One holy place our own! Heard you, my lord,
That the fierce Kaled’s host is on its march
Against our city?
Rai. (with sudden exultation.) That were joy to know!
That were proud joy!—Who told it?—there’s a weight
That must be heaved from off my troubled heart
By the strong tide of battle! Kaled!—ay,
A gallant name! How heard you?
Urb. Nay, it seem’d
As if a breeze first bore the rumour in.