And not a Christian voice be left for prayer,
To-night, within Valencia. Round our walls
The Paynim host is gathering for th’ assault,
I And we have none to guard them.
Gon. Then my place
Is here no longer. I had hoped to die
E’en by the altar and the sepulchre
Of my brave sires; but this was not to be!
Give me my sword again, and lead me hence
Back to the ramparts. I have yet an hour,