—I lost thy words—come nearer!
Gar. ’Twas—’tis past!—
The sword fell then!
Her. (with exultation.) Flow forth thou noble blood!
Fount of Spain’s ransom and deliverance, flow
Uncheck’d and brightly forth! Thou kingly stream!
Blood of our heroes! blood of martyrdom!
Which through so many warrior-hearts hast pour’d
Thy fiery currents, and hast made our hills
Free, by thine own free offering! Bathe the land,—