Gon. Oh! well those solemn tones
Accord with such an hour, for all her life
Breathed of a hero’s soul!
[A sound of trumpets and shouting from the plain.]
Her. Now, now they close! Hark! what a dull dead sound
Is in the Moorish war-shout! I have known
Such tones prophetic oft. The shock is given—
Lo! they have placed their shields before their hearts,
And lower’d their lances with the streamers on,
And on their steeds bent forward! God for Spain!