Her. Hail! chieftain, hail!
Thus, even in death, ’tis given thee to receive
The conqueror’s crown! Behold our God hath heard,
And arm’d himself with vengeance! Lo! they come!
The lances of Castile!
Gon. I knew, I knew,
Thou wouldst not utterly, my God! forsake
Thy servant in his need! My blood and tears
Have not sunk vainly to th’ attesting earth.
Praise to Thee, thanks and praise, that I have lived