That the good Cross doth hold its lofty place
Within Valencia still! What see you now?
Her. I see a kingdom’s might upon its path,
Moving, in terrible magnificence,
Unto revenge and victory! With the flash
Of knightly swords, up-springing from the ranks,
As meteors from a still and gloomy deep,
And with the waving of ten thousand plumes,
Like a land’s harvest in the autumn wind,
And with fierce light, which is not of the sun,