon the air,
As ’twere the dead of night!
Gar. The hosts have closed
Around the spot in stillness. Through the spears,