Pass o’er the spear, away!
They all shout. A Chatillon!
We’ll follow thee—all! all!
Rai. A soldier’s thanks!
[Turns away from them agitated.
There’s one face gone, and that a brother’s!
(Aloud.) War!—
War to the Paynim—war! March and set up
On our stronghold the banner of the Cross,
Never to sink!