Her. Oh, blest in death!
Chosen of heaven, farewell! Look on the Cross,
And part from earth in peace!
Gon. Now, charge once more!
God is with Spain, and Santiago’s sword
Is reddening all the air! Shout forth “Castile!”
The day is ours! I go; but fear ye not!
For Afric’s lance is broken, and my sons
Have won their first good field!
[He dies.