Gon. There didst thou say?
Then God is with us, and we must prevail!
For on that spot they died: my children’s blood
Calls on th’ avenger thence!
Elm. They perish’d there!
—And the bright locks that waved so joyously
To the free winds, lay trampled and defiled
Even on that place of death! O Merciful!
Hush the dark thought within me!
Her. (with sudden exultation.) Who is he,